Every Other Memory by Kaylee Ryan
Epilogue Trevin
Trevin
Five years later
As I sit here on the back deck, nursing a beer holding my son, I can’t help but reflect on my life. A chance meeting at a club. An attraction that was undeniable led me here to where I am today. Hazel cackles with laughter as Cadence chases after her, our middle daughter Violet doing her best to catch up with them.
Cadence drops to her knees in a pile of leaves, our daughters doing the same and their laughter of my girls fills my heart. Connor stretches his little arms and legs, but stays resting against my chest. He’ll be three weeks old tomorrow. I missed all the pregnancy moments with Hazel, so when we found out we were pregnant with Violet, I made sure I didn’t miss a single second. Nothing changed when we found out we were pregnant with our little man. There is nothing better in this life than watching the woman you love grow with a child that the two of you created out of the love that you share.
Nothing better.
The fall leaves blow through the air, and as the sun begins to set, I know I need to get Connor inside. Standing, I grab my half-empty bottle of beer to do just that, but the Hubbard girls race to the back deck, and two sets of little arms are wrapping around my legs.
“Hey, handsome.” Cadence rises on her toes and kisses me. “I see he’s still snoozing.”
“He is.” She places her hand over mine that’s resting on Connor’s back.
“Daddy, can we have a piggyback ride? Please?” Hazel asks.
“Pwease?” Violet, at three, mocks her older sister.
“Hand him over, Hubbard. You know you can’t resist them.”
“It’s not just them I can’t resist.” I bend down and kiss her again. No matter how many times my lips are pressed against hers, it will never be enough. Not in this lifetime, and not the next. I crave her.
“Eww, Daddy, stop kissing Mommy.” Hazel pulls on my jeans.
“Oh, I think someone needs the tickle monster after that.” The words barely leave my mouth before my daughters are screeching with pure joy and racing into the house to hide.
“I love you, Trevin Hubbard.”
“I love you too, Mrs. Hubbard.”
