Domesticated (40 page)

Sam held true to his word, and went with me to my doctor’s appointment Monday morning. That was another sign that this was right. He was so excited to see that little baby on the screen. Sam was getting his little boy. I was the one protesting my word after that.

“You never said a word about driving back to North Carolina. How far is that?” I whined. “You flew here. That’s not fair.”

“I flew so I could drive your car back with me. Are you planning on just staying inside and never going anywhere?”

“I’ll walk. Please don’t make me do this.”

“It’s not that bad, ten hours, that’s it.”

“Ten hours? Are you serious? I have to pee all the time.”

“I’ll stop.”

“This does not make me happy. It makes me hate you.”

Sam laughed and kissed me. “Get in this car, so we can get on the road. I have to go to work tomorrow.”

“I’m masturbating, going eighty, just so you know,” I threatened, sliding into the passenger seat.

“You can do that,” Sam teased, wrapping my seatbelt around our baby and, kissing my lips. Ten hours….UGH. I would be dead before we got there.

That Christmas was the best Christmas I ever had in my entire life. Sam’s family really did Christmas. The whole family got together at Sam’s. We had the biggest area with the downstairs still being unfinished. I was going to change that. We hung out down there a lot, just because it was so open and Savannah could run and play.

I wanted a little reading area, a fenced in area for when the baby started crawling, swings, a swirly slide, and a window seat with a dollhouse. Savannah was more excited about that than anything. I loved planning it with her. She had very good taste. She would spend hours on my lap, picking out furniture, wallpaper, carpet, all of it, you name it, she took her time choosing it.

I couldn’t wait for her to come on Wednesday’s and every other weekend. I even liked Sierra and although I’m sure we would never be best friends, we talked about kids, and Savannah. I think she was happy Sam finally found someone. She told me she felt guilty when she got engaged. She felt bad because he didn’t have someone. Now he did. Sam had me, and we had each other. Life couldn’t have been better.

I was home. I was finally home.

Simon Flint Wesley was born on March twelfth, 2014. I was in love the moment the seven pound little guy was placed in my arms. He was so tiny and I couldn’t have been happier that he came out a little boy and not the little girl I had planned. We already had one awesome little girl, and I loved her so much.

Savannah called my cell phone over and over while Sam and I were at the hospital delivering her baby brother. He finally held the phone up to little Simon, letting her know that, yes, he was there, high pitched lungs and all. That didn’t stop the phone calls though. She still called every few minutes, wanting Sam to come get and her, so she could see her brother. Sierra ended up, bringing her to shut her up.

There was no doubt in my mind that Savanna was going to be the best big sister she could be. She held him until the rest of the family showed up, insisting on holding him, too. She had to hold him again, before Sierra finally told her it was time to go. I promised her I would make her dad come and get her when we got to take him home. She called again at seven. I loved her so much.

I was in love with my life. If someone told me I had to go through everything that I did, just to get to this point, I would have gone through it again. Ten times over. This right here was what it was all about. This right here made it all worthwhile and I would have done it again in a heartbeat. There was only one thing that could have made me happier, and she was waiting at my door when I arrived home.

Olivia.

The End…