Epilogue

4 years later

Our baby girl is growing up so fast. Ariana Elizabeth Adair is now 8 months old and she’s the smartest and most fearless baby that I have ever seen- and she gets that from her parents.

“Look at this Ari.” Zara says picking up her bow and arrow set that Alex got for her birthday last month.

Ari takes a hold of the bow in her small hands and gives it a 360-degree examination before taking the plastic arrow from Zara’s hand and sticking it flat onto the red bean bag couch. Luckily there’s a sticky plastic to the end of it and not an actual arrow, saving us the destruction that would come if it were to hit into something.

“That’s my girl.” Adair smiles.

Sitting in his lap, I lean back into his chest, the soft fabric of his dark blue sweater giving off warmth. He kisses the top of my head and intertwines his fingers with mine as we watch the two kids play. We sit on