Epilogue

“If you don’t hurry up, we are going to be late honey,” Michael said, pushing open the door, he paused and stared at the woman in front of him in appraisal, “my my, what a nice touch up you have there honey,” he smiled, loving what he was seeing.

Sasha turned from the mirror to look at him, she sighed and pouted, “you are just saying that to make me feel better. Just take a look at me, my cheeks are so fat, I don’t even have a nice shape in this lovely gown of mine and to make it worse, you don’t even allow me to wear stilettos.”

Michael marched closer to her, he cupped her cheeks in his hands and placed a light feathered kiss on her lips, “you look perfect, no woman is going to amount to you today, you will see.”

“You are only saying that to make…”

“No I’m not,” he interrupted, “you are beautiful honey. Besides you are pregnant, nine months gone actually, and still looking as sexy as ever. I don’t want you to stand on heels because I don’t want you to hurt yourself. We have gone over