“What?” she asks before understanding fills her gaze. “Yeah, Wy. Thank you.”
She dips down and brushes her lips against my cheek. “That was just how it should be.”
I stand and join her as we walk wordlessly back to our families.
I may not know what that kiss meant, but something tells me the mountain spirit is about to make sure I find out.
I can only hope though, because if I’m guessing right, my time to hear the Call is coming.
And if that kiss is anything to go by, Sage Roberts might just be the one I never knew to look for.
Epilogue - Em
Two Years Later
“It’s twins. Congratulations!” Blair says as she runs the ultrasound transducer over my rounded belly.
I’d been having some cramping and was a bit worried about my pregnancy. When Blair offered to call in a favor or two and get me an ultrasound, I jumped at the chance.
Though I have no blood connection to my twin brothers, it seems that it can skip a generation. And since Cap has older twin sisters, it looks like our babies are proving science right.
What breaks me out ofmyshock is the stunned, almostscaredlook on my husband’s handsome face.
I’m surprised but also not. My morning sickness has been terrible so far, but since this is our first pregnancy and I’ve never been through this before, I had no yardstick on which to judge it by.
That’s when it hits me. “What if we end up with another EJ and BJ?” I whisper, flashbacks of the terrors they were as kids running through my head.
Jude chuckles. “They could also turn out like Case and Sutton. Those two were the calmest out of all of us growing up.” Thankfully, that does give me hope.
“Do y’all want to know the sex of the babies?” Blair asks. “It’s been a while since I did my OB/GYN rotation as a resident, but I think I can give it a good guess as long as these two hooligans-in-training want to cooperate.”
“Don’t call them that,” I say. “The mountain might decide to make it come true. She probably needs some more entertainment now that the Call has moved on.”
“The Call never moves on completely. It always comes back around again,” she says. “But fair call. I promise I will no longer call them that. They’re goin’ to be absolute angels for their mama, won’t you little babies?” she says to my stomach.
I tighten my grip on Jude’s hand as Blair talks us through what she’s doing and seeing. “Right. Here’s baby A. Let’s see if they’re goin’ to play ball–ornot–whatever the case may be,” she muses.
A few moments later, she stops the wand and presses a few buttons on the control panel to enlarge the picture on screen. “Well, now. I’m confident with this one because she’s sittin’ there with everythin’ on display.”
“She?” Jude whispers, his eyes drifting down to me. God, the way that man looks at me should be written about for centuries. There’s nothing but love and devotion in his gaze, the same way he’s looked at me in all the years we’ve been together.
But every time I catch his gaze, I feel like the miracle he believes me to be.
“A little girl,” I say, looking at the screen as my eyes fill with tears.
“OK. Now baby B is bein’ a little more difficult but if you can roll onto your right side just a smidge,” I do what she asks, “it might encourage them to come to the party,” Blair says, her eyes glued to the screen.
The room is silent as we wait with bated breath for baby B to reveal themselves. Just like all the stubborn Wilsons before them, they take their sweet time.
“And there we go,” Blair announces, sliding the transducer back into its holder before grabbing some tissues to wipe the warm goo off of my belly.
“Well?” I ask at the same time as Jude goes, “What is it?”
That’s when Blair grins at us. “That depends. Do I get first dibs on being godmother to my twinnieces?” she asks.
Twin girls. I can’t believe it.
I arch a brow Jude’s way to find his eyes are as glassy as mine. “What do you say, hubby? I think Blair as a middle name has a nice ring to it?”