Epilogue

Charlotte:

I groan aloud at the sensation.

"That feels so good Tony." I moan.

His thumbs press into my arch and I see heaven.

"I've been told I'm a good foot masseuse." He smirks at me.

My eyes start watering and my lips start wobbling.

"By who?"

His smirk falls right off.

"Of course by you, sunshine. You've told me that almost every day."

"Oh, so it's not someone else?" I sniffle.

"Of course not. Why would I be giving anyone else foot massages?"

I fan my face. "You're right. It's the hormones."

He presses his ear against my seven month pregnant belly.

"What's my little angel saying today?"

"She's wants to come out and she's craving a big, juicy Snickers bar."

"She craves or her Mama craves?"

I roll my eyes at him. "Does it make a difference? Isn't it the same?"

"Who knew pregnancy could make you this adorable?"

"Yeah, it's adorable to you. People will probably confuse me for a whale." I start sobbing.

"Okay, calm down baby. No one thinks you're a whale and if anyone says tha