EPILOGUE

A year later somewhere in the Atlantic.

“Do you have the rings?” I asked Mark.

"For the umpteenth time, yes,” he replied exasperated.

“Why it’s taking so long?” I said walking anxiously down the altar.

"Dude, you’re wearing white, stop moving that much!” My godfather exclaimed looking at me annoyed.

“So what?”

“That I’m starting to see wet points in some areas...”

I stopped immediately to turn to the guests, first seeing my son dressed the same as me in my mother's arms, playing with a gum teether.

I couldn't believe that just 48 hours ago, I had just arrived home from a mission and Abbie had greeted me with beautiful news.

***

New York, 48 hours ago.

The soft sound of the elevator arriving at the apartment woke me up.

God... I was tired.

It was almost four in the morning and I needed to sleep at least five hours straight, but first I needed a sho