Epilogue

*Four Months Later*

Sebastian’s glare can be felt by the little crowd of butterflies that I force to lay still. I am sure of it.

I cut their wings and I place them in the ground, in front of Sebastian and I laugh when he wrinkles his nose again.

“You really don’t like butterflies.” I carefully lay on the ground, smiling up at the odd expression on his face.

“Don’t try to press my kid in.” His glare is then directed at me and I quickly stand to my feet as I roll my eyes.

“Stop worrying. I’m fine and I’m a hundred percent sure that this baby won’t pop out today.” I wave my tummy in his direction. “I still have five more months to go.”

I walk to the basket beside him and pull out the quiet baby who blinks at me. “Who you should be worrying about is little Isabella.”

He shakes his head vigorously at me as I drop the little child in his arms. The little baby seems odd in his arms and he holds her like he is scared he’s gonna squash