She’d always been mine.
Five years later
God, I was so lucky, and every day, I figured I’d wake up and realize all of this, my life, was nothing but a dream, a fantasy.
She was my world. My everything.
The years had passed from us starting a romantic relationship, to moving in together, to becoming husband and wife, and now we were parents.
I stared at Abigail as she lay in the hospital bed holding our daughter. I held our son.
A little boy and girl, a little piece of both of us.
And as I looked at Abigail, as I looked at our twins, I knew one thing for certain.
Everything in this room was what I’d die for.
I glanced over at Abigail and saw the smile she wore as she looked down at little Lanie. “She looks like you,” I said softly, not wanting to wake up Landon.
“And he looks like you,” she whispered back and grinned.
Over the last five years, Abigail had finished school. I went back and got my associates degree in business and was having the grand opening of my body shop next month. It had been a long, hard road, a lot of blood and sweat spilled, but in the end, it was worth it. In the end, I wouldn’t have changed a second.
I smiled at my wife, feeling like I was the luckiest bastard in the world. There was nothing more important to me than what I had, and I sure as hell didn’t take it for granted. Because when you didn’t recognize all the blessings you had, that’s when you didn’t realize how good life actually was.
And without the love of an incredible woman and the babies she gave you, life really wasn’t worth it.