Epilogue 1: Nameless baby

**Chrissy** 

I knew that my trick would make him want to shit his pants. Ken kept telling me how much of a comedienne I was. 

After we ate at the restaurant, Dayle and the rest had already planned a small poolside party with a dozen guests to celebrate our engagement. I mean, they surprised me.

I was excited about it, dancing all over the place like a drunk hag. 

It has been fun and satisfying. The look on Mom and Dad’s faces gave me goosebumps. They loved us together; it was as if they couldn't wait. And Dad wasn't joking when he said he was already planning our wedding. 

Steve and Maggie agreed to have a duo wedding, honoring Egan’s wishes. 

Dayle took off with Steve to the corner to talk about God knows what. I sat by the pool, my legs sulking in the warmth of the water, sipping on a juice. Too bad I can't take alcohol but it's for the better and I have no regrets. 
Sometimes it has a way of boosting my libido but ever since I got pregnant, I literally want Dayle’s dick buried inside me all the time which makes me a ‘preggo slut’. Gosh, whatever that is. 

Sometimes I get scared that he might just get fed up but also I seem to forget that a sexgod can never be intimidated by too much sex. 

“Hey, Chriss! Can I join?”

I heard someone ask me. I looked over my shoulder, and my eyes met Maggie.
Yeah, we have not gotten to talk that much. We barely do even if she was very nice. 

“Well, yeah!” I nodded with a smile as I motioned for her to join in if she wanted to.

She reciprocated the smile, gently dropping next to me. 

“How do you feel?” she began as my brows raised a little, plastering a simple smile only. 

“I'm… good! Why?”

“Oh, um, Steve told me, he said you're a few months gone. I just… wanted to congratulate you! I mean, it's a feat, right?!” she joked while my face remained straight, hanging without interest. Her smile faded as she rose, attempting to leave. Her face, a mix of confusion and slight regret. 

Aren't I stupid? She was just trying to be friendly. Given that we will soon be co-wives. Perhaps we might share a face or a yard or a lawn, who knows?

“Hold on, Maggie!” I let out, holding her wrist. “My bad! I'm just… never mind. I truly never thought you'd…” I sighed lightly. “What the fuck am I saying? Please, stay!” I said.

“Honestly, I get that you're not in the mood and I’m not offended. I swear it,”  Maggie said, plastering a soft smile on her face. 

I smiled too, dragging her closer but gently. “Aren’t you tired of answering questions like, ‘When are you getting married? How many kids? Are you pregnant? Do you plan to? Is it a boy or a girl? How long do you have sex? Is he great in bed? Where is the honeymoon taking place—”

Maggie dropped next to me, laughing her guts out and I could not help but laugh as well. 

“So relatable, Chrissy! I actually thought that I was the only one. Believe it or not, I had to find you!” she teased as our smiles slowly faded, looking straight ahead. 

By now, Steve, Dayle, and Ken were talking, drinking some cold beers. They would talk, glance at us, and continue to talk. 

“They better not gossip about us,” She said with a tilted brow. 

“I bet you, they are!” I snapped with a light chuckle, my light expression palpable. “Can I ask you something?” I probed with my gaze as she turned to me. 

“Sure! Anything!” her smile hung, her gaze curious and suspicious. 

“Why did you get back with Steve? I'm sorry if it's not my business. I'm only curious and I just... want to hear from you…” I added, the atmosphere softening on the spot.  
She looked away, rubbing her left wrist.

“I love Steve very much, he's… a very nice guy and super thoughtful except that he didn't wanna have kids and I wanted kids,” she explained, her gaze lighting to reach mine. “I'm gonna be frank with you,  sometimes I feel like a nitwit. Like, he's not someone who wants what you want so… why hang around? It was exhausting and I just... backed out,” she added, a nervous laugh coursing through her pink lips. 

My lips pursed, “I could tell you more. At some point, Dayle and I were truly a joke. Being in love as teenagers, doing the forbidden until it became normal, I didn't think we would come this far!” I shrugged a little. “All we knew was that we loved each other and couldn't move on. And here we are, a baby on the way about to get married. I swear, I’m gonna die smiling…” I teased lightly while her grin radiated, placing a hand on my arm thoughtfully. 

“I can imagine. I met Steve at a restaurant—spilled coffee type shit,” she laughed, both our laughs erupting through the air. 

“Nah! I don't believe Steve is romantic,” I snapped.

“He still isn't but he can be very intentional. And… he's catching on to a thing or two. And very sexual,” 

“Now that is typical of Steve,” I added and our conversation flung from one wing to the other.
We shared so much about ourselves and truly, Dayle was right, Maggie is a sweetheart compared to the bitches I've met lately. 

Maggie is an ideal co-mom if there was anything like that. 

A new chapter unfolded for us. A dream came through. A life filled with love. 
I still remember it like yesterday

…
Ten months later!
Our wedding was the best I've ever seen. It was not as lavish as Dad would have wanted it, we did on an island. Well, he covered the bills. A duo wedding was just too incredible. 

Our honeymoon fell at the same time Coldplay’s concert was happening live. It was an added advantage to us all, plus, ticking off Egan’s wishlist was a big feat.
We enjoyed recreating and living every moment and I could only imagine how Dayle and Steve felt all through the list. Their friendship would never die. 

Dayle and I are planning on buying a big ass house that suits our taste in a pretty cool neighborhood with a commendable and he thinks that Steve and Maggie should be around the neighborhood. If possible, we could share a fence. 

Just as I predicted.

…
While breastfeeding my infant, watching YouTube about how to be a hygienic lactating mother. 

It's fucking hilarious, I know. I just don't want to be a terrible mummy even if everyone thinks I am doing great at the moment. 

“Wifey?” I heard Dayle calling from across the counter while we were seated on the couch, in our old living room. My little girl’s small lips were neatly stuck to my nipples, suckling the milk out of me. 

We have been in this position for over an hour now and she's not thinking of letting mommy have a break. 

“Big baby?” Dayle called out while he approached with his phone on his right and a ceramic bowl of chips and nuggets on the left.

My eyes rolled, I wish he would stop calling me that. 

“Could you stop?!” I dramatically cried out.

He drew closer, dropping a kiss on my lips. Although he wanted to stick around with the kiss but our baby whined lazily as Dayle scoffed and pulled away then I paused the video I was watching. 

“No way baby girl is suckling two hours straight,” Dayle complained, dropping next to me. 

I chuckled, “Are you kidding? That's her food for now,” I snapped, focusing on the baby girl. 

Our baby is currently nameless. We have written down a hundred and thirty-six strong, cute baby girl names and we have fifty that we have chosen which is why we are unable to move past that point. We will keep calling her ‘baby girl or pookie’ until we've figured out the name. 

Yes, we are crazy and we love crazy. 

“How about me?” Dayle interrupted my thoughts, earning my shocking look. “Don't stare at me that way. I'm also a baby husband and I deserve a nipple stuck in my mouth right now! But I'll wait until she's at least up to six months... Not sure. Can't be specific,” said Dayle. 

I cracked up almost losing my sanity, holding my baby firmly but gently. Dayle wouldn't stop making these jokes that are beginning to sound serious. 

“Have some decency,” I nudged him lightly. 

He smiled relentlessly, “That's not my last name. My Dad is very sexual and dramatic, so am I!” he added.

There again, I cracked up my ribs, laughing at dirty jokes. When I managed to calm down with a glass of water, Dayle shoved his cell phone to my face. 

“What's that?” I asked curiously. 

“An invitation to the Old Students of Hemsville High’s get together. And we are part of the hosts since we won Prom King and Queen that year,” he explained as I grabbed the phone and read through the invitation card. 

I was surprised and curious about it. Like, we would see our classmates again? After everything? Like, every fucking thing?

My mind rattled non-stop, beeping with anxiety.