Chapter 39. Epilogue

Four years later

Amanda

"I'm telling you, Dale, it's just stomach flu. I'm going to be..." I didn't get the chance to finish my sentence, as I bolted for the bathroom door seconds later.

"You need to stop working so hard on your paintings. Just take the test, for me?" he said as he holds my hair up, and let me empty out all of my stomach content.

I washed my face and rinsed my mouth, then I take two pregnancy test kits from his hand.

"I only need one Dale." I pouted at him.

"Just in case, we don't need to go to a doctor for a false positive." He cupped my face and kissed my temple.

I sighed and finally relent to his wishes, I had been having nausea, and the mood changes for almost a week now. I thought it was because of the stress with opening day for my solo exhibition.

Dale decided to give me some privacy and waited outside. Ten minutes later he knocked on the bathroom door and join me.

"So?"