Epilogue

Amelia’s POV 

Tristan accompanied me to the first ultrasound test, and we heard our baby’s heartbeat for the first time. It was the most beautiful moment when Tristan and I held hands and listened to it. My eyes filled up with tears of joy and at that point in time, I fell in love with that microscopic thing that was my baby growing up inside me. I promised myself that I would be the best mom in the world to my baby. I would do everything in my power to nurture it into a healthy and happy, and wonderful human being. 

As the months passed by, I started growing in size, but Tristan’s love for me remained the same. I waddled along everywhere, wearing the maternity clothes that I designed for myself. Delia still worked for us and took good care of me. I had grown attached to her and had become too dependent on her. I hated the sights and smells of the kitchen, as they made me nauseous. So the entire cooking was on Delia’s shoulders and she never complained. I went