Page 83 of The Bodyguard

Epilogue

SABRINA

Dusty Creek—One Year Later

“Garrett what are you doing?”

“Come on. You know you want to.”

I didn’t want to do anything other than go home and take my pants off. I’m pretty sure they were cutting off circulation to my head. However, because I was such a sucker when it came to my husband, rather than protest even more, I let him lead me by the hand around to the other side of the bleachers.

It was a Friday night in the fall in Dusty Creek. That meant football. Garrett said he thought the sheriff should be there, which is why we went every Friday. I think he just liked watching high school football. And since I loved spending time with him, I tolerated it

“Watch your step,” he said as we carefully made our way through the debris left over after the football game. Mainly hotdog wrappers and popcorn boxes.

“I might be able to do that if I could see my feet. Which I cannot because I’m so fat!”

He turned around and glared at me. “Are we going to have a discussion?”

Garrett didn’t like it when I called myself fat. But there was no other word for the size of my belly. It had gotten so bad I hadn’t even been able to wear heels tonight. Which was probably good since Garrett had picked tonight to take me behind the bleachers.

“Are you being serious?” I asked him.

“Tell me you didn’t have fantasies about making out with me here.”

“Of course I had fantasies about you making out with you under here! But you were too busy making out with Caroline. Who was not good enough for you, by the way.”

He chuckled and brought us to a stop. The crowd was gone, the field now quiet.

“You’re right. She wasn’t good enough for me. You know who is?”

I put my arms around his neck and pressed as much of my body against him as I could, but I still felt a million miles away because of my massive belly.

“Me?”

“You,” he said and kissed me.

“Even now when I’m soooo fat that I can’t wear high heels.”

He growled a little and put his hand on my stomach. “Stop calling my baby girl fat.”

I rubbed my hand over my belly where said baby girl seemed to be comfortably resting for now. I’d had a hotdog during the game, and that might get her hopping all night, but it was worth it. Hotdogs were delicious. Besides, Garrett loved it when she moved around and he could feel it happening.

“I’m not calling her fat. I’m calling me fat. I didn’t know it was possible for a person’s body to get this big.”

“Only one more month to go. You can do it, baby.”

One more month where it was just me, Garrett, and Romeo. I was all sorts of scared about becoming a mother, not having had much of a role model in my own. But there was Ronnie to help show me the way. And Romeo was thriving so I couldn’t be too bad at it.

Also, Garrett would always have my back. So, besides being an amazing father, which I knew he was going to be, I knew he would make sure I had what I needed to be a good mom. It was just one of the thousand reasons I loved him.

He nuzzled my neck and I giggled with a sense of giddy joy.

“Is this what you did with Caroline?” I couldn’t help asking. Not that I was jealous. Garrett Pine was one hundred percent all mine.

“You should know. You were watching the whole time,” he muttered.

What could I say? I was.

But that was then and this was now. Now I was the woman who got to kiss Garrett Pine under the bleachers.

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