“You heard us?” Daisy asked,mortified.
“Nah,” River said. “I was out feelin’ themusic,man.”
“Where’s Andy?” sheasked.
“Up in Canada still,” River said. “He called your old man. Damn, he was pissed, but he told Andy that he should call again to let him know how he’s doing. He’s mad, but I think he was more worried about not hearingfromhim.”
“I’m glad he called him,”Daisysaid.
A part of her wanted to ask if her dad had asked about her, but she didn’t want to know. Maybe they could repair their relationship at some point in the future, but for now, she wanted to focus on the positive people inherlife.
Meadow appeared in thedoorway.
“Damn, babe. You found food!” River jumped up to help her with several bowls of rice and cups ofgranola.
“I almost got jumped on the way back,” Meadow said. “There’s some crazy-hungry people out there. How are you guysdoing?”
“Great.”
“I see you found Greg,” Meadow said withawink.
“We’re getting married,”Daisysaid.
“No shit,” River said. He slapped Greg on the back. “You’re a good man. Take careofher.”
“Iwill.”
Daisy spent the next day with River, Meadow, and Greg. They danced and laughed and sang along with the bands until the last notes floated away onthewind.
Epilogue
Nine months later,Daisy stared up at her husband from the hospital bed. He held their newborn baby boy in his arms. The screaming child wailed until Greg handed him tohiswife.
“I can’t believe it,” he said through tears. “I have a son.Wehaveason.”
“Hopefully the first of many,” she saidsoftly.
She stared into her son’s clear hazel eyes. Depending on the angle of the light, they flashed a deeper green or brown. She counted each finger and toe. He was perfect ineveryway.
When she glanced up at Greg, tears formed in her eyes. Their love had only grown over the last few months. She’d never imagined she could be so happy. Together they were going to build the most amazing familytogether.
“What should we name him?” sheasked.
“Anything you want,honey.”
“I was thinking… how aboutMackey?”
“Mackey?” Greg grinned. “Sounds like agirl’sname.”
“It does not,”shesaid.
“How aboutGunther?”
“God,no!”
“Okay,” he grinned. “Christopher?”
“Sounds toouptight.”
