Epilogue
As soon as he finished with his last patient, Pesh practically sprinted from the exam room. He hustled into the doctors’ lounge, trying hard to keep his head down and not call any attention to himself. He wanted to be able to get out the door without anyone calling him back for a consult or to pull a longer shift. Once he had retrieved his things, he started for the parking lot.
“Dr. Nadeen!” Kristi called.
Inwardly, he groaned. “Yes?” he questioned, as he turned around.
“You weren’t leaving, were you?” she asked.
He exhaled a defeated breath. “I was planning on it. Does someone need me to cover for them?”
Kristi winked at him. “Thought you were screwed there for a minute, didn’t you?”
A relieved laugh escaped his lips. “I did.”
She smiled. “I have something for Megan.”
“Honestly Kristi, you didn’t need to do anything else for us.”
Waving her hand dismissively, she handed a pink gift bag to him. “I wanted to do this.”
After peeking inside, Pesh smiled before he leaned down to hug Kristi. “Thank you. I’m sure she’ll love it.”
“You tell her we miss her around here.”
“I will.”
She patted his back. “Now go on home to your girls.”
He nodded and then hurried out the door. Today had been his first day back after taking both paternity leave and some of his many amassed sick days. As he slid into the seat of his Jaguar, he felt a rush of embarrassment at how he had actually gotten teary on the way to work that morning after leaving Megan. It had been the longest shift of his entire life. He thought he would never be through so he could get home to her.
Even now, the usual ten-minute drive home seemed to take an eternity. He anxiously drummed his fingers on the steering wheel. He’d tried not to pester Megan with too many calls and texts, but after the tenth, “How are you guys?” text, she’d told him to lighten up and get his head in the game at work.
That’s why he didn’t even bother telling her he was on his way home. As he pulled into the driveway, he noticed Emma’s SUV. He was glad to know that Megan hadn’t been alone without him. When he pushed through the garage door into the kitchen, Emma was at the stove. “Hello,” he called pleasantly.
Whirling around, she gave him a beaming smile. “Hello to you, too.”
“How are my girls?”
“Good. They’ve slept most of the day.”
Pesh nodded. Noticing how quiet the house was, he asked, “Where’s Mason?”
“Patrick came by and got him, along with Noah and Caroline, a little while ago.” She cocked her head at Pesh and grinned. “Although he swore to me that he wouldn’t ruin their dinner, I have a feeling they’re having ice cream right now.”
Pesh smiled at the mention of his son. Although he wasn’t Mason’s biological father, the love he felt for him was just as strong as if he had been a part of his conception. From the moment he’d been able to adopt him, he had felt an even stronger bond than before, especially whenever he saw “Mason Nadeen” written on his pre-school paperwork.
More than anything, he relished being a father. He had been forced to wait so long, while desiring it so hard, that it made it all the more sweeter. Because Mason adored baseball, Pesh had bought season tickets to the Braves, rather than the opera. Even though Pesh had never been athletically inclined, he signed up to help coach Mason’s Little League team as well. Every time he heard Mason say “Daddy,” it warmed his heart the same as it did to hear Megan say “I love you.”
Pesh eyed the dishes on the stove. “It’s awfully kind of you to come stay with Megan on my first day back. But we certainly didn’t expect for you to cook.”
“It’s my pleasure. Besides, it kills two birds with one stone—I can feed my family and yours. Aidan’s coming by after work.”
“Good. I’ll be glad to see him.”
As his gaze swept toward the living room, Emma laughed. “Go on. You don’t have to stay here with me. I know you want to see your girls.”
He smiled. “Thank you. I have missed them terribly today.” After giving Emma a quick kiss on the cheek, he made his way into the living room. At the sight of Megan sleeping on the couch next to a frilly pink Pack N Play, his chest swelled with so much love and pride he felt like it might explode. Peeking over the side of the Pack N Play, he eyed his dark-haired daughters.
After waiting so long to become a father, he had been doubly blessed when they found out they were having twins. While Aidan liked to claim that his fear of the twin gene in his family had bypassed him, and instead, it had found its way to Megan, that wasn’t entirely true. His girls were identical twins, which had nothing to do with old wives’ tales. The two of them looked so much alike that Megan put different colored socks on them to tell them apart.
Although it had freaked Megan out a little at the prospect of two babies to care for along with Mason, Pesh was thrilled. Every aspect of the pregnancy and birth had been special to him. Thankfully, Megan had been blessed with great health, although she had been advised to take early maternity leave to stay off her feet. After her clinicals, she had accepted a job in the ER at Wellstar, where they sometimes were on similar shifts. The girls arrived only a few weeks short of their due date and were both healthy five pounders. Six weeks later, they were thriving and were the greatest joy in his life.
Sucking relentlessly on her pacifier, Maya’s wide eyes took in her surroundings. She stretched and flailed her arms. If she wasn’t careful, she was going to hit her sister. Since Sara remained sleeping soundly, Pesh bent over and picked Maya up. He kissed her cheek before drawing her close to his chest. As he stared into her tiny face, he couldn’t help the surge of love that overtook him. For all the years of struggle and heartache he had endured, it was moments like these that made him feel as though he was finally complete. His heart was full, and he was so thankful.
Once they learned they were having girls, he and Megan had decided to give them both Indian and Irish names to represent their combined heritages. Maya, which meant princess and honorable in Indian, was coupled with Katherine, to honor Emma, whose middle name was Katherine. Without Emma, he and Megan never would have met. Sara, which meant ‘soul’, was given her mother’s real name, Margaret, as her middle name.
At the sound of Megan’s gentle snores, he smiled. “Did you wear your mommy out today?” he asked Maya. She opened her tiny mouth like she wished she could respond to him. “Let’s wake her up.”
After he swept a strand of Megan’s long blonde hair out of her face, Pesh leaned down to kiss her cheek. She stirred as her eyes fluttered opened. “Hey,” she said with a lazy smile.
“Hello, my love,” he replied.
“How was your first day back?” she asked, as she stretched her arms over her head.
He grimaced. “Absolutely miserable without you and the girls.”
Megan smiled. “We missed you, too.” She jerked her chin up at Maya. “She cried for thirty minutes straight after you left. I think we have a serious Daddy’s girl on our hands.”
“Really?” he asked, gazing down at Maya. He couldn’t help the warm glow that spread through his chest at Megan’s words. At just six weeks old, his girls were already showing distinct and different personalities. Maya was inquisitive and fought sleep to be awake to see what all was going on. He’d ended up holding her more than Sara simply because Maya often exhausted Megan by not going to sleep. Sara, on the other hand, was already very sweet tempered and a natural snuggler. She probably represented his more laid-back, quiet personality where Maya was likely to be a little firecracker, just like her mom.
Maya stared up at him, her dark eyes peering intently at him. “Did you miss me, my little princess?” A fleeting smile appeared on her face.
“Oh my God, she smiled at you!” Megan cried.
“But babies don’t respond with smiling until later. It must be gas or something,” he argued.
Megan nudged his leg with her knee. “She most definitely smiled at you, Pesh.” She rose off the couch to rub Maya’s cheek. “You smiled at your daddy, didn’t you?”
Without taking her eyes off of Pesh, Maya flashed another smile and waved her fist. The sight caused tears to sting his eyes. He blinked fast, trying to clear them. He didn’t like feeling emotionally weak in front of Megan. But he knew he was busted the moment Megan murmured, “Oh baby.”
She slid her arm around his waist, leaning up on her tiptoes to burrow her face in his neck. “Do you know how much my love for you grows because you just got teary over your daughter?”
He glanced down at her in surprise. “Really?”
“Mmm, hmm.” She gave him a brief kiss. “After Davis, all I ever wanted was for my children to have a father who loved and adored them.” She smiled. “You make that dream come true every day.”
He brought his lips to hers. His mouth worked frantically to illustrate all that he was feeling inside—the intense love that he felt would burst from him. “I love you,” he murmured against her lips.
“I love you, too.”
Just as he started to kiss her again, a loud commotion in the kitchen drew them apart. Megan rubbed his cheek tenderly before bestowing a kiss on Maya’s head. She then jerked her chin towards the kitchen, and he followed her. Patrick had just burst through the backdoor with all the kids in tow.
“We’re back!” Mason called, as he bobbed around the kitchen. Three-year-old Noah and his two-year-old sister, Caroline, made a beeline for their mother. They began chattering non-stop to Emma while their bodies shook with unspent energy.
Pesh watched with amusement as Emma’s hand came to her hip and she pointed her stirring spoon at Patrick. “You gave them ice cream, didn’t you?”
Patrick shrugged. “I’m a grandfather. Spoiling them is what I’m supposed to do.”
Emma rolled her eyes. “Yeah, and then you bring them home to detox on my watch.”
“Mommy, I hungwy!” Caroline protested, stomping her foot. With her auburn hair swept back in pigtails and her emerald eyes narrowing in determination, she looked just like her mother. Well, her expression was pure Aidan.
“Caroline Fitzgerald, you get one ice cream cone in you, and you start acting like you have no manners. We do not stomp our feet to get what we want.”
She appeared thoughtful for a moment before saying, “Pwease Mommy, I vewy hungwy.”
Emma grinned. “Go wash up and then have a seat at the table in the dining room.”
“Come on guys,” Mason said. At almost four-and-a-half, he was always the caretaker of his younger cousins. Noah and Caroline followed him into the half bathroom off the kitchen.
Cradling Maya in his arms, Pesh joined Emma at the stove. “Something sure smells good.”
“Thank you. It’s Megan’s favorite chicken casserole. Then there’s broccoli and cheese casserole, green beans, and some cornbread, extra crispy on the edges just like Megan loves it.” The corners of her mouth turned down in a frown. “I’m sorry it’s not Indian food.”
He grinned. “I would have been very surprised if it had been considering how much you didn’t appreciate it many years ago.”
Patrick nodded in agreement. “That’s quite a spread you’ve fixed for us.”
Emma smiled. “I was happy to do it.”
“Are you feeling all right?” Pesh asked, motioning to her expanding belly.
Emma patted her bump lovingly before responding. “I think I’ve felt the best this pregnancy out of all the others. You would think with a three and two-year-old, I would be exhausted all the time, but it’s amazing how good I’ve felt.”
Patrick gave a beaming smile. “I can’t tell you how thrilled I am to be having yet another grandson to carry on the family name.” With a wink, he added, “Not to mention the fact he’s been given fine Irish names.”
Aidan and Emma had found out the sex of their third, and final child, the week before. They had decided on the name Connor Liam, which was a double representation of Irish names. While Emma’s best friend, Connor, was thrilled at the namesake, he also wanted them to call the baby Connor as well. In the end, it would be Liam Fitzgerald joining the rest of the crew in four and a half months.
“And is Aidan still feeling okay?” Pesh asked.
Emma opened her mouth to answer him, but Aidan chose that moment to walk in the door. “Me and my soon to be non-swimmers are just fine,” he replied, with a grin. A week before he had gone under the laser for a vasectomy. While Caroline had been a surprise, Liam had not. With Emma nearing thirty-four, they thought it best to finish out their family while they were still young. And while Emma was pregnant and there were no worries about conception, Aidan thought it was the best time to get his vasectomy and let it take effect.
“Daddy!” Caroline squealed, as she came bounding around the corner. Aidan’s grin grew wider as he took his daughter in his arms.
“Hi sweet pea.”
She kissed both of his cheeks before she started wiggling, wanting down. Noah ran to him next, and he got to hold his son a little longer as Noah told him all about his day helping out with the babies. A cry from the living room snapped Pesh’s attention away from Aidan and Emma.
Megan was bending over the Pack N Play, picking up Sara. “Aw, what’s wrong, sweetheart?” she cooed, as she took Sara into her arms. As Megan rocked her back and forth, Sara continued wailing, which caused Maya’s face to crumple up as well. “You must be hungry.”
“I’ll get their bottles,” Pesh called, over the twin’s loud cries.
“Thank you.”
As Emma worked to gather the kids, along with Patrick and Aidan, around the dining room table, Pesh got busy heating up the formula. Once he had the two bottles fixed, he grabbed them and then went to the dining room. Megan was already seated with Mason trying to entertain Sara to stop crying her crying. He passed a bottle to Megan before sitting down himself. He’d barely gotten the bottle in her mouth before Maya started sucking greedily at the formula.
As Aidan reached to start spooning some chicken casserole onto his plate, Patrick shot him a disapproving look. With a sigh, Aidan dropped the serving spoon. “You gonna say grace even though it’s not your house, Pop?”
“Why yes, I am. It’s good for all these children to learn,” he replied, motioning to Noah and Caroline who sat between their parents, and then over to Mason.
“It should be up to Pesh and Megan whether it’s said or not,” Aidan grumbled.
Pesh held up his free hand that wasn’t holding Maya. “It’s fine. Truly, I don’t mind.”
Aidan mouthed “suck up” at him before grinning. Pesh merely shook his head at Aidan’s antics. “Then let’s return thanks,” Patrick said.
With Maya still taking long pulls at her bottle, Pesh bowed his head. As Patrick recited the blessing, Pesh couldn’t help feeling so very blessed himself. Three years ago, the dining room would have been empty. Most likely, he would have been grabbing something on the way home or finishing some leftover takeout. But now, he had a beautiful, loving wife by his side—one he fell a little more in love with each and every day. Across from him, he had a son who was strong and healthy. In his arms and his wife’s, he had two daughters who he couldn’t wait to see what the future held for them. He also had the love and support of good friends and family. At the end of the day, true love in its many forms was all you could really hope for and cling to.