Picture Perfect

YES!”
    We held each other for a long time, laughing and crying at the beautiful moment that had just happened. When we had ourselves back under control, I slipped the ring onto her finger.
    “I chose this ring because the chocolate diamonds reminded me of your beautiful eyes. Everything dream I’ve ever had is reflected back at me in those eyes. I love you baby, and I’ll love you until the second I take my final breath. You’re everything to me Tessa, absolutely everything.”
    Placing her hand over my heart, she smiled at me. “You’re my everything Flynn, and I love you. I’ll live my whole life loving you too, so damn much baby. You’re the most beautiful and amazing man on earth.”

Epilogue

    “Yes, there, I see it. You’re having a boy.”
    Happy tears were streaming down my face as I watched my husband staring at the screen through tears of his own.
    Apparently, I’d gotten pregnant on our wedding night after only being off the pill for five days. Who knew that I was Fertile Myrtle and that I’d married Super Sperm?
    Cole had been ribbing Flynn about it for months, saying that him knocking me up on our wedding night only proved what he’d thought all along; that I was Flynn’s Priscilla.
    It was cute and corny, making us laugh every time. The similarities to Elvis and Priscilla weren’t really there, and I knew beyond the shadow of a doubt that we’d go all the way, even though they hadn’t.
    I’d gotten a text message from Jess this morning, reminding me that I had to name my firstborn after her. Her next text read: “ Don’t make me Rumpelstiltskin your ass. That baby is being named after the worlds best aunt.”
    I couldn’t get out of it if I tried, and now I knew that in a few months we were going to be the proud parents of Jesse Mason Rand.
    My attention was diverted from the sonogram machine when the technician chuckled. Turning my head toward her I asked, “What’s funny?”
    Beaming at me the technician announced, “You’ve got a stowaway. This happens extremely rarely these days, but you’re the one in a million case. You’re having twins Mrs. Rand. Looks like it’s a boy and a girl.”
    Twins? TWINS?
    Oh my god, I’d hit the mother load.
    Literally.
    Flynn was crying his eyes out, taking each picture that the technician handed him like it was made of gold. When the tech was finished, she left the room so that I could get redressed, leaving Flynn and I some alone time to hold each other and cry. We’d been so blessed, and now there was even more to be happy about.
    Wiping my tears away, Flynn laughed. “Oh my god… Gram is going to go ape-shit. It’s like hitting the great-grandbaby lotto. Delilah and Spencer have little Dante Theodore (named after Delilah’s brother and Todd) and they’re already pregnant again, we’re going to have twins, Sabrina is two weeks from popping, Brooke is two months out and Dominique’s three months pregnant. Should we worry that Gram found some kind of magic spell to make us the Duggar family? I dig that we all live within five miles of each other, but I really don’t want to have to move onto a compound! Jesus, poor dad and Sandra. Those two are on serious grandchild watch. They didn’t get much of a honeymoon phase I guess.”
    I laughed at that, because both of them were so ridiculously adorable with baby Dante that it was unbelievable. They were almost as bad as Gram and Pop were about expanding the family, and I knew that they would be thrilled that Flynn and I were doubling up on the baby express that had become our family.
    The family was amazing, each of the members coming together to form something that was perfect for all of us. To think that it had only been fourteen months since I met the man that changed my life forever blew my mind. My parents had relocated out to LA within two months of the end of the Renegade Saints tour, and Jess was here now too.
    I couldn’t believe that in a few months I’d have a son and a daughter, two extensions of my love for Flynn. Grabbing his hand, I pulled him to me.
    “Now that we don’t have to name our son Jesse, I’d like to change things up. How would you feel about Eric Mason, after my dad and your grandfather, and Rachel Jessica?”
    The sob that broke from his throat as he set his forehead on mine was a good indicator that he liked the names. “I adore those names. They’re perfect. I love you so much Mrs. Rand.”
    Running my fingers through this silky mane of hair