Epilogue
Forever Yours
The icy day had passed, and the chilly night swooped in as Cole and Phoebe lay comfortably in each other's embrace. Cole propped himself up with his elbow and laid Phoebe completely on the pillow and took his thumb and gently caressed her blushed cheek from the cold, and smiled at her.
Phoebe's eyes fluttered up to Cole's with a wicked smirk spread across her pouty lips, along with eyes that were dancing full of lustful ideas.
He grinned back at her with a hint of naughtiness as he lowered his head and softly kissed her neck, and mumbled between kisses. "You didn't seem too thrilled today, considering how much you loved the snow."
Rubbing his back with a sigh, she lackadaisically replied, "I—I was just thinking about us."
"I thought you did that yesterday, already," Cole joked, which earned him a slap on a chest from Phoebe.
"I'm serious, Cole. I just can't get that movie and the dream out of my head. It's like there's a connection between them, and I just can't get rid of it, like it's a mission or something. I have to solve this—this…mystery before I can rest peacefully."
"Mystery?" Cole gave her a look. "I would hardly call that a mystery; more of a coincidence. You were the one who suggested that dreadful, bloody boring movie."
"I thought you said you liked it!"
"Before I saw it."
"You know, I just want to kill you sometimes," she squinted her eyes and shot him an evil glare.
"No, you don't; you love me." Cole gathered her up in his arms and nuzzled on her neck.
"Cole! I'm being serious," Phoebe protested, pulling away from Cole's embrace. "The movie felt like déjà vu. It seemed like I've seen it somewhere before, like in the past or a premonition," she explained, and shifted a little to straighten herself up. "But, it's just a big blur and confusion. There were people shouting and yelling… it must have been a sword fight or something because I saw a thick metal sword. Although there wasn't an arena around, just a big crowd."
Cole looked at her funnily and backed away a little and responded, "You know, I don't think I like you thinking too much; you tend to start babbling."
Letting out a snicker, she playfully hit him then turned serious again.
"Well, whatever happened, I'm glad it brought you to me, and this little miracle." She placed her hand on her not-so-flat belly.
Muah. He kissed her belly and came back to her. "No one will take me away from you or our baby," Cole vowed proudly, following up his promise with a passionate kiss as he rubbed her belly. Suddenly Phoebe let out a little grunt.
"Oh, oh, oh, did you feel that?" Phoebe looked up at Cole.
"Yes, I did," Cole said happily.
"The baby just kicked," Phoebe swarmed in excitement.
"Hey there little one." Cole stooped down to her belly and kissed it.
"You know you can't keep calling him or her that once the baby's born."
"Can you say 'it'?" Cole asked. "It's weird you keep calling it—I mean the baby 'baby'; don't you get tired of saying that?"
"Cole, our child is a person, not an object!" Phoebe fumed. "The baby has a gender and I prefer you calling the baby, 'baby.' Would you like it if I called you an 'it'?"
"Hey!" Cole put on an insulted face. "All right, I get your point. What do you want me to call the baby? He or she doesn't have a name yet."
"Have you thought of any names for the baby?" Phoebe questioned, rubbing her stomach.
"A couple."
"What would you name her if the baby is a girl?"
Cole looked at her adoringly and ran his fingers through her hair and replied, "Delphine."
"Delphine?" Phoebe looked puzzled. "Sounds ancient."
"Not quite."
"What about a boy?"
"Amador."
"Amador?" She frowned, looking puzzled again. "What kind of name is Amador?"
"It means lover," Cole said.
"Interesting."
"If you don't like it, there are a million names out there for you to choose from."
"No, no, I like it. It sounds foreign." Then out of curiosity, she asked, "Where did you get those names from?"
"Off the top of my head," Cole replied noncommittally.
"Yeah, I like it. It's perfect. Little Delphine, or little Amador." She stated pensively, laying herself down on the pillow.
Gazing down at her, he placed his hand on her tummy and said, "Hi, Delphine or Amador."
Phoebe reached her arm down and pulled Cole up level with her and planted a soft kiss on his lips. "I love you."
"I love you, too," he muttered. "Now, go to sleep."
"But, I thought we're gonna--"
"There's plenty of time for that. You should get some rest… for the baby."
"I guess," she agreed. "Good night."
"Goodnight," he kissed her on the temple.
An hour passed and Phoebe lay fast asleep, with a wide-awake Cole caressing her side. He looked at her with saddened eyes, but a satisfied smile on his lips. He then gently stroked her head trying not to wake her, and whispered, "Goodnight, Delphine," before kissing her lips. "I'm forever yours."
The End
Forever Yours
The icy day had passed, and the chilly night swooped in as Cole and Phoebe lay comfortably in each other's embrace. Cole propped himself up with his elbow and laid Phoebe completely on the pillow and took his thumb and gently caressed her blushed cheek from the cold, and smiled at her.
Phoebe's eyes fluttered up to Cole's with a wicked smirk spread across her pouty lips, along with eyes that were dancing full of lustful ideas.
He grinned back at her with a hint of naughtiness as he lowered his head and softly kissed her neck, and mumbled between kisses. "You didn't seem too thrilled today, considering how much you loved the snow."
Rubbing his back with a sigh, she lackadaisically replied, "I—I was just thinking about us."
"I thought you did that yesterday, already," Cole joked, which earned him a slap on a chest from Phoebe.
"I'm serious, Cole. I just can't get that movie and the dream out of my head. It's like there's a connection between them, and I just can't get rid of it, like it's a mission or something. I have to solve this—this…mystery before I can rest peacefully."
"Mystery?" Cole gave her a look. "I would hardly call that a mystery; more of a coincidence. You were the one who suggested that dreadful, bloody boring movie."
"I thought you said you liked it!"
"Before I saw it."
"You know, I just want to kill you sometimes," she squinted her eyes and shot him an evil glare.
"No, you don't; you love me." Cole gathered her up in his arms and nuzzled on her neck.
"Cole! I'm being serious," Phoebe protested, pulling away from Cole's embrace. "The movie felt like déjà vu. It seemed like I've seen it somewhere before, like in the past or a premonition," she explained, and shifted a little to straighten herself up. "But, it's just a big blur and confusion. There were people shouting and yelling… it must have been a sword fight or something because I saw a thick metal sword. Although there wasn't an arena around, just a big crowd."
Cole looked at her funnily and backed away a little and responded, "You know, I don't think I like you thinking too much; you tend to start babbling."
Letting out a snicker, she playfully hit him then turned serious again.
"Well, whatever happened, I'm glad it brought you to me, and this little miracle." She placed her hand on her not-so-flat belly.
Muah. He kissed her belly and came back to her. "No one will take me away from you or our baby," Cole vowed proudly, following up his promise with a passionate kiss as he rubbed her belly. Suddenly Phoebe let out a little grunt.
"Oh, oh, oh, did you feel that?" Phoebe looked up at Cole.
"Yes, I did," Cole said happily.
"The baby just kicked," Phoebe swarmed in excitement.
"Hey there little one." Cole stooped down to her belly and kissed it.
"You know you can't keep calling him or her that once the baby's born."
"Can you say 'it'?" Cole asked. "It's weird you keep calling it—I mean the baby 'baby'; don't you get tired of saying that?"
"Cole, our child is a person, not an object!" Phoebe fumed. "The baby has a gender and I prefer you calling the baby, 'baby.' Would you like it if I called you an 'it'?"
"Hey!" Cole put on an insulted face. "All right, I get your point. What do you want me to call the baby? He or she doesn't have a name yet."
"Have you thought of any names for the baby?" Phoebe questioned, rubbing her stomach.
"A couple."
"What would you name her if the baby is a girl?"
Cole looked at her adoringly and ran his fingers through her hair and replied, "Delphine."
"Delphine?" Phoebe looked puzzled. "Sounds ancient."
"Not quite."
"What about a boy?"
"Amador."
"Amador?" She frowned, looking puzzled again. "What kind of name is Amador?"
"It means lover," Cole said.
"Interesting."
"If you don't like it, there are a million names out there for you to choose from."
"No, no, I like it. It sounds foreign." Then out of curiosity, she asked, "Where did you get those names from?"
"Off the top of my head," Cole replied noncommittally.
"Yeah, I like it. It's perfect. Little Delphine, or little Amador." She stated pensively, laying herself down on the pillow.
Gazing down at her, he placed his hand on her tummy and said, "Hi, Delphine or Amador."
Phoebe reached her arm down and pulled Cole up level with her and planted a soft kiss on his lips. "I love you."
"I love you, too," he muttered. "Now, go to sleep."
"But, I thought we're gonna--"
"There's plenty of time for that. You should get some rest… for the baby."
"I guess," she agreed. "Good night."
"Goodnight," he kissed her on the temple.
An hour passed and Phoebe lay fast asleep, with a wide-awake Cole caressing her side. He looked at her with saddened eyes, but a satisfied smile on his lips. He then gently stroked her head trying not to wake her, and whispered, "Goodnight, Delphine," before kissing her lips. "I'm forever yours."
The End
