Chapter 4: Epilogue
Christian arrived home to find Kimber and Abby both sitting on the floor, playing peek-a-boo with the baby who giggled in delight.
Adriana, the eight month old already attempting to walk, the bastard of a bastard as he thought of his shameful act of how he has impregnated Abby couldn't care less about her origins. She concentrated on her mommy, talking softly to her, while Kimber was running her fingers through the baby's hair. With so many loving parents, she will never have to repeat what he had to go through to reach adulthood.
"Soon, she can wear hair clips," Kimber observed and both women seemed pretty delighted of the fact. It wasn't an unusual sight. Kimber and Abby became best friends over the last year and worked through their issues with body image together. Christian hardly understood what they were on about, but it didn't matter.
What mattered was that he had a supporting wife, who, let's face it, wasn't ugly and who accepted him as he was, well, adjusting the waste of his soul here and there. What mattered was that he could have his cake and eat it too and see his daughter several times a week.
No, it wasn't perfect. He still had those nightmares occasionally and Kimber will never be perfectly happy not having her own child, but these women gave him more than he deserved. A lot more.
Watching them, he felt for a moment that the past had just been a bad dream, "you are all...so beautiful..." He said out loud what he was thinking.
They knew what he was talking about. Inner beauty, and that was what he
loved the most.
The End.