Epilogue
Three Months Later…
"A baby," he uttered in awe. "A little girl…Your little girl, from your premonitions." He didn't think he could smile any wider.
"Maybe not," she cautioned. "The future's always changing so we may not have--"
"I don't care," he happily interrupted as he yanked her back into his arms and kissed the top of her head. "I don't care as long as she, or he, is healthy."
"What're we gonna do?" Phoebe sighed as she scanned their living room. "We may have to move. I mean once the baby's a bit bigger, we'll need more space. I mean I know we have the second bedroom but it's so small and what happens if we have another baby and --"
"Another one?" he chuckled. "We haven't had this one yet."
But Phoebe was lost in thought and continued in a rush as if she hadn't heard, "Do you think we should start looking? And what about my sisters? They'll be so excited and -- My sisters! Maybe you were right after all. About confessing the truth my sisters, I mean. I mean we can't keep calling you Coop and Cole. It'll be too --"
"There's only one name I want to be called now," he interrupted again with a shake of his head.
"What?" she nervously asked. "I'll go with whatever you decide. I mean I guess we should stick to Coop but I think I'll miss calling you Cole. Isn't that silly? Because I know you're Coop and I know you're Cole but I kinda liked this little thing we have where it's just private between the two of --"
"Is this a hormone thing?" he questioned with amusement. "You babbling, I mean."
"Not funny," she slapped his chest and pulled back enough to be able to fold her arms across her chest in annoyance. "Fine. What name did you decide on?"
He grinned as he replied, "Daddy."
And Phoebe burst into tears.
Laughing, he wrapped his arms around her again and kissed the top of her head again. "Hormones," he decided.
"I love you," she cried. "Both of you."
He bent his head in order to whisper in her ear, "Then marry me."
"Again?" she sniffled before she glanced up at him.
"Again," he stated as he straightened and tapped the tip of her nose. "I ask and you say yes, that's how it works."
"You're crazy," she declared as she tried to pull away.
"So I keep telling myself," he muttered as he kept a firm grip on her.
Unable to keep a straight face, Phoebe burst into a coy smile, "Then how about we skip the vows and go straight to the honeymoon?"
"I'm serious."
"So am I, Cole," she agreed. "We don't need to keep renewing our vows to prove our love to each other because that proof is already right here," she reasoned as she guided his hand to her still-flat stomach. "This new life growing inside me was created by our love. That's more important than any ceremony, any vow, we could ever make."
"I still can't believe this is happening. Never in my life did I ever think this could happen to me," he confided with renewed awe.
"Oh, Coop, if there was anyone meant to be a father…" She caressed his cheek and, with a radiant smile, asked, "Do you, Coop, take Phoebe to be your lawfully wedded wife, to love, honor, and cherish her for all eternity?"
"I suppose…"
"Behave yourself, Cole. This was your idea…"
"I love you, Phoebe," he winked.
"Then do you, Cole, take Phoebe to be your lawfully wedded wife, to love, honor, and cherish her for all eternity?"
"I do." Kissing her lightly on the lips, he then asked, "So, do you, Phoebe, take both Coop and Cole to be your lawfully wedded husband, to love, honor, and cherish him for all eternity?"
She gazed deep into his eyes, "I'm not sure."
"What?"
"Gotcha," she giggled.
"Oh, you'll pay for that, witch," he threatened as he tried to keep his arms around her slippery form.
"I'm counting on it," she laughed as she successfully darted out of his reach.
He caught up with her just as she'd flung open their bedroom door and, scooping her up into his arms, he carried her to their bed and lightly tossed her onto the comforter.
Using her elbows to scoot back, she watched him stand at the foot of the bed before inviting him, "C'mere you."
"Maybe we shouldn't," he hesitated.
Phoebe smiled, "I already asked and the doctor said it's perfectly fine for us up until the very end."
"Are you sure?"
She rolled her eyes before she changed positions and, on her knees, scooted back to the edge of the bed. Tugging on his shirt, she drew him closer. But he still seemed so unsure so she began to unbutton his shirt, kissing bare skin as she moved from one button to the next.
He watched her and believed. "You are my wife," he quietly told her before climbing onto the bed.
"And you," she paused to tenderly kiss his lips, "are my husband."
And, gently pressing her down to the mattress beneath him, he murmured words of love before they, together, they made wedding night magic.
The End