Epilogue

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"Since you promised me a brother, and now I have a sister. I think when I pass my driving test, the Camaro should be mine." The crowd laughs at the best man's speech. "And don't forget, I gave you permission to marry my mother," Mashiho says, holding up his glass of ginger ale.

The wedding guests lift their champagne flutes and drink. Seconds later the clinking of silverware against the empty glasses begins.

I give the crowd what they want and kiss my wife.

The reception is small. Close friends and family. Neither side has too many people, although I invited Han's family, and Lisa invited Irene and her husband. I wasn't too thrilled about that one, but I did say the reception is mainly for her and her family to have the experience.

When I was released from the hospital, Lisa insisted that she, Mashiho and I hop on a flight to Vegas to get married. It was spontaneous and according to her, necessary so that the baby and I were covered under her insurance which is better and cheaper than mine.

"You look like the cat that ate the canary," Lisa says, during our first dance as her wife.

"It's seeing you in that tux, and knowing I get to get to undress you later." I tease.

"You plan on having your way with me, Mrs. Manoban?"

"You know it."

After the first dance, Han's mother and sister come speak with us.

"Your baby girl is so precious." Betty says, pulling me into an embrace.

"Thank you," Lisa responds, with a smile before I can say anything.

"If you ever need a babysitter, you know where I am. And I don't mean just Mashiho. I'd love to look after Hannah as well."

I feel bad. I know she hoped Han and I had other children. She loves spoiling Mashiho and her other grandchildren.

"Would you like a moment alone?" Lisa asks out of respect for the relationship I still have with my in-laws.

"No." Maggie answers without hesitation. "You should hear this, too."

"We want you to be happy, dear," Betty says. "We've been so worried about you since Hanbin died. He loved you so much, he would've wanted you to be happy. It's clear that Lisa does that."

"She does." I look up and smile at my wife like a lovesick teenager.

"We just want you to know, Jennie. No matter what happens. You'll always be part of our family. That goes for Lisa and little Hannah, too."

"Thank you, Betty." My wife leans down and kisses her cheek. I can tell from the high pitched giggle, that Lisa won her over and made her night.

"And I don't think I can express what it means to me," Betty tears up. "That you named her after my son."

Lisa rests her hand on her shoulder. "Don't thank me. He's a part of who Jennie and Mashiho are. And I'd like to think somehow he had a hand in bringing us get together."

Betty smiles at my wife, touches her cheek with her open hand, and walks away.

"See, and you worried they would hate you for marrying me." Lisa slips her arm around my waist and whispers as they return to their table.

"I think it's because Betty's sweet on you."

"Hey, whatever works."

She takes my hand in hers and leads us back out to the dance floor.

"Are you happy?" I ask, loosing myself in my wife's beautiful eyes.

"More so than I ever thought possible."

This time it's Irene that interrupts us. "I could attest to that. In all the years I know her put together, I've never seen her smile as much as she has tonight."

"No way!" I protest.

"And she never looked at me the way she looks at you. I saw it, even when she tried to hide it at the pizzeria. I knew she was head over heels for you. I'm really happy you guys worked it out." She looks over her shoulder. "Now if you'll excuse me, I need to get back to my man. With three little ones at home, we don't have a night to ourselves very often."

Her husband waves and Lisa nods back to him.

"Do you know him well?" I ask.

"Well enough." Lisa shrugs. "He was my roommate."

I slap at her chest. "You never told me they got married."

She shrugs with a smile before placing a quick kiss on my lips. "I like it when you're jealous. It makes me feel wanted."

"I always want you."

"Excuse me." Mashiho pats Lisa on the shoulder. "Would you mind if I have a dance with Mom?"

"Not at all, little man." Lisa let's go of me and takes a step back so I can dance with my son. "That was quite a speech," she says, from a foot away as Mashiho and I sway back and forth.

"Thought you'd like it. Especially the part about giving me the Camaro."

"You got me dude, who would've thought with all this testosterone I have in me, that we'd have a girl?"

"Please." I roll my eyes. "Don't get ahead of yourselves guys."

"What? When they couldn't tell what the sex was, I thought for sure it was a boy."

"That was reason enough to think it was a girl. If it was a boy, just like the rest of the male species, he'd be happy to show off his thing."

"Oh gross, Mom. Don't start talking about my thing, and especially not about Lisa's thing."

I shake my head. And look at my wife who's frozen in place, staring at me.

"I know I don't even have my permit yet. But I'm already fourteen and you say all the time how the years go by so fast."

"They do."

"Wait, wait, wait." Lisa puts her hand up. "I don't think that's what your mother's talking about."

I offer a small, guilty smile.

Lisa narrows her green eyes on me, "Are you saying you're—"

"Pregnant."

"Eww, Mom, really? Do you two have to go at it like rabbits?" Mashiho asks, looking like I just vomited all over him. My son shivers, "I need to get some air and get the image of you two out of my head."

"You're pregnant?" Lisa asks in disbelief.

I nod with an ear to ear smile. "I've been dying to tell you all day. I wanted this to be a surprise."

"Are you sure?" She asks, pulling me against her.

"I haven't gone to the doctor yet, but the test came back positive and I'm feeling pretty sick.

Lisa's eyes shine as she lifts me up and slides me down her body. "We're having a baby?" She says, once my feet hit the ground.

"Yes!" I nod, excitement running like a drug through my veins.

"Hey everybody," Lisa yells to our guests, holding me close to her side. "I knocked her up... again!"

The crowd cheers, the glasses clink, and I know I found my happily ever after.

THE END