Forget It
Epilogue
Jill gently bounced her baby boy on her knee as she waited for the knock on the door. Her parents were coming for the first time. Matthew, her son, was now 2 years old and walking, but he was very attached to his mother.
Finally, the knock on the door came. Skye jumped up to answer it. He opened the creaky wooden door and let the older couple in.
"Hello, you must be my parents. Welcome, welcome. That's Skye, and this is Matthew." Jill smiled at her parents.
"Sarah… Jill, you look so different. I hope your husband's treating you well."
"Of course. Matthew's been a bit of a pain recently; the terrible twos." At this, her son squealed and reached out to her nose. She pulled back and tweaked his nose. "Would you like to hold him?"
Jill's mother nodded and held out her hands for her grandson. "He's precious."
"Yes. I wish you could have been here for his birth. You two would have had a lot more time to know each other."
Skye was standing off to the side with Jill's father. The former thief muttered, "She's pregnant again, too."
The older man yelped. "Again?"
Jill looked up at her husband and scowled. "I was going to tell them, I swear!"
"When's this baby due? I want to be here when he's born."
"About 2 seasons… 6 months. I've got a lot of farming to finish before the baby's born. Skye's too much of a lazy butt to help me."
Skye stuck his tongue out at her. All she did was grin.
A black cat nosed the creaky door open. All five family members looked at her. Syrup strutted in happily, with four black kittens stumbling behind her. Once they were all in the house, she licked them vigorously.
Jill started laughing, and everyone else joined in.