The same bright moon shines in my bedroom now only twenty years later. My husband lies next to me peacefully asleep. I roll over to him and kiss his cheek. He has been an absolute God send to me. He has been with me since before my brother's death, Halloween, and Tom Robinson's "rape" trial. You didn't think I would end my story without mentioning Dill, did you?
Turns out he's a man of his word. All those years ago he said we were going to get married someday. That someday was five years ago. Atticus was there to give me away. I have never seen him so proud of me. He was beaming all the way down the aisle, proudly said "I do," when the minister asked who was giving me away and the way he took my face in his hands after lifting my veil, giving me a kiss on the cheek just like he did when I woke up that November morning.
I had a baby nine months to the day after our wedding. A baby girl we named Kerry Jean Harris. She was a beautiful baby with her daddy's white duckfluff hair and hazel eyes that could hypnotize anybody. I say she looks like Dill; but then again she does have my spitfire personality. A little devil with angel eyes.
I was startled by the sound of my newborn crying. The sound bolts my husband out of his deep slumber. My baby has a strong set of lungs. I laugh at the scenario.
"Want me to get him?" Dill offers still half asleep.
"No, it's okay, I've been awake," I say giving Dill a kiss on the lips.
I get out of bed and walk down the hall into my son's bedroom. Flipping on the light, I take a look around the nursery. We painted the room blue for him. It took a long time to paint over the pink that had engulfed Kerry's nursery. Yet we kept the same white cradle for him though. Peeping into the cradle, he looks at me and stops crying.
"You just wanted your mommy didn't you?" I say picking my son up and carrying him to the rocking chair. I am exhuasted but I wouldn't trade this time for anything. Jeremy is going to be a mama's boy for sure. Just rocking back and forth, being near my breast calms him right down. He is as beautiful as my brother, with whom he shares his name. He makes a little cooing noise that makes it sound as if he talking to me.
"I love you, too, honey," I say giving him a kiss on his baby lips.
"Hey, mama," Kerry sleepily says walking into the room.
"Hey, Boo," I say patting my lap. She immeadiatley walks over to me and sits on my lap. I give her a kiss on the head as my husband walks in. He is so sexy standing there with his blond hair ruffled from sleep and wearing nothing but pajama pants. He is staring at us with a look of love that is making me melt. I look at him, my beautiful daughter, and angelic newborn son and think what a lucky woman I've grown up to be.