Bill and Kate Conclusion

I'm sitting in the chair in our bedroom typing this, watching Kate on the bed, our son Kyle at her breast. I'm smiling, considering how I almost cost myself the bliss I am now feeling.

"Are you still typing our story, Honey?" Kate asks with a smile.

"As we speak."

"You know, you're going to have to clean that up a bit if you ever want our children to read it."

"I reckon I will at that."

Kate rises up, laying a sleeping Kyle down in his crib. She gets back into bed and holds a hand out to me.

"Come to bed, honey. Come to bed, and let's make another part you can leave out of the kid's version of us," she says with a smile.