Total pages in book: 12
Estimated words: 13471 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 67(@200wpm)___ 54(@250wpm)___ 45(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 13471 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 67(@200wpm)___ 54(@250wpm)___ 45(@300wpm)
PS You’re mine.
Epilogue
Mark
Twenty years later…
“You okay, baby?”
Katie nods next to me and sniffles a little as we watch our son graduate from Marine Corps basic training at Parris Island.
“It just happened so fast.”
I hold her a little tighter as we watch the ceremony—one I’m all too familiar with. Michael has always been just as headstrong as I am, so when he said he wanted to enlist, the decision was made. I’m proud that he’s decided to serve his country and see the world. I just think he’ll always be our baby boy, and we can’t see him as anything but a toddler.
“Just think, with the twins graduating high school next month and heading off to college, we’re going to have the whole place to ourselves.” I nuzzle her neck a little and manage to sneak a giggle out of her.
“OMG. Grody.”
“Dad, we’re right here. Vomit.”
The girls, Daisy and Summer, roll their eyes and go back to watching their big brother graduate.
Pressing my lips to Katie’s neck, I give her a soft kiss in the place she likes so much. I feel her shiver, and then I whisper against the skin there. “I got a letter yesterday before we left.”
“Oh, you did?” Katie acts innocent, pretending not to know anything about it.
“Yes, I did. It’s strange. After all these years, mysterious letters just keep popping up for both of us. Hmm. I wonder who could be sending them to you and to me. It’s strange they don’t sign them. They just write dirty fantasies.”
I feel her giggle again, and the girls look back at us, giving us warning glares.
Katie leans over and whispers in my ear. “I think we should just do what they say, just in case. You know, for science.”
I look into her eyes. She looks exactly the same as she did the first day I saw her. So beautiful and so perfect. She complains about her stretch marks and boobs since the babies. She talks about finding wrinkles and covering up cellulite. But I don’t ever see what she’s talking about.
All I see—all I’ve ever seen when I’ve looked at my Katie—is my home. She’s been the one since she sent me the first letter, and she’s been mine ever since. So now when I put the postscript at the bottom of our letters, I tell her what I always wanted to say.
PS You’re mine.
THE END