8 Months Later

Alice finally agreed to marry me in early May. Our families gathered in her parents’ back yard and one of my friends from law school, now a judge in the city courts, officiated. Alice's wild hair hung long and loose, spilling down her back and around the deep green dress that hugged our baby.

The round form of our son jutted from Alice’s front, taut and centered so you’d never know she was pregnant from the back. As I pulled her in to kiss her ...