AncilMonths had passed since Samantha had died and before I knew it it was November all over again. Kate and I made our way back to Fort King George Tobago on top of the cannons. Kate sat in front and I sat behind with my arms around her protruding belly, both of us staring out at the deep blue sea.
“Looking back last year around this same time who would have thought that I would have been right here in the same place with a baby in my belly,” Kate said, her face glowing; the kind of glow only a pregnant woman could have.
“Not bad for some immigrants,” I joked.
“We’re more like illegal aliens but-” Kate started.
“Our baby is going to be Trinidadian,” I said, finishing Kate’s sentence but not really finishing it.
“Yeah, she is.”
“I have a great name for her,” I said.
“What is it?”
“Samantha.”
“Samantha?”
“I think it’s only fair to name her after the late Samantha Hurlan. It’s the least we could do.”
“Samantha it is,” Kate said.
“I can’t wait to see her. If she takes anything at all from her mother, she’s going to be gorgeous.”
“I’m skeptical though,” Kate said.
“Of what?”
“This whole pregnancy. A baby costs a lot of money to take care of and since we lost that bag we’ve been kind of on the poor side of things.”
“We got this. You have nothing to worry about and I’m 100% sure that Tanty Mavis won’t let anything happen to her. And my book is in the process of being published so we’ll be alright,” I said.
“I guess you’re right.”
“I am right, you don’t need to worry because this right here is the beginning.”
“The beginning of what?” Kate asked.
“Our happily ever after.”
And that was it. My novel was finally completed. My days of being an UNINSPIRED young writer were over because for the first time in my life, I was truly inspired. But sitting there, looking at Kate and the little bundle of joy welling up inside her, I knew that the ending of one story was just the beginning of another.
The End
