The Fighter Pilot’s Baby

Epilogue

Bianca and Alex linked arms as the sun set on the airfield in front of them. Several fighter pilots were walking away from the crowd, sniffs and snorts of the remaining people echoing around them. Bianca wiped away her own tears as they glided down her cheek and looked up at Alex. He looked so proud. Catching her eye, Alex leaned down and pressed a kiss to her forehead.

“He’ll be alright, baby,” he whispered in her ear.

Bianca nodded, wiping her remaining tears. In the distance she watched as their son turned just before he reached the plane. His short dark hair cropped close to his head and his inevitably blue eyes shining in the waning sun that highlighted the bronze of his skin. She locked eyes with him and smiled as he blew her a kiss and saluted his father. Alex saluted back and cleared his throat trying to hide that he was getting choked up as well. After all of the years and all of the memories, Bianca still couldn’t let go of the fact that her baby was leaving her for good. Sighing she turned to Alex before another round of tears began to fall.

“Let’s go, I can’t bear to watch him board the plane,” She said her throat tightening.

Alex nodded, grabbing her elbow. Despite what she said, Bianca turned around just as he boarded, one more tear falling. Alex stopped and wiped it away.

“We did well, Bianca. He’s leaving now but he’ll be back.”

Bianca nodded and gripped Alex’s arm again. They walked slowly back to the car, arm in arm, Bianca leaning her head on his shoulder. Love was a crazy thing, and when you weren’t looking, you found the one who completed your soul and gave you something even greater to love together.

The end.