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“Are you okay, Ell?”

“Yeah, I thought for a second that maybe the morning sickness was back again, but I think it was a false alarm.”

“Fingers crossed. It’s been a good two weeks without it, right?”

“Yeah.”

“Maybe you just need to eat something. Why don’t we go make some breakfast?”

She nods, sliding out of bed. I join her, relishing the feeling of being able to walk again without any help. My recovery has been tough, but I’m finally about ninety-five percent of the way through it.

When we reach the kitchen, Ellie opens the fridge, surveying the contents.

“Hmm, I think we need to go back to the market today. The cute one we went to last week.”

“After breakfast?”

“If you’re starving, I can make us some eggs if you want. And then we can have something bigger later.”

“Eggs are perfect. Sunny side up?”

“Anything for you.”

Two hours later, we’re at the market, filling our cart with all types of artisanal foods made by locals. This is our second time at this place, and we’ve both fallen in love with it.

It was my first time in a market since the shooting, and neither of us wanted to go back to the one where it happened—not yet, at least, although we did go back to thank them all. But too much of a hubbub comes up around us. One of my sisters-in-law recommended this place to us.

“Let’s have pasta for dinner tonight. They have a ton of options here, and they all look amazing.”

“What, no soup?”

She rolls her eyes at me, but I detect a hint of a smile on her lips. “No more soup. I’m just as sick of it as you are. Besides, I think you’re healed enough. There’s no need to keep torturing you.”

Thank God.

We browse the various kinds of pasta in the aisle, and I admire Ellie’s growing bump. Pregnancy suits her well. Her beauty seems to increase with each day, adding one more thing to the long list of reasons why I’m so lucky.

This past month has been one of the best of my life, even if most of it was spent in bed recovering. It’s the little moments with Ellie, the way we’ve gotten to know each other on such a deep level, that’s made it the best.

And I wouldn’t change a single thing. If getting shot is what it took to find this, I’d do it as many times as I had to.

31

CEDRICK

The car glides to a stop. And my nerves begin to glitch. But I can't show my nerves.

“You ready?” I raise my arm to place it around her shoulders and rub her upper arm.

Ellie and I are in the backseat. Our driver has pulled up outside the venue of a charity gala. Not just any gala, though. Tonight she'll be officially introduced as my wife.

She grits her teeth playfully. “I don't know. Do I have to?”

“Yes you do, Princess. Now let's go. Your people are waiting for you.”

She plants a kiss on my cheek. “Okay, now I'm ready.”

I quickly jump out and go around the back of the car to help her out on her side. I bend down to offer her a hand because she's squeezed in tight.

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