He lifted his eyes to the night sky.How is this even possible?

Dom, what?

He blinked a few times and saw confusion reflected in her fiery green eyes. Of course, she had no idea. Running a finger down the side of her face, he freed a wisp of her hair that, as usual, had tangled in her earring. He wanted to laugh, to twirl her around.

A child, my love. A child. Our spilled blood on your marriage coat signifies we will be blessed with a child someday.

That’s not possible. You know the doctors have told me I am unable to carry a baby.

I know, but going through the conversion can transform many things. I didn’t tell you because I didn’t want to raise your hopes. Or mine. The blood is a sign that you will one day carry my child.

Without waiting for the official, Dom pulled her into his arms. When her lips parted for him and he tasted her intoxicating sweetness, the world around him seemed to dissolve until it was just the two of them in the cool night air.This beautiful scent was hers. This angel in his arms was his. What could he possibly have done to deserve all of this?

Shouts of encouragement from the onlookers brought him out of this mesmerizing reverie. As waves lapped gently against the rocky shore, he scooped her into his arms and carried her to the bridal suite to get started on their future.