Narcise sat up suddenly, the heavy weight of guilt and shame sliding away like a dark cloud. “Do you truly believe that?”
“But of course I do,” he said, looking up at her. “It’s often only after great despair and sacrifice that one finds what one really needs. And in an immortal life, ten years is hardly a breath.”
She smiled and felt as if the warm blast of the sun had just entered the chamber. “What an amazing man you are, Giordan. I love you…forever.”
“I’ve loved you from the moment I first saw you. There’s no one I want to spend immortality with besides you, Narcise.”
“How about a child?”
He stilled, looking at her with shocked, wide eyes. “But you cannot….”
Her smiled grew wider. “Something else about me has changed…and I think it’s possible now.”
“Then I suggest we begin attending to that right away,” he said, sliding over on top of her. “Then I’ll have two females I love to spend eternity with.”
“What if it’s a boy?”
“It won’t be. I know these things…remember? I was anavatar.”