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“Our baby,” he repeats. “Our family. Our fucking life. Can you believe it’s this good?”

I stare into his eyes, seeing the joy in his soul and knowing that every day forward will be filled with this much love. “I believe it.”

He kisses me again. It’s so soft and tender that my knees weaken. “This is just the beginning, Bianca. We have a lifetime left to love each other.”

“I can’t wait, Roman,” I whisper. “I can’t wait to see what tomorrow brings.”