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“I love you so, so much,” I tell her. “I can’t wait to start a family together, a life together.”
“I love you too. And you’re mine as well, Roman. I want you to know that.”
“Your what?” I say, voice heavy and deep with emotion, leaning forward to fuse our lips together again.
“My miracle,” she whispers.
We kiss deeply, passionately.
We kiss like the rest of the world doesn’t exist.
Epilogue
One Month Later
Rayla
I walk through the apartment and stand at the window, looking down over the apartment building’s courtyard. The flowers are verdant and luscious, giving the place a welcoming and homely feel, and the rest of the apartment is the same.
Bright and airy and letting in all the sunlight in the world, it’s the perfect place for Roman and me to stay together while I continue my studies. When the semester started and he suggested that we move from the cabin – where we stayed for a whole month – to an apartment near my campus, I screamed yes.
The same way I screamed yes when he put his glittering diamond on my finger.
I sigh, turning away from the courtyard when I see he isn’t home yet.
He’d gone to have a private lunch with his agent, talking over his latest book. He’s been writing at warp freaking speed ever since he first broke through his writer’s block, his fingers clattering over the keyboard as I sit in the room with him, giving all the support he deserves.
My mind flits back over the past month as I pace around the apartment, strolling over to the wide cream couch and dropping down next to Tanker. The sleeping dog harrumphs and climbs into my lap, resting his snout against my legs.
This apartment is far more modern than the cabin, with an open-plan look and wide windows which look out upon the city.
Everything is sleek and stylish and I love it, love that we’re staying here until my studies are done, but there’s no freaking way I can claim not to miss the cabin.
Tanker makes a soft purring noise like he often does in his sleep, and my heart swells with even more love.
Love, love, love.
The word hasn’t stopped flowing around me ever since Roman threw it at me, hurled it like a Cupid’s arrow, and changed our lives forever.
“You had a part to play too, little man,” I whisper as Tanker rolls onto his back and shows me his belly. “Don’t think I didn’t notice how you always managed to disappear when Roman I wanted to be alone.”
His lips twitch and for a moment I’m sure he’s about to break into laughter. But then he leaps up and runs across the floor, pausing at the hallway, staring down at it with his tail pricked.
My chest tightens and my heart drums through me.
Roman must be home.
I stand just as the front door swings open, my man striding into the apartment in a suit the same steel-gray as his hair. He let his beard grow out a little at the cabin, but now he’s shaved it close again, letting me see the strong square shapeliness of his jaw.
After he kneels down and says hello to Tanker – with lots of neck and ear scratching – he walks over to me with a wide smile on his face. A smile, not a smirk, because my fiancé is far freer with those than I ever could’ve dreamed of before.
“Hey.” He grabs my shoulders, looking closely at me. “What is it, miracle?”
The nickname whispers over my skin, the same way it did when he proposed to me. He’s been calling me his perfect miracle ever since, and each time it sends more and more contentment glimmering through me.
“I have some news,” I whisper, reaching up and stroking my hand along his face.
His eyes widen for a beat. His cheeks quiver as though he’s holding back a roar – like Tanker in his dreams. “Tell me.”
“I’m pregnant,” I cry, unable to withhold the emotion bubbling up inside of me. “I found out this morning. I’ve done three tests, just to be sure. All three were positive. Roman, we’re going to have a baby.”
He lets out a shivering breath and then squeezes me against him, hugging me so tight it’s like he’s trying to transmit emotion directly from his heart to mine.
I reach up and grip onto his back, closing my eyes and letting my cheek rest against his drumming heartbeat.
“Does this mean you’re happy?” I giggle.
“Happy doesn’t even come close,” he says passionately. “All my life I was searching for you, Rayla, and now we’re going to have a family together. I’m the luckiest man alive.”
“I’m the luckiest woman.” I lean back in his embrace, confident he’ll catch me. He’ll always catch me. “And I love you.”
“I love you too,” he growls, voice deep, and then he smooths his hand down my body, to my belly.
