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“Si, Mama. So che è ancora presto.” He looked at Molly. “Sorry. I know it’s still early, Mom. But I’m here with Molly, and we need to know something. Can you give me Dottore Urbani’s number?”
Molly could hear his mom speaking rapidly in Italian. Under other circumstances, it would make her smile. She loved Sofia. Right now, she was wondering how the older woman would feel about becoming a grandmother.
Marcos pulled a notepad and pen out of his jacket pocket and wrote down a number.
“Thanks, Mom.”
“I’ll call you back and explain everything later.”
He hung up and looked at Molly. “It’s seven thirty in the morning there. I don’t know if he’ll be in his office, but I have to try. He doesn’t speak English, so forgive me?”
“Of course.”
He blew out a sigh and dialed the number, then waited. He spoke in rapid Italian to who Molly assumed was the receptionist and then looked at her while he waited again. “He’s there. She’s going to find him for me. He’s a friend of the family. I’m hoping he’ll remember about the tests.”
“Dottore Urbani.”
Molly watched as he spoke and then listened and then spoke again—this time he was more animated—agitated. He listened again and then asked a few calm questions. Then he hung up.
“What did he say?”
“That I can make babies.”
She let out a short laugh. “We already knew that much!”
He nodded. “I guess we did. I’m just. I guess I’m in shock. I believed all these years that I couldn’t. She lied. Dottore Urbani said there was no reason either of us couldn’t have children. She kept refilling her prescription for the pill, and he thought no more of it. She lied.” He shook his head. “I can accept she didn’t want to have children with me. I’m grateful that she didn’t. But we divorced, and she never told me it wasn’t true. Molly, she changed the course of my life—of our life.”
“No!” Molly spoke so adamantly, it surprised both of them. “No. Don’t you dare ever say that again. She has nothing to do with our life, with our baby. This is down to us. We made this baby, and I, for one, am thrilled that we have. It’s ours, born out of our love. Don’t you dare …”
He closed his arms around her and landed a kiss in the middle of her forehead. “I won’t. That was a stupid thing to say. I won’t ever say it or think it again.”
He tucked his fingers under her chin and made her look up into his eyes. “I love you, Molly. I know this is a shock to us both, but you have made me the happiest man on earth.”
She gave him a small smile. “It’s all so much to take in. I didn’t know how it was possible. I didn’t know what you’d think, I didn’t even know what I thought, but …” Her smile grew bigger. “We’re going to have a baby, Marcos.”
His eyes shone with tears, and he smiled through them. “Don’t worry; they’re happy tears.”
She laughed. “Mine are too. Very happy.”
~ ~ ~
When they went to bed, Marcos closed his arms around her and held her close. She looked up into his eyes.
“I feel like I’m going to wake up in the morning and discover that this was all just a dream.”
He smiled. “I don’t.”
“No?”
He chuckled. “For one thing, I doubt I’ll sleep a wink. It’s so much to take in.”
“It is, and I’ve had longer to get used to the idea than you have. I’ve been going around in circles ever since I left the doctor’s office. I’m pregnant. We’re going to have a baby.” She shook her head. “I thought I’d gotten used to the idea that that wasn’t going to be possible for us. I thought I was okay with it. Then …” She looked into his eyes. “Gene and Rita came in this morning, and when my coffee sent me running for the bathroom, they knew it was morning sickness. I thought they were wrong. I was so sad having to explain to them that I couldn’t be.”
He nodded. “I thought I was used to the idea that I couldn’t have children. I was okay with it until we got back together. Believing thatwewould never have a baby of our own broke my heart. And now, knowing not only that we can—but that we’re going to. I’m so happy, Molly.” He landed a kiss on her lips. “I’m so happy, but I’m a little apprehensive, too.”
She nodded. “It’s too soon. We’re not ready. But, at the same time, it doesn’t have to matter—it can’t.”
He held her closer. “It doesn’t matter to me, not one bit. When a miracle strikes, you don’t question the timing.”
