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“Tell me,” he says, his voice getting deep, growly as he fights away the emotion.
He doesn’t want to give into it yet, let himself believe until he knows for sure.
I nod, and that’s all he needs. He can read my face.
Felix leans down and kisses my forehead, his lips warm. “I can’t believe it. But of course, I can. I can’t wait.”
“Why do I feel like I’m missing something?” Yasmin asks.
“Me too!” Felicia yells, laughing. “Miss, Mommy, miss.”
I turn to Yasmin, my hand tightening around Felix’s, my husband-to-be, the only man I’ll ever want or need.
“I’m pregnant, Yasmin,” I say.
“Pregnant,” Felix repeats, his voice low, awash with love.
Yasmin claps her hands together, beaming, and then we both burst into tears of happiness, which call to the future and bring it here, into this room with us.
“It’s real now,” I sob as I collapse against Felix.
His arms wrap around me as I weep into his chest, his hand stroking me tenderly through my hair.
“You’re going to make the best mother, Freya,” he says passionately. “Thebest.”
EPILOGUE
ONE YEAR LATER
Felix
I sit in the living room corner, and the TV is turned down low as it plays the football highlights, subtitles on. I’ve never been a huge fan, but there isn’t much on at three AM.
I know some fathers may resent this, sitting with their child in the light of the TV. Lucy’s basket is on the table, turned away from the screen’s glow, her eyes closed as her chest rises and falls gently.
Love flows endlessly every time I look at her, the way she smiles in her sleep, even if she was recently screaming the house down. But I wouldn’t have it any other way.
Let her be loud and confident. Let her be like her mother’s becoming, growing into her full potential.
Freya worked through much of the pregnancy. When she returned from maternity leave, her boss was so glad that he advanced her to a higher-paying position.
But it’s not the money – I could support her forever if that’s what she chose – but the passion in my woman’s face when she returns from work. It brings me back to our wedding, how bright her smile was, the bump just about showing beneath her gorgeous white dress.
The business is going well, with the East Coast earning more contracts than the West within the past six months.
Kenny called me the other day, and I could hear him grinning down the phone.
“You just had to go and outperform us, didn’t you?”
I laughed. “Let me know if I’m overreaching. I’m sure I could ruin the company if I tried.”
He chuckled at my sarcasm. “Keep doing what you’re doing. You’ve got a family to think about now.”
It always makes me feel lighter inside when people reference my family or call Freya mywife. Or ask how mydaughter’sdoing.
It always makes me feel like the luckiest man alive.
And I am.
