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There is no point in ever trying to deny it.
We never truly got over one another.
We never really ever learned to live without each other.
All of that time apart lead to this moment. We had to learn who we were without each other in order for us to come back together, and that feels like the most precious gift in the world.
I’m so overcome with emotion that I tear up when Mia thanks me for my gift and says she can’t wait to try on maternity clothes. I laugh, wiping away my tears, imagining how sweet she’s going to look when her baby belly starts to show.
She pulls me into her arms and hugs me tight.
“You guys are going to be great parents,” I whisper.
She pulls back to look at me. “So are you guys… when it happens.”
My eyes go wide, and she giggles.
“They’re twins,” she whispers back. “They tell each other everything.”
My cheeks flush. “Shit, I hope you don't meaneverything.”
She screws up her nose. “No, but I do know Fynn has been pining for you for a while now, and Dante is happy that you’re back in his life. You’re good for him.”
I can’t help but smile. “Pining? Well, I should make him work a bit harder for it.”
She grins. “He’s a good man, Sage. I know you don’t need me to tell you that. From what Dante tells me, Fynn has never been the same since you broke up.”
“Sometimes life has a funny way of making things work out in the end.”
“Well, it took me being kidnapped to find my Prince Charming. Maybe we wouldn’t have met if I’d stayed in New York. Life isn’t always perfect, but sometimes out of something bad, comes something truly beautiful.”
“It never ceases to amaze me how life works in the craziest of ways,” I agree. “It took me a decade to realize the man of my dreams was right under my nose all along.”
She squeezes my hand. “I love a happy ending.”
“Me, too.” I smile. “Or as I say, better late than never.”
“Touché.”
We spend the rest of lunchtime, talking, laughing, eating and drinking fabulous cocktails. I must admit, I could get used to this life; it’s nothing like having to be at work.
Work. I sigh out loud. I still don’t think I’m fully over what happened, even though it isn’t the first time I’ve dealt with a bad situation in the ER. It kinda comes with the territory.
It does make me think about what Fynn said and how he wouldn’t be happy with me working in the ER if I get pregnant. I should be mad at him for trying to tell me what to do, but another part of me understands his reasoning, especially after last night.
I’ve been thinking for a while now about going to work with my dad at his practice, since it would be a lot less hectic working as a GP. And I wouldn’t be working all kinds of crazy hours. There’s so much to think about, and a big part of me thinks I may be reading too much into this. I mean, I know what Fynn is like. He’s been so flighty over the years, not knowing what he wants, and all the short-term relationships he’s had with many women, but I fully believe he has changed. We’ve all got a past.
I know from the look in his eyes, and the declaration that he loves me deeply, that he’s serious. That he doesn’t want to lose me this time.
And I have to hold on to that. I can’t let my insecurities get the better of me.
“So have you got any baby names picked out yet?” Maria asks, obviously very excited about her first grandchild.
“We have a lot,” Mia confesses. “If it’s a girl, I like Angelina and Isla, and Dante likes Alina. If it’s a boy, I like Gian and Cosimo, but Dante won’t let me call him that, because it’s an old family nickname.”
“Cosimo?” I hear Sloane whisper.
I turn to look at her. “Is everything okay?”
