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Eve leaned up on her tiptoes and kissed me. Her lips pressed so gently against mine. “It’s okay, Roman.” She pulled back. “I’m not breakable.”
How did she know what I was thinking?
Because she knew my soul as well as I did. She was a part of me now. My grief molded with her grief. My guilt blended with her guilt. My pain was her pain. Like two streams merging into a mighty river.
“You’re pregnant,” I whispered.
“Yes.”
This was my purpose.Theywere my purpose. It was everything I wanted and the very thing that terrified me.
I made a silent vow right then. To Eve. To our unborn child. To God.I won’t let anything hurt you—either of you.
I looked down to find my entire world staring up at me with a swarm of hope and questions and fear in her eyes.
“Are you ready for this?” she asked.
It was my turn to take her face in my hands. “I’ve been ready since the moment I met you.”
“I love you, Roman.”
“Again.” I swallowed. “I need to hear it again.”
“I said—” She peered up at me and chewed her bottom lip in that way that made my dick hard. “You’re going to be a dad. We’re going to fill this house with laughter and tiny little footsteps. Tons of them. Boys and girls. Oh, and I fucking love you.”
That was it.
This woman owned me. Mind, body, heart and soul.
“I fucking love you too.”
EPILOGUE
Eve
Eight months later…
We got married in the white pavilion behind his house. Everyone in the community attended, even the children. Some of the older women I’d been making clothes with had put together fresh arrangements of honeysuckle as decoration. The whole place was smothered in the sweet scent. Other women got together and cooked a meal big enough to feed all of us afterward and Isaiah made sure there was music and dancing.
I’d made my own dress out of linen. It was sleeveless, with an empire waist and lace around the top. I’d even learned how to use berries and flowers to make dye.
Roman wore all black, looking like pure sin.
The moment I saw him, I thought my heart was going to explode.
He didn’t just own my body.
He’d marked my soul.
We didn’t need a ceremony or vows or an audience for me to know that.
I’d finally found my home.
Hewas home.
And now, I’d also found my purpose.
As I lay in bed with sweat soaking my face and hair, my body bloody and torn in ways I didn’t want to imagine, I knew what he’d been talking about all this time.
