I sit on the love seat, watching the Cypress trees shift in the breeze. Morgana disappeared to the bathroom only five minutes ago, but I'm sure I've been waiting for a decade.
My wife appears on the patio, carrying two glasses of white wine.Damn. She wouldn't be drinking if the test were positive.
"You mean I drove all around to find afarmaciafor no reason?" I ask, taking a glass from her.
She grins at me. "This is grape juice."
My heart feels like it will burst out of my chest. "Are you serious?" I cry. I put the glass down hastily and leap to my feet, swinging her around in my arms.
"Careful, you idiot!" she says, laughing. "Not in my condition!"
"How far along? I mean, when? What do we—"
She puts her finger on my lips. "Hush. All in good time."
We sit side by side, and she puts her head on my shoulder.
"I think I know what names you might have in mind, Vladi," she murmurs. "If so, it's alright by me. Whether we have a Stefania or a Luca, we'll adore them either way."
"Mind how you go. Twins run in the family, remember?" I kiss her forehead. "I love you,lisichka."
She winds her fingers around mine. "I love you too.”
THE END