“I love you,” I say, facing her, my hand on her belly. My eyes locked with hers.
“I love you more.” She runs her finger over the scar on my forehead. “You’re more than the man of this mountain, you know. You’re the man of my dreams.”
“It’s like it was destiny or something,” I say, pulling her close. Kissing her softly. Vowing to love her forever.