She gasps again. It’s me and Ted, in a selfie. He’s in my arms, all dimples and baby fat, curled against my naked chest, fast asleep while I gaze into the camera. “Oh, Christian, this is fabulous. I love it.” Ana turns to me, tears in her eyes. “My two favorite men, in one exquisite capture.”
“They both love you, very much.”
“And I love you!” She closes the book and sets it aside carefully and pounces on me, rattling the cups and plates. “You are the three wishes from Aladdin’s lamp, the state lottery, and the cure for cancer rolled into one!”
I laugh and brush my fingers down her cheek. “No, Ana. You are.”