“Perfect fit. How did you know?”
“I know everything about you.”
She laughed. “Wanna bet?”
“Keeping secrets?”
“Not intentionally.”
“I’m intrigued.”
She stared at the ring, then up at him. “I saw my team doctor today. It was a routine physical, that’s all. Or rather, it was meant to be.”
“Oh?”
“I’m pregnant,” she blurted out. “And I have been terrified of this moment for so long, because when my mother fell pregnant with me, I know she was miserable, that she contemplated an abortion, that she wished, many times, she hadn’t had me—,” He swore under his breath, holding her tighter. “And I was always so scared that I would feel the same if and when it happened to me.”
“And how do you feel, my love?”
“Oh, it’s completely the opposite. I am delighted, Leonidas. I practically floated here. The obstetrician estimated I’m ten weeks or so. I think it must have happened on that last night, in Porto Mezi.” She curled her fingers into his shirt. “I think this was fate’s way of making sure we’d stick together. This baby is meant to be.”
He expelled a breath and then kissed her slowly, sensually, his palms pressed against the small of her back.
“I love you more than I knew possible, and yet every day, that love grows and grows. How can you keep giving me such gifts?”
Her heart turned over. “Because you keep giving them right back.”