Tears glimmer in his eyes as he stares at the photo. “How far along are you, sweetheart?” he asks gently.
“Just a little. Maybe two months?” I press my hands over my stomach and smile up at him once more. “Definitely first trimester. I had a feeling after that day when you took me in the garden.” Heat flares because we were daring that time. I was weeding behind a row of tall sunflowers when my fiancé appeared behind me and claimed me right there in the warm soil. We were alone, but still, anyone could have seen because the sunflowers aren’t that tall.
Regardless, this is the happy result of that fevered coupling, and Damon and I couldn’t be more ecstatic.
“Thank you,” he breathes, pulling me in for a kiss. “I love you, sweetheart.”
“I love you too,” I whisper back while winding my arms about his neck. After all, maybe we met at a wet t-shirt contest because I was a starving student intent on feeding myself, but in the end, none of that matters. Instead, I won the ultimate prize: I have a family, a home, and a life with the man I love. Our future is set for years to come, and I thank my lucky stars that Damon Nash came into my life.
* * *
THE END