Page 114 of Modern Romance Collection December 2024 Books 5-8

Later, when they were both naked and breathing too hard, she turned so she could prop herself up on his chest and look deep into his fathomless eyes. And so both of them could bathe in all the moonlight pouring in the windows.

“I have something to tell you,” she said. Solemnly.

Apostolis smiled. “I was wondering when you would get around to it.”

She felt her smile bubble up from the deepest place inside of her. “Of course you know.”

“My darling wife,” he said, kissing her in between each word, “my favorite stepmother,fos tis psihis mou,I love you. I know everything about you. It is my religion.”

And then, together, they shifted so they could both smooth their hands over her only very slightly rounded belly.

“This baby will be born a month after our five years is up,” she told him, old ghosts dancing around them but not getting close.

There was too much fire between them for that.

“Good,” he said, pulling her mouth back to his. “Now you will be stuck with me forever.”

But he was laughing while he said it, and she was laughing, too, because they knew the only truth that mattered.

Forever, for them, was only the beginning. This baby would only be their first.

And their legacy would be love and it would stand the test of time, until long after the Andromeda was nothing but rubble.

That was the story Jolie liked best.

So together, day after day, they made it come true.

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