He lets me slip down the front of his hard body, but I never look away from him. Not even when he runs his hand to my belly, which is still flat, even though there’s a wonderful gift inside.
“Are you saying…?” heasks.
I nod, then finally find the words. “We’re having ababy.”
The old Owen would’ve backed away, putting up his barriers at the thought of bringing something so messy into this dark, threatening world. But he only rubs my belly so very gently, then brings me into anotherkiss.
One that keeps healing, just as we both have been healed.
One that promises a wonderful, open future ahead for all ofus.
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