Epilogue
R aquel gasped when she felt a tiny flutter inside her. “Alexandre!”
Beside her, he stirred. “What happened?” One hand slid over her belly, a big palm moving gently over his baby.
“The baby moved.”
Immediately, he sat up. Leaning over her, he looked down at her belly as though he could see through into her belly.
She laughed. “Here.” Grabbing his hand, she placed it over the place where she’d felt the tiny movements. She smiled as disbelief and joy washed over his face when the tiny flutters were felt again, like butterflies fluttering inside her.
“That’s our baby!” Moist eyes bored into hers.
“Yes,” she whispered tearfully as he gathered her into his arms.
“This is the miracle that brought us together.” He kissed her, unable to keep his tears at bay. “I can’t wait to see our baby.”
“Me too.” She nodded. “You will make a good father.”
Unable to contain the joy which coursed through him, he hugged her, burying his face in her long hair, letting his tears fall.
He didn’t think it was possible to love anyone as much as he loved his Raquel. But feeling the tiny movements of his baby under his palm, he knew that he would love his child just as much as he loved its mother.
A baby he looked forward to holding in his arms.
Their baby—a wonderful surprise from their one reckless night together.
The End