Looking down at Luka, his eyes closing as he traced his finger over my belly, a small contented smile on his lips, I knew he was praying I was pregnant.

I was too.

“You recognized mine,” he murmured sleepily, slowly opening his eyes. I stopped reading and lowered the book. “You recognized my soul when I was lost.”

Tears building, I replied, “I did, baby.”

“And you brought me back to you,” he finished and pressed a kiss to my stomach.

I shook my head. “Now that’s where you’re wrong.”

Luka raised his head, tilted it to the side, and pursed his lips in confusion. My heart flipped at the action, and, releasing his hand, I stroked my thumb along his stubbled cheeks. Taking his hand again, I pressed it against my heart.

“I couldn’t bring you back because you never ever left. Not in here.” I patted my chest where my heart was.

Luka smiled and laid his head back down. Closing his eyes, he picked up my hand and placed it back in his hair, nudging me to stroke him again.

My heart melted as my fingers began to move back and forth through the silky blond strands. I picked up the book and started where I left off…

“Their love story began on the day she was born…”

The End