The Birth of Their Second Child

They had not made love, even when her first trimester had officially ended two weeks ago. His patience despite his obvious arousal every night when they went to sleep had forever cemented Lara’s trust and appreciation for this amazing man—her husband.

She opened the door and stepped into the bedroom.

Chris stood beside the bed wearing a pair of white silk pajama bottoms.

“White?” she asked with a smile, even though her own lace peignoir was the color of fresh snow.

He put his arms out. “Come here, my wife.”

She went to him, straight into his arms. He held her there for the longest time, saying nothing. Doing nothing.

Except looking into her eyes, his that dark brown that meant his emotions were close to the surface. Finally, he said, “Thank you.”

“For what?”

“For being mine. For putting up with me. For falling in love with me and not walking away with my baby. Fo