Rebecca

I had not slept much since telling him.

Not because I was worried, but because happiness felt almost too big to rest inside me. It pulsed beneath my skin like sunlight caught in my veins, warm and alive. Every time I closed my eyes, I saw his face in that moment, the disbelief softening into wonder, the way his hands trembled when he touched me, the quiet awe in his voice when he whispered the word miracle.

I lay awake long after the fire had burned down to its last ...