I slowly turned around and saw that it was Rowan’s wife… Amara… Amara Moretti, walking towards me. Besides her was a little boy. He looked cute, like a little prince at first glance.

I instinctively reached for my stomach. I wondered if my babe would look as cute as him.

Amara Moretti looked at me and nodded in greeting. I nodded my head back at her. Then she looked at her son and spoke gently, “Greet Aunt, baby.”

Her son, whose name was Vaughn, I guess, listened to Amara and ...