Page 69 of Drenched
I pressed my cheek to his chest, feeling the cool, steady thrum of his heartbeat. My body felt warm, heavy, and sated. I let my hand slide down, resting on my belly.
Rynar’s hand covered mine. His fingers spread over my swollen belly, his touch trembling, hesitant. He stared down at me, his eyes wide, stripped bare of the usual darkness. A tear slipped down his cheek, catching the faint glow that surrounded us.
“We found something beautiful in the wreckage,” I whispered, the words trembling on my lips.
His voice broke, rough with something fragile.“Drenched in peace, let darkness creep,
In the abyss, all things sleep.”
I cupped his face, my thumb wiping away the tear. “But some things don’t,” I murmured. “They endure.”
His forehead touched mine. We weren’t waiting anymore. We were here. Together.
Our hands stayed there, cradling the future growing inside me. The abyss stretched out around us, endless and dark. But here, in this quiet corner of the deep, there was light. There was hope.
No more waiting. No more emptiness.
This was home now.
I belonged to it. I belonged to him. And he belonged to me.
