"Are you upset?" I ask, my arms wrapping around his neck.
"Upset?" He replies, shaking his head vigorously. "God, no, Eden Briar. This is just more of you to love."
He kisses me deeply, and I laugh through my tears, feeling his hands explore my body with tender care.
"Well, since you're already pregnant, I guess you don't mind if I—"
"We didn’t come out here just for a picnic, Father," I tease, feeling his hand give a playful smack to my rear.
"Careful, momma. You know what happens when you use that name," He whispers, his lips brushing up my neck.
"Yeah, I do," I reply, my voice low and inviting. "So, get to it, Father."
He trails his lips down to my lower stomach, kissing it reverently.
"I love you, Eden," He murmurs. "And I love you too," he adds, his grin wide. "Though, it might be a bumpy ride."
I gently hold his chin, my thumb brushing over his cheek.
"I love you endlessly, Roman," I say, my hand resting on my stomach. "Both of you."
Smiling like a man in a dream, he kisses me with a fervor that makes me feel alive and cherished. We continue to embrace, lost in our love and joy until the sun sets.
If this is what my life is, then God truly heard my prayers.
And he sent me Roman Briar.
