Two months later
I rest my hand on Natasha’s belly and laugh when I feel her baby kick. She’s having a girl.
Natasha smiles when the baby kicks again a couple of times, and the bright sunlight beaming down on her makes her motherly glow look even more radiant.
I keep my hand there on her belly and savor this moment, knowing it almost didn’t happen.
There were times when I thought I’d never see her again. Now look at us sitting here together, free and happy, on the terrace of her new home in Marseille while our husbands are out on the beach fishing.
Natasha and Alessandro decided to stay in Marseille and start a new life together.
She said there were too many painful memories in New York. And Italy, for that matter. We were always happy when Mom brought us here, so it seemed fitting Natasha chose to live here.
And get married here.
Jaxon and I delayed our visit until now so we could be here for Natasha and Alessandro’s wedding. It took place last weekend and was absolutely beautiful.
Cora and I were both maids of honor, and the whole family turned up to make it a magical celebration. Cora’s wedding will be next. It will be another wonderful event.
“I’m so happy for you,” I say to my sister, placing my hand back in my lap.
She laughs heartily, touching my cheek briefly. “I’m happy for you, too. It’s funny how everything worked out the way it was supposed to and now we have everything we want.”
“I know, right?”
She couldn’t explain our lives with better words. Everything absolutely did work out the way it was supposed to. Especially for me. I would never have found Jaxon or been with him if Natasha hadn’t gotten pregnant and run away with Alessandro.
“Everything was so dark and doomed with Dad.” She sighs and looks away, then a small smile curls her lips. “Now there is life. I just wish things could have been different with him.”
She looks back at me and I nod.
“Me too. But I don’t think they were ever going to change. Maybe only to get worse.” I release a ragged breath.
“You’re right. This is the way it had to be. Now we can finally move on.”
I smile back at her, deciding to talk about something lighter. “We can. And you never know, I may be the one delivering your baby the next time I see you.”
We both laugh.
“Yes, Mrs. Doctor. Mom would be so proud of you.”
“I hope so.”
“I know she would. She’d be happy you followed in her footsteps.”
Jaxon and Alessandro’s voices cut into my next words. The two walk onto the terrace displaying the fish they caught.
“Catch of the day.” Jaxon holds up a large fish, and a proud smile floats across his face. “Finally, I caught one.”
Alessandro laughs. “It takes practice.”
“No, I just suck at fishing, and you have more patience than me.”
Natasha and I exchange secret smiles, happy to see our guys getting on so well.
“I won’t argue with that,” Alessandro chuckles. “How about I get the fish prepped for tonight’s dinner?”
“Sure.”
“I’ll join you,” Natasha says to Alessandro, cutting me a quick glance because she knows I missed Jaxon.
I smile back at her and make my way toward my husband while she and Alessandro saunter away.
Jaxon spreads out his arms and pulls me in for a hug and a kiss I’ve been longing for.
“Missed me?”
“Of course.” I lean against him, my fingers tracing the scruff of his beard.
“It’s beautiful here.” He brushes his nose against mine. “And you’re even more beautiful here.”
“So are you.”
“Do you think they’d miss us for an hour? My body misses yours again.”
I giggle. “Mine misses you, too.”
“Then let’s go, Krasota.”
I lace my fingers with his and allow him to take me away, my body humming in anticipation of being touched.
We smile at each other, and I think of how perfect everything is.
Jaxon was never my monster.
He was the prince who saved me in every way I needed to be saved.
After all the pain and fear, I can just be his, and he can be mine.
We can belong to each other.
Forever.