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“Were you hiding that in my book?” she said.
“Yeah, I mean with all the crying, I figured you’d never make it to the end.”
She slapped my arm and then took the envelope.
“It’s for after the baby comes,” I said.
She opened the envelope and read the paper. “Plane tickets. To Rome,” she said.
I watched her, trying to gauge her reaction. “You told me how much your grandmother loved travel shows about Rome. I know she never got to go, so I thought we could.” I rubbed her stomach. “The three of us.”
Her eyes softened, and she kissed me again.
Then she pulled back.
“I can’t believe how much things have changed since that night,” she said.
I entwined my fingers with hers.
“Yeah, I guess I should thank Fabiano for trying to—” I said.
“I wouldn’t go that far,” she interjected.
“I love you, Molly,” I said, staring up into those beautiful brown eyes.
“I love you, too, Enzo,” she said.
I kissed her, but she pulled back.
I stared down at her. “What’s wrong?” I said, my voice tense.
“Nothing,” she said, a smile on her face as she grabbed my hand and pressed it against her bump.
She looked into my eyes, and I knew the love I saw there was reflected tenfold in mine.
“I think the baby just kicked,” I said as I smiled through unshed tears.