Journey
Six months later
On a cold, snowy morning, I delivered a healthy baby boy we named Lev, meaning heart. Because I truly believed our baby was conceived that night because of how much love grew between us.
In such a short time, I fell in love with my perfect man. My soulmate. My forever partner.
I pushed him away. I’m surprised he came back.
But he kept trying. And he never gave up.
“He’s perfect.” Cullen whispered before kissing my forehead. He moved a piece of hair from my face and kissed my cheek as we admired our son now cradled in my arms.
“I can’t wait to teach him out to build things. Get him his first toolbox.”
I chuckled and traced my finger along his sweet face. “Let’s get him potty trained first, hmm?”
“He’ll be in college before we know it.” Cullen teased.
“Shh, no, don’t rush it.” I kissed Lev’s head again for the millionth time, in complete awe that this baby was mine. All mine. I did this. I grew him. Cullen and I created him.
“The only thing I want to rush is getting you pregnant again.” Cullen winked. “Fucking you while you’re pregnant is top tier.”
My cheeks flushed. “Well now you have to wait at least six weeks, mister.”
“Six weeks?” Cullen groaned. “That’s too long to not touch you.”
“Who said we can’t do other fun things?” I wiggled my eyebrows, and his eyes darkened as he kissed me hard, deep, passionate.
“That’s my girl.”
“Trust me, as soon as the six weeks are up, I’ll be climbing on top of you even faster.”
“Faster? Doubt it.”
“Just you wait.”
“Oh, I will baby. I’ll wait forever for you.”
Five months later, we were married under the summer sun in the backyard of our cabin. Cullen was planning on adding to it now that I moved in and our baby was here. We planned to fill it with lots of children and love.
He also built every piece of furniture for our son, from the crib to the changing table, to the dresser and nightstand, all of his love and hard work poured into his craftsmanship, and it showed in every piece he made.
A few months later, two familiar pink lines appeared on a pregnancy test once again. But this time, not only was I pregnant, but so was my sister. Carina was pregnant with her first baby after finally giving in and starting her family.
We were able to share our pregnancies together. And when we both gave birth to girls, we called them our twin flames.
So much love that could never be extinguished.
Love was the building block to our forever and every day, we made it stronger and stronger.
I loved Cullen with everything inside me.
And he showed me every day how much he loved me.
THE END