Page 229 of By A Thread

Dominic’s hand was on my belly again. As he leaned back against the kitchen cabinets, I noticed a smile I’d never seen before on his lips. Contentment.

“Do you want to call your mom and Simone?” I asked.

His smile widened. “Of course.”

“Can we call my dad?” I asked. “I mean, he might not understand, but I really want him to be part of this,” I said.

“Of course. But first, there’s something you should see,” he said, reaching for his phone in his discarded swim trunks. “Your dad gave his blessing,” He opened a photo.

“Oh. Dom,” I breathed.

It was a selfie of Dominic and Dad. My dad was grinning and holding the open ring box.

“I went every day and asked him until it was a good day,” Dominic said softly.

And I was back to nodding and crying again.

“This hormone thing,” he said, gently wiping the tears from my face with his thumbs. “How long does it last?”

“I guess we’ll find out,” I sobbed.