Page 52 of Twisted Salvation

“You are,” Megan says sweetly.

When I stand, Dominic hugs me again; only he picks me up this time. I wrap my legs around him, and he backs us up so I can sit in his lap. I put my arms around him and bury my face in his neck. “I’m scared,” I admit. “But I know I can do it. I can do it because you saved me.”

“Me?” he asks. “Baby, you saved yourself. You were your own salvation every time you woke up and decided to live another day.”

“Two daughters,” I say, sitting back to smile at him.

“God help us,” Matt laughs and sits with us.

“I know,” Dominic laughs. “Two clones of our beautifully stubborn and sassy wife?”

“Welcome to hell,” I laugh.