Page 87 of Broken Hearts
“You were right, son,” my dad says, his arm coming to rest around my shoulders. There’s a note of pride in his voice, a rare concession. “She was the right choice.” He lets out a soft sigh, almost imperceptible. “Grandfather…” The word hangs in the air, filled with wonder and nostalgia. He then moves to Eva, embracing her warmly.
Once everyone else has left the room, I close the door and lean against it, craving a few stolen moments alone with my wife. “Mom knows.”
Eva looks down at her stomach, her hand coming to rest tenderly upon it. “It’s okay. I think we should announce it after the wedding. Let everyone share in our joy.” She steps closer, her body fitting perfectly against mine. “I’m so happy, Cole. Happy to be carrying our baby.”
Her words, filled with such pure joy and love, resonate deep within me. When she first told me about the pregnancy, I was overcome with emotion, tears of happiness freely flowing. The thought of our growing family, of this new life we’re creating together, is both exhilarating and humbling.
We reaffirm our love with a kiss, a connection that speaks of shared dreams and a future filled with endless possibilities. In a quiet voice, I ask, “Do you ever regret giving me another chance?”
She looks up at me, her eyes brimming with certainty and love. “Not in this lifetime. Not ever.”
With one last kiss, I reluctantly pull away and head to the front row to watch her perform. As the concert begins, Eva’s music fills the hall, each note a testament to her talent, her resilience, and her passion. Her music transports me, carrying me on a wave of emotion that’s both profound and exhilarating.
Sitting there, watching her on stage, I’m overwhelmed with a sense of pride and awe. The woman who challenged and changed me, who stood by me through the best and worst of times, and who now carries our future within her.
As the final notes linger in the air, the audience erupts into applause. I join in, clapping louder than anyone. My heart isn’t just swelling; it’s soaring, filled with a love so profound it’s as if every hardship we’ve faced has led to this crescendo of joy. Eva Westbrook, my wife, has once again captivated a crowd, this time not just with her music but with the love and life we’ve built together. Our journey, marked by its ups and downs, has led us here to this moment of triumph and joy.
As she takes her final bow, I realize that this isn’t the end of a concert. It’s the beginning of a new chapter, one filled with love, music, and the sweet anticipation of the life we’re about to welcome into the world. My wife, my love, my savior—together, we’re ready for whatever melody life plays next.