Alicia nodded slowly, her gaze still distant and her mind roughly elen years in the past. So often she had looked back and only remembered the loss and pain, the loneliness and fear of the future, but now all she could see was the expectant joy and the amazing feeling of creating life, of how happy feeling any kind of movement inside her had made her feel. Right now, the months she had been confined to her bed had been a necessity as opposed to the pure torture she had seen it as back then. The swollen ankles a smirk-worthy side effect and the constant nausea nothing but a tiny price. “Now I’m thinking about babies,” she agreed, her gaze once again returning to settle on Adrian’s amazingly blue eyes. How hadn’t she realized that until he had pointed it out to her?
“It wasn’t that difficult,” she heard herself murmur, then smiled at him. Did he want children? They had never talked about it. He had become like a father to the twins, but he had known about them from the first time they met. Again, she nodded. “Yes,” she said quietly and looked up at him, hoping that this wouldn’t chase him away. “With you.” And her mind’s eye provided her with the picture of a little boy, with dark hair and blue eyes that looked up at her and called her Mum.