Her face was widened into a bright smile, impossibly bright given her history. The last several months, the last year, had been complicated. Oh, she'd married the man she loved, but not without trials getting there. It was chancy, them being together, every day. But they'd done so and they'd fought for it because somehow, somewhere in them both, they knew they belonged together. Yes, they'd faced hell trying to get to that point. They'd probably continue to face hell, possibly even in the most literal sense given where they were. But they were facing it hand in hand, and now with a family of their own to fight for. And she would. She'd fight like an angry bear for her little family, the incredible husband she loved so much and the child or children they might create.
She reached up, taking his face in her hands, gently running her thumbs over his cheeks. Those perfectly carved cheekbones that David had shared. Would her first child even look like him? It was so strange knowing that they'd seen the children they'd made and it might not ever be them. They could have a girl first, or a little blonde boy like him. There was just no way of knowing. And she didn't care. Because it would be a baby she'd made with him and he wanted it. All of her waiting and hoping was finally going to pay off.
"I love you, too," she said softly, pressing a firm kiss against his lips. "But you're really going to have to get better with girls crying. A daughter would walk all over you. Maybe that's the reason Lucy was so wild, you didn't have it in you to ever tell her no." Her voice was teasing, though, and her arms slid around his neck. "You've made me so happy, Freddie, you have no idea. We'll be good at this. Oh, we'll have rocky patches, of course we will, every family does. Or, at least, I hear every family does." Because the Vassys hadn't ever actually gotten the chance to be anything close to normal, and obviously the Trumpers hadn't either. "But we're going to raise an incredible family, I don't doubt that for a moment."
She kissed him again, then, long and firm, because dammit, he deserved it. Her wonderful, amazing, not perfect, never perfect, but always brilliant husband. The father of her children, as it should be. As it always should've been, and she'd known it even when he hadn't.