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“I think someone's enjoying all that food I ate,” Donna corrects.

“I see this baby has the same priorities as its mother,” I say.

Donna grins. “It's a good thing you're obsessed with feeding people.”

“A match made in heaven?” I suggest.

She tips her head back against my shoulder and laughs. “Not quite.”

“Maybe not,” I say, grinning. “But I still think I got pretty damn lucky.”

“And don’t you forget it,” she quips.

But before I can get out another response, the baby moves again beneath my hand, making me emotional again.

For a moment, neither of us says anything.

Inside, our family is still celebrating, but right now, I am content to stay right here with my wife and child in my arms.

“I love you, Donatella.”

She turns her head to look up at me. “I love you too,” she says softly.

I lean down and kiss her.

The years ahead look nothing like the ones I once imagined.

They look better.

This is my life now.

And I cannot wait to live it.

THE END