She Refused to Love Her Husband
Amelia wore a warm, dark red wool shawl wrapped tightly around her shoulders, leaning back against Alexander’s solid chest.
Alexander held her securely in his arms, his chin resting against her hair, his hands clasped gently over her rounded belly.
"How are you feeling, my love?" Alexander asked softly, his deep voice vibrating gently against her back.
"I feel... complete," Amelia whispered, turning her head slightly to look up into his striking blue-gray eyes. "For so long, I felt like I was running a race with no finish line, fighting off shadows, trying to protect my father's memory. But today... the fight is finally over."