"I still can't believe it," Lyra whispered, her voice thick with emotion as she stared down at the pregnancy test she couldn't seem to let go of. "After all this time thinking it was impossible..."
We sat in the small medical room, just the two of us now. Kaelen had tactfully suggested giving the couple some privacy, pulling me out with a gentle squeeze to my shoulder. I'd lingered just long enough to see Ronan cradle Lyra's face in his hands, tears streaming down both their cheeks.
Now Ronan knelt before her, his large hands gently cradling hers. The fierce warrior was gone, replaced by a man overcome with wonder. His thumbs traced slow circles on her wrists as if she were made of the most delicate glass.
"A miracle," he murmured, his voice still carrying disbelief. "Our miracle."
Lyra's shoulders trembled as fresh tears welled in her eyes. "I've been such a fool, Ronan. All this time, pushing you away because I thought—"
