Thank you all ! You're great !
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A YEAR LATER
That Storm had been invited to display some of her drawings in the prestigious gallery was an honor rarely awarded to a first year student.
A flute of champagne in hand, Myles watched his future wife mingle with patrons and benefactors alike. Her flushed cheeks and glowing expression weren’t caused by her inexistent makeup or the excitement of the night, though the latter might have added a darker shade of red, but resulted mostly from too much loving on his part.
“Myles.”
Myles diverted his attention from Storm and welcomed his friends. “Jack, Sue. Glad you could come.”
“We may not stay for very long,” Jack apologized. “Ariana isn’t feeling too good. She got her needle this morning.”
Myles peeked at the small bundle cradled in her father’s arms. The blond infant was nosily sucking her thumb, and fresh tears pearled on her eyeslashes. “She’s beautiful, just like her mother.”
Sue smiled shyly at the compliment. “Where’s Storm?” Her eyes widened in surprise as she spotted the young woman. “Myles Leland, when were you going to share the news?”
Myles followed Sue’s gaze and smiled. Chatting with an elderly gentleman that Myles didn’t recognize, Storm stood sideways to them. Her shimmering emerald dress hugged her alluring curves, including the little bump that seemed to have appeared overnight.
“To keep up with appearances, and not shock my mother, we’re trying to keep it a secret,” he admitted, not feeling the least guilty.
“And when is the wedding again?” Jack asked.
“Four weeks.”
Visibly amused, Jack arched a brow. “Good luck keeping that secret for another month.”
Myles smirked. “My mother wanted a memorable wedding for her oldest son.”
“I’m sure it wasn’t quite what she had in mind,” Sue chuckled. “Congratulations.”
“Thank you. Would you like a tour?” Myles offered his arm to Sue, and Jack followed a step behind.
It didn’t surprise Myles when they paused in front of the drawing depicting the cave.
“Is it for sale?”
“Sorry, Jack.” It hung in their bedroom, and an empty hook on the wall impatiently awaited its return.
“How about this one?” Sue asked, gazing in wonder at the purplish-blue frozen pond where little kids, with colorful scarves and mitts, skated.
“No—It also has an owner.” Not that the owner was aware of it just yet. Drawn in pastel and title “Innocence”, the scene was surrounded by a pink frame, making it the perfect gift for the upcoming christening of Ariana Hudson.
Thunder struck in the darkened sky and the lights flickered. Storm approached them. He snaked his arm around her waist. Beneath his open palm rested their son Carson, safe and sound in his mother’s womb.
“I love the skating ring.”
At Sue’s remark, Storm smiled knowingly. “Myles and I were driving through Vermont this winter when we stopped for lunch in a small town. From the window, we could see the pond.” Her hand came to rest over his. “Some of the little kids looked too young to walk, but they still skated.”
Rain thumped in the windows of the gallery, echoing the beating of his heart as Myles gazed with adoration and pride at the woman he loved.
She's my kind of rain
Oh, rain on me
She's my kind of rain~~~FIN~~~