Chapter 162: A Storm of Comfort
"I’m happy," she whispered softly, her fingers tracing small circles on his shirt.
"I’m happy too, Florence," he replied, his hand resting on her stomach, feeling the tiny movements of their unborn child beneath his touch.
"I—there’s something I need to tell you," she added, her voice soft and somewhat hesitant.
Lucas looked down at her, his lips curving into a loving smile. "What is it, my dear?"
"I’m... pregnant," she said, her words a little shaky as she met his eyes.
For a moment, Lucas didn’t say anything, his heart seeming to freeze before it exploded in joy.
His lips parted, his eyes wide with disbelief, and then a radiant smile spread across his face.
"I—I’m going to be a father?" he asked, his voice barely above a whisper, as if afraid it was a dream.
She nodded, tears gathering in the corners of her eyes. "Yes, Lucas. We’re going to have a child."
Overcome with emotion, he leaned down to kiss her forehead, his hand gently caressing her swollen belly. "I love you," he murmured, his voice thick with tenderness.
"This is the best news I could ever receive. I can’t wait to share this life with you and our child."