The drive home was silent.
Not the heavy silence of fear or anger — the full silence of wonder. Emma sat in the passenger seat, her hand on her stomach, staring out the window at the city lights. Nick drove with one hand on the wheel, the other resting on her knee. Neither of them spoke. There were no words for what they were feeling.
A baby.
Their baby.
The girl from the basement and the boy who held her hand were going to be parents.
Nick pulled into the garage. He turned off the engine. They sat in the darkness for a long moment.
"Emma," Nick said.
She looked at him. The scar on his jaw. The tears in his eyes.
"We're having a baby," he said.
"We're having a baby."
"I'm going to be a father."
"You're going to be a father."
Nick laughed — a wet, shaky laugh. "I don't know how
