Sebastian's sobs continued to pound against my knees, a dull, heavy sound that completely shattered everything I thought I knew about him. His left hand remained fixed on my stomach, transmitting a trembling warmth through the fabric of my sweater.
Seeing him like that, his shoulders slumped and stripped of any trace of the implacable demeanor he used to command in the New York offices, sent a strange echo through my own chest.
For a moment, the inertia of the years I'd spent secretly in love with him almost overwhelmed me. The impulse to run my fingers through his blond hair, to force him to lift his head and tell him the ordeal was over, nearly made me give in. Hearing him call our son "his miracle" was everything my mind had fantasized about during the darkest nights of my exile in Is
