The beginning of our new conception.
Breathing shallowly, Estelle straightened out the page and read, “I crash landed to find him. I fell from the sky to know him. I died a mortal death to be worthy of him. I am reborn because of him.
“If rescue never comes, know I didn’t need it. If help never arrives, know I didn’t want it. If we die here together, be happy knowing this was our destiny.
“Don’t find us. Don’t mourn us. Don’t weep for us. Because we were the lucky ones, the chosen ones, the only ones for each other.”
Tears rained from her eyes as she looked up.
Our bodies melted together; our lips kissed softly. “I knew you loved me, Estelle. But that...knowing that even in your darkest moments, you were prepared to die beside me, that you wouldn’t have left me, that you’d chosen me over life, over safety, over everything. You couldn’t have given me a more priceless gift.”
“But don’t you see, I didn’t give you that.” Her lips curved into the sweetest, sexiest smile. “You did. The day you gave me Coco; the day you gave me Finnek. The day you gave me your heart, G, you made my fate shift, and all of this—our island, our home, our very existence could vanish and I would still be the happiest woman in the world because I’d have you.”
I couldn’t do it anymore.
The guests would have to wait.
Dinner would have to wait.
Our children would have to wait.
Taking her hand, I guided her to our bedroom and locked the door. “You have me, Estelle. You have me for as long as you want me.”
Pushing the sundress straps from her shoulders, she let it pool to the floor, standing in the middle of our elegantly simple bedroom with its seashell chandelier and white bed. “Forever?”
Unbuckling my shorts, my heart switched owners, giving every remaining beat to her. “Forever.
“More than forever.
“For eternity.”