I swallowed. “How bad is it?” Maybe there was a way to somehow change whatever she saw.
Her face softened and a small smile played on her lips. “Well, that depends. How do you feel about kids?”
Kids?
I stared at her dumbly. Was she saying Frankie and I were going to have kids?
She nodded. “With green eyes just like his daddy.”
A boy. I was going to have a son.
A huge grin broke over my face. It hurt my cheeks because I was positive I had never smiled so big in my entire life. After everything—after the fighting, the killing, the heartache—I was finally going to get a chance to live.
And damn, living was so much better than death.
The End