\u2026John, is it really you? It\u2019s me\u2014Daniela.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
I froze. She looked emotional\u2014on the verge of tears\u2014and completely unaware of my presence. My husband took a step back, visibly shaken. I grabbed his arm instinctively.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
He finally stammered, \u201cDaniela? What\u2026 what are you doing here?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
She looked up at him with a trembling smile. \u201cI\u2019ve been looking for you for years. After what happened\u2026 I never stopped.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
At that moment, my heart dropped. I looked at John, who avoided my eyes.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
He finally sighed. \u201cThis is my wife\u2026 Maria. Daniela and I\u2026 we used to be engaged. Over a decade ago. I thought she had left the country after her father\u2014\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cI didn\u2019t leave,\u201d Daniela interrupted. \u201cI was forced to. My father found out everything and took me away to Italy. I wrote you letters, John. Hundreds. You never answered.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
My head was spinning. I was expecting to tell my husband we were going to have a child. Now I stood next to him, watching a piece of his past unfold like a drama I wasn\u2019t prepared for.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Daniela finally stood up, brushing the sand from her knees, her voice now steadier. \u201cI just needed to see you once. To know you were okay. That you\u2019re happy.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
John reached for my hand and pulled me closer. \u201cI am happy,\u201d he said quietly, \u201cthis is my family now.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Daniela nodded, smiled softly with tears in her eyes, and whispered, \u201cThen I can finally let go.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
As she walked away into the sunset, I finally turned to John. He looked devastated and relieved at once.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cI was going to tell you something,\u201d I said, placing a hand on my belly.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
His eyes widened. \u201cYou\u2019re\u2026?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
I nodded. \u201cYes. We\u2019re having a baby.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
He pulled me into his arms, and we stood there, waves crashing at our feet\u2014past and future colliding in a moment we\u2019d never forget.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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