‘I’m not so sure about wonderful. But after today I know I would like the opportunity to try.’
Dara looked up into her husband’s eyes and saw the emotion there. ‘Are you saying that you want us to start a family together?’
‘We’ve been a family from the moment you agreed to spend the rest of your life as my wife. I want to take this next step with you—to start a new adventure.’
Dara closed her eyes, letting the air finally whoosh into her lungs. The fear of even daring to want this had stopped her from acknowledging her true feelings about Luca. Hearing Leo say these things... Hearing him shine a proverbial light on her deepest yearnings...
She looked up at her husband once more and saw that he was watching her quietly.
‘I want to be Luca’s mother.’
The words came out rushed and tumbled over each other on their way. But once she had said them out loud it was as though she truly understood herself for the first time. Her hands started to shake—a quake that continued up her arms and down into her abdomen.
Leo put his arms around her but she gently removed them, needing to pace for a moment with this newfound sense of terror coursing through her. It was one thing to be afraid of wanting something that she knew could never happen. But to admit that she wanted it...? To open herself to rejection and heartbreak...?
To Leo this was a new feeling—the idea of becoming a parent. But for Dara this was a sensation that had haunted her for years, a thought that had consumed her at times. She had fought back against the feelings of hopelessness by cutting the thought out of her life altogether and deciding that she no longer wanted to become a mother.
Now she knew the truth. She had never stopped wanting it. She had just been waiting for this moment.
‘I can’t believe this is happening...’ Dara breathed, her thoughts swimming with the enormity of what they were discussing.
‘It’s only happening if you want it to.’ Leo stood in front of her. ‘I meant what I said on that beach three years ago. You will always be enough for me, Dara. You are more than I deserve.’
Dara felt the fear melt away as Leo’s arms enveloped her, and all her worries seemed smaller all of a sudden. She breathed in the familiar scent of his aftershave and told herself that she needed to commit this perfect moment to memory.
‘I want to start a family with you.’ She pulled back to look into her husband’s eyes. ‘I want us to become Luca’s parents. If he’ll have us, that is.’
‘Hearing him speak about you today, I have no doubt that he thinks just as much of you as you do of him,’ Leo assured her.
‘I hope so.’ Dara bit her lip. ‘Leo, once we take this step there is no going back. There will be no more impromptu trips to Paris—no more yachting for weeks along the Riviera. We’ll have to consider school term times. It won’t be just you and I.’
‘I’m quite aware that children are a lot of responsibility.’
‘I just want to make sure that you’re certain this is what you want. That we aren’t going into this with our eyes closed.’
‘Dara, stop worrying and let yourself enjoy this. I have complete faith that you will plan every little detail perfectly. Just leave all the fun stuff to me.’ He laughed.
Dara smiled. He was right—she was a ball of nerves. She took a deep breath, feeling a sense of excited anticipation hum through her veins.
‘I will start proceedings in the morning.’ Leo smiled. ‘We can go to the orphanage ourselves.’
‘I can hardly believe that this is happening.’ Dara shook her head. ‘Never in my wildest dreams...’
Leo pressed his lips tenderly to hers, his hands spanning her waist and pulling her to him in a tight embrace. ‘I was afraid to share you with anyone else, but now I find myself wanting to show you off to the world. You amaze me with all you’ve overcome.’
‘You’re the one who helped me to overcome it.’
Their kiss turned from soft to heated, and the wind whipped around them as the sun dipped slowly towards the sea.
* * *
The next morning Dara arrived at the orphanage bright and early, with her husband by her side. They entered the common room just as the children had finished breakfast. No sooner had they stepped into the room than a tiny head of jet-black curls came barrelling towards them.
‘Do you know the yo-yo man?’
Luca’s eyes widened as he looked from Dara to Leo. Dara imagined her husband must look like a giant from the small boy’s height, and yet he wasn’t frightened.