Dylan has been beside me for the past three days. He is hovering. I think I have heard him apologize no less than a hundred times. Although I tell him I feel much better, he refuses to let me do anything. Sure, I still puke my brains out every morning, but I feel fine once all that nasty business is out of the way.

Through contacts that only a man of Dylan's means would have, he has had a prescription delivered that is supposed to control the nausea. According to the doctor Dylan has been consulting in LA, the morning sickness is intensified because I'm carrying twins. Lucky me.

I hear a knock on the door and don't bother saying come in or asking who it is. It's Dylan. It's always Dylan.

“Feel like getting some air?” he asks.

“Um, yeah, are you going to let me out of this damn bed to do it or just knock out the wall?” I ask with heavy sarcasm. I'm pretty sure he would prefer the latter, but I would be very happy if he would let me out of my prison.

He grins, unphased by snotty attitude, “Outside. The doctor says it is safe for you to be up and around.”

I can't help but laugh, “You think? I mean women have been doing this whole baby thing for a couple thousands years. I don't think they were confined to their beds the entire pregnancy.”

“Get dressed. I'll have everything ready to go,” he says, ignoring my snide comments.

I hesitate, but the idea of getting outside, even if it is with him, is too tempting. I dress in jeans, a t-shirt and throw on a wool sweater to fight off the chill. I pause at the top of the stairs, listening. I don't hear him on the phone. It is a little test I have been running the past couple of days. I want to know if he is reporting back on his progress of repairing his marriage.

So far, I haven't heard a peep. He has ignored his phone and I have only seen him on his laptop once. His attention has been on me, which I like, but it certainly doesn't erase what happened.

“I'm ready,” I say, taking a moment to drink in the sight of him. He is truly one of the most handsome men on the earth I've decided and it isn't only because I have his babies in my belly. He looks very casual in relaxed jeans, a long sleeve baseball-style shirt and that worn pair of Nikes he seems to favor.

He walks over, kisses me and takes my hand. I let him. No matter how badly he shattered my heart, I still love his touch.

“We'll go slow. You tell me if you start to feel sick,” he instructs me.

I chuckle, “Believe me, you'll know.”

He smiles, “I really wish there was a way I could take away the sickness part of this whole thing. I would gladly share it.”

“I know you would,” I say, meaning every word. He is an ass, but he is a true gentleman and I know he would never actually want me to suffer.

We walk through the meadow hand in hand. The air is cool with fall colors in full bloom all around us. It is a beautiful sight and I want to treasure every moment of it. We stop walking and Dylan pulls off the backpack he has been carrying. Pulling out a blanket and spreading it out, making sure it is nice and smooth.

“Sit,” he commands. I obey.

He plops down next to me and I know something is coming. I should have known he didn't bring me out here to look at orange leaves.

“Alexa,” he starts, reaching into his pocket and pulling out a small box. “I know I have said it before and I want to make sure you understand how sorry I am for deceiving you early on. It was a really shitty thing to do. But, you have to know I don't feel the same way I did then. Everything has changed.”

I sigh, wanting to believe him, but part of me isn't so sure it is me alone he is in love with. The babies I'm carrying are likely the real reason he wants me back.

“Don't sigh. I need you to understand this is the real deal. I want to start over,” he says, opening the box, revealing a small ring with two infinity symbols intertwined. The symbols are made with tiny, delicate diamonds.

He slides the ring onto the ring finger of my right hand and looks at me, waiting for a response. I truly don't know what to say to him. I do love him and that's what really sucks. I don't want to love him.

“Alexa, before you say this isn't real or something like that, it is real. It is the most real thing I have in my life. I didn't think I could fall in love or anything like that. Women don't love me for me. They love me for my money and what I can do for them, which has always made me hold back. When I saw you in that coffee shop, I instantly knew you were different.”

I shrug, “I did love you, Dylan and you didn't love me.”

“No. That isn't true. I didn't immediately love you—no, of course not. How could I? It was your sincere kindness, understanding and willingness to stick by me that made me see what real love is. When I came home and you were gone, I felt as if you had taken my heart and soul with you. I couldn't breathe,” he says, his breath hitching.

I know he is being honest. I can see the pain on his face and I am going with my gut. He is legit. He isn't running game. I can't help myself and reach my hand out to touch his face. He looks at me and I can see the sadness in his eyes. The past few days he has been hurting. That was never my intent. When I left, I had assumed it wouldn't bother him a bit. I know otherwise now.

I lean forward and kiss him, “Okay,” I say.

In an instant, the sweet kiss turns into one that is passionate and full of love. He wraps his arms around me, bringing me over him. My knees squeeze either side of his waist as his arms snake around me, pulling me tight against him.

When it is time to come up for air, he leans back, “Thank you. Thank you for giving me another chance. I swear to God I will never let you down or hurt you like that ever again.”

I give him a quick kiss on his nose, “I hope not, because if there ever is a next time, I will not run away. I will kick your ass.”

He laughs and squeezes me tighter, before quickly releasing me, “Oh crap! Sorry!”

I shake my head, “It's fine. The babies are tucked away nice and safe.”

I crawl off him and stretch out on the blanket next to him. We spend the next hour talking about our future and where we will raise our babies. We both decide his apartment isn't the right place. As soon as we get back, we will start house hunting. It is the first day of our brand-new lives together. I am thrilled by the promise of a bright future with my husband. My hand moves to my flat stomach and I can't help but picture two beautiful boys that look just like their daddy. I have no idea how I managed to get so lucky, but I promise to never take any of it for granted.