All this time has passed, and she still doesn’t remember. Not sure if she even tries anymore after the therapists said they’ve done all they can do to help her.

Although she’s rebounded better than I ever expected. Seemingly unfazed by her kidnapping and the uncertainty of the missing details we never could piece together from those three days. Even reaching for me as soon as I brought her home from the hospital and tried to tuck her into bed.

She didn’t want sleep.

She wanted me.

I’ve never handled her so gently, prepared any second to stop if she changed her mind. But she never did. Guiding my cock to her ready pussy and holding me tighter than ever as I fucked her like she was made of glass. Although after what she’d been through, I know pure titanium flows through her petite body.

Only one unsettling incident that scared the fuck out of me. Neither of us sure why, but Trinity was fucking terrified of the blue water bottles our housekeeper loaded in the fridge. Trembling so hard I almost lost my fucking mind that she would miscarry. I held her for forty-five minutes trying to soothe both of us from her fear.

We’ll probably never know what really happened. What all Butcher did to her. Stupid motherfucker killed himself when my guys caught up with him. Well aware a bullet to his brain would be the most lenient punishment he would ever receive.

Maybe it’s for the best. She’s tough. She could handle the truth. She can handle fucking anything. But I don’t know if I could survive hearing the sickening details of what caused those fucking bruises.

After I failed her so fucking miserably. But she forgives me. Begs me to forgive myself. I can't. I won’t. I never will. But I’ll spend every day for the rest of my life making up to her the hell I allowed her to endure.

“Well, Mr. Deveraux, you were right. You’re having a boy.”

Trinity laughs and sobs at the same time from the technician’s confirmation. Her dainty hand squeezing mine, welcoming my kiss on her smiling lips. We both turn back to the screen. Mesmerized as the young woman points out the proof of his gender. Absolutely zero doubt my amazing wife carries my son in her beautiful belly. “I love you sunshine.”

“I love you too.”

Even better, she mouths infinity for only me to see. Once again proving she believes in me. In us.

I'm desperate to touch her. To stroke our sign on her delicate ivory skin. But I can't with the room full of people in here. None of them probably appreciating me caressing my wife's gorgeous tits in front of them. Already swollen and huge in anticipation of bearing my child.

"Although you’re awfully cocky when you’re right.”

“Well, a bet is a bet.”

But just like before, like always, we both win.

The doctor settles across from us as I help Trinity sit up, and she slides down her shirt. His smile is relaxed and confident.

“I've looked through all the images, and he measures exactly where he should be. His physical development is well within the normal range." His gaze moves to my wife. Well aware the worry and needless guilt she carries along with my baby. "Now, with your circumstances Trinity there could be the increased chance of neurological or developmental challenges since we don't know the long term effects of the device. But, that possibility exists with any pregnancy. I just don’t see any reason not to be optimistic and take what comes, if it even comes at all.”

Never any question, I love this boy already because he's from her. Because we created him in love, and we’ll do everything he needs regardless of what it is. I will fucking end anyone who doubts me. Or tries to stop me.

“Thank you Dr. Morrison.”

"You're welcome." He leans forward to shake her hand and then mine. "If anything comes up, let us know. Otherwise, we'll see you again in four weeks."

Once he, the nurse, and the ultrasound tech depart, Trinity squeezes our entwined fingers. "Are you scared?"

Really telling me that she still is. That she wants me to be okay with all of this. Nothing I won't do to prove I am. "Nope, because he has parents, grandparents, and an aunt, uncle, and cousin who love him already. That won't change once he's here or as he grows up."

Rarely am I a fucking genius. Thinking more often with my temper and my dick than my head. But this time, with her, I know exactly what to say. This family, hers as much as mine, is solid. Complete. Forever. And with her arms wrapping tight around me, I know she believes me too.