Summer sunshine spilled into the church, gilding Aaron’s hair in gold. Zoe’s gaze moved from her husband—they’d been married a year ago—to the other couples in the room. Luke and Aurelie stood next to Aaron, their fingers laced. They hadn’t yet started a family, but Zoe knew they were thinking about it. Love brimmed over in both of their eyes, and as Aaron handed Camilla to the minister she saw them exchange a small, secret smile.
She turned to look at Millie and Chase, who also stood together, Millie’s hand resting protectively on the small swell of her baby bump. Zoe knew it had taken a long time for Millie to risk trying again, and she was so happy her sister and Chase were expecting a cousin for Camilla—this time a boy.
She let her gaze rest once more on her husband, the man she loved more than anyone, the man who had both changed himself and changed her. He must have felt her gaze on him, for he lifted his head and smiled. She knew he was thinking what a miracle this was, to have them all together, united, happy. And Camilla was a miracle; it had taken four attempts at IVF before Zoe had fallen pregnant but the heartache and frustrated hope had finally turned to joy.
Stepping forward to take her husband’s hand, Zoe knew she had everything she’d ever wanted.