Broken Hearts (Light in the Dark 5)

The woman shakes her head and types rapidly into her computer. She rattles off some dates and times and Nova picks one. She slides a card to me with the time and I take it, sticking it in my pocket.

I push open the door to the waiting room and we get a couple of curious glances.

“Don’t mind us. There’s nothing to see here.”

Someone laughs, but I don’t stop to see who.

I carry her all the way out to my truck before I finally set her down.

Her cheeks are flushed, her hair mused, and she’s the most beautiful thing I’ve ever laid my eyes on.

“What are you staring at?” she asks.

“My heart.”

As cheesy as it sounds, it’s true. Nova is my heart, existing outside my chest. Without her by my side, I feel like I can’t live. She’s a part of me, my better half.

She stands on her tiptoes and kisses me. When she lowers she asks, “Are you ready?”

“For what?” I ask.

She smiles. “For everything.”

I grin at her, my vision of our future flashing before my eyes, and I nod.

It’s going to be a wild ride, but what’s life without some craziness.

Nova

I don’t feel as nervous to tell everyone this time around.

I don’t know if it’s because we’ve already been down this road, or the fact I really don’t care what they might say.

I’m happy, and that’s all that matters.

When the doctor said it was twins there was the moment of complete shock before my body was flooded with this feeling of contentment, like I knew on some instinctual level this was right for us. Like someone, somewhere, is bestowing us a gift to make up for what we’ve lost.

We’re meeting everyone for dinner at Xander and Thea’s house, since they don’t want to go out with the new baby, but Jace and I will be bringing the food so they don’t have to worry about it. The last thing they need to be worrying about is making food for all of us. Their focus needs to be on Xoey.

I look through my clothes, searching for something to wear. There’s no point in being dressed up—Thea already declared she was going to be makeup-less and in comfortable clothes—so I opt to wear a pair of shorts with one of my many silly quote shirts.

This one says I wish I was a unicorn so I could stab idiots with my head.

Sasha meows from the bed and I turn to her with a laugh. “Hey cutie.” I scratch her behind the ear; she leans into my touch, purring like a freight train.

The shower cuts off and a moment later Jace steps out with only a towel wrapped around his waist. Droplets of water cling to his chest and his muscles flex as he scrubs at his hair to dry it.

I get to love that man for the rest of my life.

Lucky me.

“Like what you see?” he asks with a smirk.

“Eh, you’re all right,” I joke.

He stalks toward me slowly and when he reaches me he wipes my lip.

“That’s why you’re drooling, huh?”