A sob burst from her throat as tears erupted down her face. I rushed to sit down beside her, pulling her against me. “It’s okay, baby. It’s okay.”
“What’s wrong?” Birdie demanded. “What did it say?”
“Nothing.” Gypsy waved her hand in the air. “There’s nothing wrong. It’s just that… everything is so right. Everything is right now. He’s in remission, and we have Lux, and…” The rest came out as gibberish as I held her, and I began to doubt that I should have said anything at all, but eventually, her tears turned to laughter. “I think I’m still a little hormonal.”
“I think you’re probably right.” I chuckled. “But it’s good news, right?”
“It’s the best news in the entire world,” she assured me. “I think it’s safe to say that this is the best day of my life.”
I kissed her, whispering my promise against her lips.
“It’s just the beginning, pet.”
The End.