Luna had reached her first trimester of pregnancy without complications, following Dr. William’s instructions precisely. With the exception of her trips to the hospital for routine checkups and some short walks around the area where their house was located, Luna hadn’t left ‘Black Star’ at all.
To undermine the risk of Luna suffering stress, the only people allowed to be in the house were Steve, Mike, Renee and Valentino. Any other person that had been hired by the Studio to help Vin, such as personal trainers, assistants, drivers and extra security personnel disappeared from Luna’s view. Even Roman had been moved for a few weeks to a dog care centre.
The first two weeks after she was discharged from the hospital, Luna had spent most of her time sleeping, writing, reading and enjoying Vin’s company. Vin hadn’t left her side at all, using the time that Luna was busy with her things to watch the scenes that Niko had been shooting during his absence.
It was while watching Sheila’s scenes that Vin confirmed what he already knew. They had all fucked up big time in getting Sheila to play the role of ‘Leah’. The young actress might be considered a teenage idol but she had no clue about acting.
From one take to the next, Sheila changed her accent, forgetting that ‘Leah’ was a girl from the South of the country. Most of the time, she hadn’t used the mannerisms that were part of ‘Leah’s’ personality and that Luna had enclosed in the script while creating the character to make ‘Leah’ more believable and real.
Vin had thought about showing them to Luna but then thought better and decided that would only made Luna get pissed off, something Vin couldn’t afford at all. He didn’t feel like running the risk of having Luna going through a tantrum because they had destroyed her script in searching for a moneymaker and not an interesting movie anymore.
Since they had started to work things out, Vin and Luna were enjoying a stability that they never had before. Vin didn’t want to take a step back, not even to take a run up.
Taking into account that Luna’s pregnancy was considered of high risk, her gynecologist had recommended that they avoid having full intercourse, at least until Luna was past the first 12 weeks of gestation. So Vin and Luna had become masters of playing and fooling around, doing their best to enjoy sex without actually having sex.
The immediate consequence was that they had found incredibly pleasurable acts that so far they hadn’t dedicated enough time to before. Such as soaking in their huge bathtub, caressing each other or exploring the unlimited joy of giving and receiving a massage without using it as foreplay just to have sex, but as a goal on its own.
All the intimacy that they had shared since they were both back in ‘Black Star’ had turned their lives almost idyllically perfect. Their bond had been re-established and they felt closer than ever before.
Nevertheless, they both had a sort of a pact of silence without actually reaching such an agreement. They had never talked about the baby, not even once. They hadn’t talked about names or about getting the baby’s room ready. And not just when Renee and Val were around but also when they both were alone.
It was as if they were afraid of bringing bad luck by mentioning the baby, as if they were somehow, and in an odd way, scared of causing a miscarriage just by discussing something, anything concerning their baby. At least until Luna was in her fourth month of pregnancy and they released the news to the media.
Of course Vin had phoned his parents as soon as Luna reached the first trimester and, anticipating the reaction of Luna’s parents, Vin had phoned them personally. Their answers hadn’t really surprised Vin in the least.
He couldn’t care less what his ‘in laws’ thought about Luna, himself or their lifestyle. In fact, Vin didn’t give a flying fuck at all. He hadn’t been in a hurry to meet them in person before and, after talking with them by phone, he was even less inclined to change that fact anytime soon. Actually, it might be considered rude to not invite them to come and visit, but Vin didn’t feel obliged to be polite with people that had been treating Luna as if she was worthless shit.
All in all, Vin didn’t want Luna being upset, period. So he had sugar-coated her parents’ words. Still, Luna had cried for the first time in weeks, causing Vin to get pissed off like never before in years.
Delora and Irving had flown to LA the next day after hearing the wonderful news to be with their daughter. They had suspected that Luna needed them there, at least for a couple of days. They had been dead right. Delora and Irving had stayed the whole weekend with Vin and Luna, having a great time together.
If Delora hadn’t have been seen it with her own eyes, she wouldn’t have believed the changes she found in her son. Vin didn’t look like himself.
He was constantly thinking about Luna’s well-being, making sure that she didn’t need anything at all, anticipating her every single wish and more. Not a single trace of selfishness, not one single word out of place. Their connection was unbelievable; their bond stronger than before, unbreakable.
Delora hadn’t been sure if she had been dreaming. For the first time, every single one of Luna’s smiles reached her eyes and she looked happier than ever. Luna was exultant, glowing from inside out and her pregnancy wasn’t the only thing responsible. Delora wished with everything in her that Vin had finally started to mature.
After that weekend, Vin’s parents had gone back to NY, with the firm promise of being kept updated in whatever news may appear.
Meanwhile, Renee and Valentino were going through their private and personal odyssey to have a baby. The fact that Vin and Luna didn’t speak about their own baby had helped the couple to endure their difficult situation.
Vin’s and Luna’s sex life had bloomed like flowers in Spring, unlike Renee’s and Valentino’s, that had turned tedious and almost boring. To make love as an expression of your deepest feelings for your beloved was one thing; to make love as a chore was a whole different matter.
The passion was still there, latent, but almost as if it was drowsy, numb even. The spontaneity, the heat, the fire had vanished, being replaced by an obligation that ended up causing both of them to not feel in the mood at all, especially after their last attempt to get Renee pregnant had failed.
Renee and Val felt as if they both had been cursed. Every time they went out of their house, they ran into pregnant women, everywhere they went there were women waiting to be mothers. It seemed as if every single woman they crossed paths with was experiencing the miracle of bringing a new life.
Women of every single colour, shape, age and class were pregnant; actresses, hairstylists, waitresses, cops, doctors, all pregnant in different months of gestation. Little bumps and huge rounded bellies were all over, reminding them that they couldn’t have what they were already enjoying. And that was not all.
Newborns seemed to be showing up from nowhere and Renee swore there weren’t so many shops specialized in mothers to be and babies in LA a few months ago. Even the commercials on TV as well as every single magazine were selling products for pregnancy. It was a living hell to get up in the morning, going outside to run chores for Vin or themselves.
One afternoon, one of Val’s brothers had phoned him to tell him that his wife was going to have their third son. It had been the last drop and Renee had started crying and yelling like a woman possessed, throwing half of their exclusive dinner service flying across the kitchen, along with everything that she found at her hands reach.
She hated her life and hated Val and hated everybody, including herself. And Renee had asked Val for a divorce.
It had been right at that very second when Val had had enough shit and he had grabbed Renee and had fucked her senseless on the kitchen counter, not giving a damn about ovulation, vaginal temperatures or positions.
The Dominican had given free reign to his frustration and Renee had ended up screaming so loud that their neighbours had called the cops, fearing that Val had killed Renee. It had taken more than half an hour of embarrassing explanations until the cops decided to leave them to deal with their business.
As soon as they had found themselves alone again, Val and Renee had started laughing and, disconnecting the phone and their cell phones, they had stayed locked within their house, fucking like rabbits in heat for the whole weekend. They had decided to stop trying desperately to have a baby, relaxing a bit. They were not going to use any contraceptive method at all, trusting Fate to do its part, but in the meantime, they will enjoy themselves without thinking about Renee getting pregnant, at least for a while.
Partially oblivious to Vin’s and Luna’s whereabouts, the world had keep rolling and the shooting crew of ‘SETH’ had moved to LA to finish the shooting of the movie, just as it had been planned in advance. No delays worthy of mention had taken place.
The Studio had decided to keep the shooting schedule a top secret, not allowing the specialized press to come visit the set. The date of release was unknown as well as anything regarding or linked in any way with the project.
This decision, far from causing damage, had only increased the general interest regarding Vin Diesel’s upcoming movie. To help arouse expectations, a teaser trailer had made its way to the One Race Films website, showing selected images of the locations in Alabama while Vin’s voice dropped teasing hints about the plot, ending with the title, ‘SETH’, written in capital letters.
However, Vin’s unexpectedly prolonged absence from the shooting had caused countless rumors to spread around the set, some of them malicious. Such as Vin having problems with drugs or that Luna had been admitted to Cedars-Sinai because she was once more suffering eating disorders. Of course those were the rumors that made its way off set and to the Internet.
Marcela played the matter down, saying that Luna had been admitted to Cedars-Sinai for a routine checkup, adding that Vin was shooting. Period.
The fact that she had no damn clue about what was going on and that Allison hadn’t added anything at all was pissing off Marcela beyond reason. Her guts were screaming to her that something was being cooked, but she didn’t know what.
‘Black Star’, Vin’s and Luna’s house. LA
“Marcela is not going to like it, Luna. Not one bit.” Vin frowned a little, silently reading the press release that Luna had written.
“Like I give a fuck,” she shrugged her shoulders. “It’s our baby and we will tell the world using the way we consider most appropriate.”
“The websites of my fans?” Vin knit a brow, meeting Luna’s gaze.
“Yep. It’s about damned time you make a nice gesture to your fans, and what better way than to send them the press release in the first place?” Luna replied, grinning from ear to ear. “Besides, I’m sending Marcela a copy too, so she can answer the media’s questions,” she added, batting her lashes innocently but her eyes were sparkling mischievously. “Tomorrow.”
Vin shook his head, rolling his eyes. “Ok, baby, you’re the boss here.” He grinned, kissing her lips.
“Damn right, I am.” Luna replied, giggling. “Okay, now read it aloud for me.” She took Vin’s hand in her and squeezed lightly. Vin grinned and then cleared his throat.
“Vin Diesel and his wife Luna are pleased to announce their first pregnancy, and are honoured to release this information to Vin Diesel’s fans, before the media. Their first child is expected to arrive in June. Please send all well wishes to One Race Films.” Vin paused, looking at Luna. “Short and straight to the point. I like it.”
“Yep, and your fans are going to love you even more for this, I tell you.” Luna grinned, already thinking about the reaction of Vin’s fans as soon as they received the press release.
“So, we are pregnant, eh?” Vin teased Luna and she laughed softly.
Vin chuckled and kissed Luna again. He really liked that. To think about Luna’s pregnancy as something he would be taking part in every step, sharing with Luna the unique experience and not just as a mere witness.
Her cell phone rang and Vin groaned, reluctantly releasing her lips so she could answer it. Luna giggled and picked it up.
“Luna, this is Joe.”
“Hi, how are you, honey?” Luna smiled, catching Vin’s attention. “Joe.” She mouthed and Vin nodded.
“Missing ‘Handsome’ a lot, baby.” Joe teased her, causing Luna to laugh softly. “But I’m missing you too…a little.” He paused and both giggled at once, then Joe continued. “When are both of you joining us again?”
Luna smiled to herself. “Soon, actually, pretty soon. We’ll be there on Monday.”
“Cool!” Joe laughed. He couldn’t wait to see her. Joe had a lot of gossip to share with Luna.
“Did you get my email?” Luna asked, looking at Vin.
“Yeah! And that’s why I called you.” Joe went serious. “You sure you’re okay with it?” His voice sounded tinted with concern.
“Oh, yeah, we are very okay.” Luna answered, smiling to herself.
“We?” Joe arched his brows.
“Yep. Vin and I think it’s the best way to make everybody happy.” Luna grinned, winking at Vin who mimicked her. “Do you have any problem with it?” She asked, wanting to be sure all of them were on the same page.
“Me? Hell no! I hate that little bitch with every fiber of my beautiful body. I keep praying for her to suffocate herself one night with that big stuffed bear she sleeps with.” Joe rolled his eyes and Luna laughed out loud. She loved Joe’s sense of humour. “Now how are you going to compensate me for this because I need some compensation, you know?”
Luna grinned wickedly and Vin narrowed his eyes in suspicion. He knew she was up to something but he didn’t know what.
“What would you say if I showed you the infamous shower pic with the bottom part left in?” Luna replied nonchalantly, causing Joe to gasp aloud.
Vin’s eyes widened completely. “What?!” He mouthed, shocked.
“Oh, Luna, would you do that?” Joe asked breathlessly as he pressed his hand against his chest.
“Yup, but you know how this works, Joe. I can’t give you a copy or anything.” Luna replied seriously, holding Vin’s gaze.
He narrowed his eyes but thought Joe was a decent man after all. Even if they decided to give him a printed copy, Joe wouldn’t sell it to anyone. And it wasn’t as if Vin had to be ashamed of what he was packing.
Joe laughed nervously. “I don’t need it, Luna. I have a photographic memory.” He answered, smiling like a goof.
Chapter 56 (Part II)
Hopkins Studios. Shooting set of ‘SETH’. LA (Two days later)
Marcela got out of her car, slamming the door closed. She wasn’t mad; she was furious. Not even 6 hours had passed after Vin and Luna sent the press release to the main websites of Vin’s fans through One Race Films and her cell phone collapsed with phone calls from every single press agency and magazine all over the country, wanting to confirm the news.
The fact that Vin and Luna had used such an extraordinary way to release the news of their pregnancy may not only be interpreted as an unofficial acknowledgment of Vin’s fan’s websites, as a legitimate means to spread official news linked with the actor, almost leveling them out with any press agency. It also left Marcela in a really weak position in front of the media that, of course, wondered if Vin Diesel’s relationship with his agent was still as fluid as it had been in the past. Something that Luna had already anticipated taking place.
Marcela’s heels clicked furiously on the paved floor as she headed towards Luna who was reading a magazine with a picture of Vin and herself on the cover and a huge headline that screamed ‘BABY DIESEL AHOY!!’
“It’s not nice what you did, Luna.” Marcela muttered through clenched teeth, taking a seat at Luna’s side. In response Luna snorted.
“Morning, Marcela.” She replied nonchalantly as she kept reading the article. “I received your ‘present’. Too bad that Vin threw it in the garbage. I’m allergic to Aloe Vera,” she added, without looking at Marcela at all.
“You’re not gonna win, Luna.” Marcela whispered menacingly.
“Says who?” Luna replied coldly, glancing around to make sure nobody was paying attention to them. “Give me some credit, Marcela. I’m just warming up, dear.” Luna added as slowly she lifted her head to meet Marcela’s angered gaze.
Her cold tone of voice and her calmness caused Marcela to curse under her breath. This Luna didn’t have anything to do with the one that came to her office a few months ago.
“You’re playing with fire, girl.” Marcela whispered coldly. “Be careful or you will end up burning yourself.” She threatened Luna.
Once again Luna snorted as she closed the magazine, showing Marcela the cover. “You see this, Marcela?” Luna asked, pointing at Vin’s face. “I was the one putting that smile on his face.”
Luna had selected the picture herself to be sent to every single magazine. It showed both of them, posing in the garden of ‘Black Star’, smiling happily. Vin’s left hand was interlaced with Luna’s, both resting upon her belly. Their wedding rings sparkled like stars and their gazes reflected their love for each other as clear as a sunny day. Anyone looking at that picture wouldn’t have any doubt; Vin looked as if he was in heaven.
Marcela tightened her jaw. “A kid is not going to solve your problems,” she seethed, staring at Vin’s face.
Luna felt her heart beating faster and took a slow deep breath. She was not nearly done with Marcela. It was payback time and Luna was determined to strike a blow that not even Marcela was able to dodge.
“Is that the reason why Richard left you, Marcela?” Luna tilted her head to one side, as if she was thinking hard. “I wonder if he thought you weren’t woman enough to give him an heir and that’s the reason why he sent you to hell.”
Marcela clamped her jaw hard enough to hurt and, swallowing the impulse to slap Luna across the face, she pulled out a cigarillo and a lighter.
“Don’t you dare light that shit up close to me, Marcela.” Luna glared at Vin’s agent. “It’s not healthy for our baby. Vin’s and mine.” She added and got to her feet as soon as she spotted Sheila entering the set.
“We’re not done, Luna.” Marcela narrowed her eyes, barely restraining her anger.
“I know it, dear.” Luna replied, smiling evilly and with that she headed towards Sheila, walking firmly. One down, one to go, Luna told herself, taking a deep breath, ignoring Marcela’s furious gaze and continued walking. Her heart was pounding within her chest but Luna had still one more blow to strike before she was done for the day. “Sheila!” Luna called her.
The young actress cursed and turned around, a huge fake smile gracing her lips. “Hi, Luna! What a wonderful surprise!”
Sheila did her best to hide the fact that watching Luna there was making her sick. The feeling was mutual but Luna managed to keep herself together.
“Yeah, I was dying to be back, but my husband didn’t want me to have any stress. You know how protective a man becomes when his woman is carrying his kid in her womb.” Luna caressed her belly causing Sheila’s gaze to slide down.
Luna grinned, noticing Sheila’s face flushing with disgust and anger.
“Congratulations,” Sheila whispered, forcing a smile on her face. Luna laughed inwardly. It was clear that Sheila’s secret talent wasn’t acting.
“Thank you! Oh, I almost forget.” Luna rolled her eyes. “Here, the sex scene.” She said, handing Sheila a folder.
The young girl gasped, blinking. “You wrote it?” she stared at Luna as if the scriptwriter had grown a second head.
Luna nodded ‘yes’. “Yeah, it’s just a scene, after all,” she answered as if it wasn’t a big deal.
Sheila opened the folder and started reading silently. Her eyes grew wide as she laughed softly.
“It’s a wonderful setting, Luna. I can’t wait to shoot it with Vin.” Sheila smiled in triumph, already enjoying in advance the time invested on rehearsing the new scene with Mr. Diesel in the flesh and bones.
Luna snorted. “Well, actually, you’re not gonna shoot that scene with Vin.” She replied as a devilish smile graced her lips. “Joe will be your partner.”
Sheila snapped her head up. “What?!” She glared at Luna. In response, Luna nodded ‘yes’.
“Why do you think Joe was hired in fist place, sweetheart?” Luna asked Sheila as her smile widened. “There are no action scenes in this movie. Didn’t you notice that?” Her voice sounded condescending, as if Luna was speaking with a five year old girl. “Mr. Vin Diesel has to memorize more than 200 pages full of dialogue. He has no time for that shit.”
Sheila blinked dumbly. “But I thought…”
“What? That your sick little plan was going to work?” Luna replied going serious in a heartbeat.
Sheila gasped, taking a step backwards and Luna moved forward, closing the distance between them, making sure that nobody heard her next words.
“There’s just one person I let fuck me and that’s my husband, Sheila, and only when I am in the mood.” Luna whispered coldly. “If you try to fuck me, I will tear your eyes out of your pretty face and then I’ll shove them up your tight perfect ass,” She added, making sure that Sheila knew she wasn’t kidding. “Think about that the next time you come searching for my husband to rehearse a scene.”
Luna stepped back, smiling friendly and turned around, padding to where Niko and Vin were chatting lively, leaving behind a very pissed off and furious Sheila.
Anyone observing them would have thought both women had shared a pleasant conversation. And it had been…at least for Luna.
Hopkins Agency. Marcela’s office. (Later that day)
“Shit! This can’t be happening!” Sheila stomped her foot, crossing her arms over her chest.
“Calm down, Sheila and take a seat.” Marcela rolled her eyes. She couldn’t believe this spoiled little brat was so dumb.
“How am I going to calm down, huh?” Sheila snapped back as she started pacing back and forth. “That fat cow is pregnant. Pregnant!!” Sheila yelled.
“Sit down and shut the fuck up, Sheila.” Marcela seethed, pulling out a cigarillo, lighting it up and taking a deep puff.
She had to admit that Luna was not stupid and that she really had style. With two brilliant moves, Vin’s wife had reversed their roles, showing that she wasn’t an enemy to take lightly. Marcela knew that she had made a mistake in underestimating Luna. Not anymore though. Next time she would be ready.
Marcela shot a cold gaze to Sheila and, reluctantly, she took a seat. Her face contorted with rage.
“Tell me she can’t do that. Tell me that Vin has to shoot that scene,” she muttered, staring at Marcela.
“I’m sorry to disappoint you but Vin’s contract is clear about that matter. We enclosed a clause saying that Vin will not appear on screen naked, only shirtless. And Vin insisted on having a stunt double shooting all the scenes that didn’t require a close up because he had tons of lines of dialogue to memorize.”
“What about in XXX? He had that scene with the stripper. Hell! He even dated her!”
Marcela snorted. “That was before Luna showed up,” she replied calmly as she kept smoking.
“Shit. I hate her. I wish she was dead!” Sheila retorted bitterly, punching the desk. “That’s it. We can find someone to do the job. It could be like an accident or something.”
In response Marcela knit a brow. Sheila was really a dumb slut with less brain than a fly.
“Don’t be stupid, Sheila,” she scolded the young actress, rolling her eyes in exasperation. “We only have to think about a new strategy to achieve our goal.”
“Like what?” Sheila fumed, sulking.
“Well, Vin is now playing the role of perfect husband, and proud father to be. He loves it because it’s something new, exciting, a challenge.” Marcela narrowed her eyes. “But deep down, he’s still Vin Diesel and sooner rather than later, he will find that he’s not made off to play such a responsible man.” Marcela paused and leaned back in her chair. “As soon as the shooting is over, Vin will have to do the promotion of ‘SETH’, going out almost every night. He will be invited to every single opening and party and he will have no other choice but to assist, since he needs everybody knowing about ‘SETH’.”
“And what does that shit mean?” Sheila narrowed her beautiful eyes.
Marcela chuckled coldly. “A pregnant woman needs rest and Luna has a high risk pregnancy. She won’t be able to go with him, mostly because she can’t allow people smoking around her, or running the risk of someone ‘accidentally’ bumping her belly.”
“And she will stay at home.” Sheila added, already seeing where Marcela was heading with her words.
“Exactly.” Marcela smiled to herself. “Because just like she said to you a man becomes really protective when his woman is carrying his kid in her womb.”
‘Black Star’ Vin’s and Luna’s house. LA. (Later that night)
Luna was lying on the bed, a set of pillows behind her back and several printed copies with drawings showing very erotic scenes spread all over the bed. She was trying to decide which ones would be the best to enclose within her book, ‘Secret Pleasures”.
It was supposed that Luna’s book was going to be printed in autumn so the tour introducing ‘Secret Pleasures’ would take place after Christmas. But Luna’s health problems and her sudden pregnancy had indefinitely delayed the release date of her first book.
Allison and Thomas had taken care of all the legal aspects of Luna’s contract with the publishing house and Santiago had offered Luna his support, saying there was no hurry. He wanted Luna in perfect shape, not only physically but emotionally.
Nevertheless, Santiago Escudero had sent the drawings to Luna and she was having a hard time because all of them were absolutely wonderful little pieces of erotic art.
Roman was peacefully lying at the feet of the bed, chewing on his favorite toy. A replica of Riddick.
Luna glanced at Roman, shaking her head. Who would have thought that Mr. Richard B. Riddick was going to be in such pretty good state after weeks of being used as Roman’s toy. You sure as hell are a tough motherfucker, Riddick, Luna grinned madly.
“Look what I found.” Vin entered the bedroom, carrying an extra large cup filled with chocolate ice cream and a big spoon. Actually it was dark chocolate with little pieces of chocolate, Luna’s favorite flavor.
“You better be ready to share that with me, Mr. Vincent.” Luna grinned, moving aside some of the drawings to make room for Vin.
“Hmmmm, I wasn’t thinking. That’s why I brought just one spoon.” Vin teased her, getting comfortable at her side. Luna gasped, playfully slapping his arm and Vin laughed hard. “What’s that?” He asked looking at the drawings.
“Santiago sent me the drawings to enclose in the book. But I can’t choose; they are all beautiful.” Luna whined, sighing softly. “Wanna help me?”
At random, Vin picked one of them, looking at it for several seconds. Then he read the name of the artist. “Wow, this ‘evilgrin’ is very talented,” he grinned, searching among the little mess of printed copies for another of the same artist.
Luna smiled. “I know. Her drawings are the best.”
“Well, then you should select her art work.” Vin answered, offering Luna the spoon full of ice-cream. “You both seem to have the same perverted mind, judging by this.” Vin joked, winking.
“Yep. We seem to share half a brain,” Luna moaned, savoring the ice cream. It was from the best place all over the city. “Oh God…this tastes sinful.” Luna made a show of licking the spoon clean, causing Vin’s cock to stir.
“I’d say there’s one ingredient missing.” His voice dropped to a deep rumble and Luna shivered in anticipation.
“You think so?” She whispered sensuously.
“Oh yeah…” Vin growled, lifting Luna’s tank top, revealing her belly.
His gaze slid down, watching her tattoo with a replica of her ring when his breath caught in his throat. He went still, swallowing a sudden lump. His vision blurred without warning and Vin choked back a sob.
“You’re showing.” His voice sounded barely above a whisper.
Luna’s eyes widened as she gasped, looking down at her belly. It wasn’t flat anymore.
“It’s too soon, Vin. It’s not possible.” Luna said breathlessly. It couldn’t be, she wasn’t past her fourth month of pregnancy.
Vin kneeled on the bed, leaving the cup of ice cream on the bedside table. “Come up here.” He urged Luna, helping her to kneel at his side.
Then he pulled her tank top up and off her body and they both looked at their reflections in the full length mirror in front of their bed. Vin turned Luna a little so that she was showing her profile and they both gasped aloud.
There it was, a little bump, flashing at them.
“Oh my God…” Luna breathed. “Vin…” her voice faltered as she swallowed hard.
As if in slow motion Vin’s trembling hand caressed the skin, drawing an invisible circle, feeling the soft swell under his fingertips.
Luna’s heartbeat sped a little as her shaky hand joined Vin’s and they interlaced their fingers. Their gazes met through their reflections and at once they both smiled widely. Their eyes brimming with unshed tears.