In time, she turned toward him. “Thank you for coming back. For moving here . . . for everything.”
“I had no choice. Love does funny things to people.”
She smiled. “I love you, too, you know.”
“Yeah, I know.”
“What? You’re not going to say it?”
“Do I have to?”
“You bet you do. And use the right tone, too. You have to say it like you mean it.”
He grinned, wondering if she would guide his “tone” forever. “I love you, Lexie.”
In the distance, a train whistle sounded, and Jeremy saw a pinprick of light in the darkened landscape. Had it been a foggy night, the lights would soon be appearing in the cemetery. Lexie seemed to follow his thoughts.
“So tell me, Mr. Science Journalist, do you still doubt the existence of miracles?”
“I just told you. You’re my miracle.”
She rested her head on his shoulder for a moment before reaching for his hand. “I’m talking about real miracles. When something happens that you never believed possible.”
“No,” he said. “I think there is always an explanation if one digs deep enough.”
“Even if a miracle were to happen to us?”
Her voice was soft, almost a whisper, and he looked at her. He could see the reflection of the town lights flickering in her eyes.
“What are you talking about?”
She took a deep breath. “Doris shared some news with me earlier today.”
Jeremy watched her face, unable to grasp what she was saying, even as her expression shifted from hesitant to animated to expectant. She gazed at him, waiting for him to say something, and still his mind refused to register her words.
There was science and then there was the unexplainable, and Jeremy had spent his life trying to reconcile the two. He dwelt in reality, scoffed at magic, and felt pity for the true believers. But as he gazed at Lexie, trying to make sense of what she was telling him, he found his old sense of surety slipping.
No, he couldn’t explain it, and in the future, he never would. It defied the laws of biology, it shattered his assumptions about the man he knew himself to be. Quite simply, it was impossible, but when she gently placed his hand on her stomach, he believed with sudden, euphoric certainty the words he never thought he would hear.
“Here’s our miracle,” she whispered. “It’s a girl.”