He Came Knocking with a Baby in Tow Chapter 10

He Came Knocking with a Baby in Tow Chapter 10

Three months later, Lucas and I had our wedding 

in London. 

This time, it wasn’t a fake one–it was a real 

wedding. 

There was a wedding dress, guests, rings, vows. 

Echo was our flower boy, in a little suit, walking 

down the red carpet all serious. 

After the wedding, the three of us went to the 

Maldives for our honeymoon. 

Echo was building a sandcastle on the beach. 

Lucas hugged me from behind, his chin on my 

shoulder. 

“Eva, thank you for giving me another chance.” 

I leaned into his arms and looked at the horizon: 

“Thank you for never giving up.” 

“And thank Echo. If it wasn’t for him, we might 

never have seen each other again.” 

Lucas smiled: “That kid, he really was our hero.” 

“We have to be good to him from now on.” 

“Yeah,” I said, “and we’re gonna have a little sister 

for him.” 

Lucas froze for a second, then smiled like an idiot: 

“Really?” 

“Really,” I turned and looked into his eyes. “Echo’s 

always wanted a sister.” 

Lucas held me tight and spun me around under 

the sunset. 

Echo saw us, dropped his shovel, and ran over. 

“Dad, Mommy, what are you playing? I wanna play 

too.” 

Lucas picked him up and lifted him over his head. 

“We’re playing the ‘lift you up high‘ game.” 

Echo giggled, his little face full of happiness. 

I looked at the father and son, my heart full of 

peace. 

This was the life I wanted. 

Someone to love, a kid, sun, sea. 

No crazy drama, no life–or–death schemes, just the 

quiet, steady normalcy of everyday life. 

Lucas put me down, one arm holding Echo, one 

hand holding mine. 

“Eva, I love you.” 

“I love you too,” I said, “and Echo.” 

Echo wrapped his arms around our necks and 

said in that soft little kid voice: “Echo loves you 

too, Mommy, and Dad.” 

The sunset stretched our shadows long, long. 

This time, we’d never be apart again.