I remembered seeing the sun starting to break over the horizon when my eyes finally closed, my body a spent, sated heap. His child was inside me though. I could tell. Whether it was a sixth sense or a mother’s knowledge, I knew I was pregnant with Abel Lockwood’s child. I’d known from the start that we’d always be connected via this child, but what I hadn’t expected was the connection I felt with Abel directly. Last night had been about more than our bodies colliding; our souls had as well. Some part of him was inside me now. The same was true for me being inside him. Abel and I were connected for the rest of our lives in more ways than the baby that was currently growing in my stomach. After all of the horror stories I’d heard from my friends about their first times, I’d been expecting last night to be sloppy and painful and a total letdown. It couldn’t have been any more the opposite.
