The audience sighs.
Bella squeaks.
Nathan’s eyes never leave mine as he starts to playThe Spark—soft, stripped-down chords that curl in my chest like a memory I haven’t lived yet.
Our song.
The one he wrote for me.
The one that brought him back to music.
The one that brought him back to me.
“You’re the sun in my sky,” he sings.
“My spark in the dark.”
“My home, my heart.”
“My always.”
My throat tightens.
My hand goes instinctively to my belly.
The baby kicks again—stronger—like they know.
Bella leans her head on my shoulder and whispers, “That’s your love song.”
I nod, tears gathering at the corners of my eyes.
“It’s ours,” I say softly.
Nathan keeps singing, his voice rich and certain, the lyrics lifting and wrapping around the room like a warm embrace.There’s no bravado here.No stage persona.No armor.
Just the man I love, baring his soul one note at a time.
And the pride inside me?
It’s endless.
Boundless.
A living thing blooming across my ribs.
When the song ends, the audience applauds—but Nathan doesn’t look away from me until the last clap fades.
He mouths,I love you.
I mouth it back, hand pressed over the life growing inside me.
Bella squeezes my fingers.“We’re really a family now, huh?”
“We always were,” I whisper, pulling her close.
And I feel it—the fullness, the certainty, the peace I thought I’d never get.
My husband’s music filling the room.
