Wherever he went, he made sure someone was with him. Even when he went out occasionally, he never drove by himself. His efforts to preserve their love in the diary, however, couldn’t stop the fading of some memories. But somehow, he stubbornly stayed by her side, even as his memory began to slip away.
Rena’s heart trembled with emotions that were on the verge of overflowing.
She fought back tears and gracefully walked into the room, just as she always did.
Waylen stowed his diary away, his fingers delicately brushing against the drawer’s surface.
When he looked up, his gaze was tender. “Is Alexis asleep?” he inquired.
With a gentle smile, Rena placed the fruit plate down and nestled into his arms, guiding his hand to her belly. “She’s asleep. This little one however, is eagerly waiting for you.”
Tenderly, Waylen caressed her belly, feeling the presence of their unborn child.
Sadly, the baby was still too small and there was no fetal movement.
Had it been otherwise, he could have at least felt the reassuring heartbeat of his own flesh and blood.
Drawing close to Rena, their noses touched, and he playfully teased, “Does the baby miss me, or is it you who wants to sleep with me?”
Rena wrapped her arms lovingly around his neck.
She looked stunning in her thin silk pajamas, an allure that would have tempted him before but now, with her being pregnant, he had other considerations.
Waylen kissed her tenderly, His hand kept touching her body.
Finally, he rested his forehead against hers and whispered, “Rena, if only time would stand still at this very moment. We could have our happy ending.”
Tears welled up in Rena’s eyes as she placed a finger on his lips and replied, “Waylen, we’re not married yet. How can this be the ending?”
Waylen’s eyes brimmed with affection as he gazed deeply into hers.
After a prolonged moment, he said in a husky voice, “Let’s get married tomorrow, Rena. Just the two of us, alright?”
In a hoarse voice, Rena softly said, “Okay.”
The following morning, Waylen forwent his usual jog and instead called Jazlyn, requesting her to prepare the necessary documents.
Jazlyn arrived in the afternoon and a servant led her to the study on the second floor.
With a mix of emotions, Jazlyn managed a professional smile and addressed him, saying, “Mr. Fowler, I’ve prepared all the documents.”
Waylen nodded and received the stack of papers.