Esma’s pov

We looked in each other eyes and I smiled.

“What.” I shake my head. “Nothing. I am just too happy.” He kissed me.

“Me too darling. Me too.” He whispered in my ear.

Next scene

I lie on our tartan picnic blanket and gaze up at the clear, blue, summer sky, my view framed by meadow flowers and tall green grasses. The heat of the afternoon summer sun warms my skin, my bones and my belly, and I relax, my body turning to Jell-O. This is comfortable. Hell no . . . this is wonderful. I savour the moment, a moment of peace, a moment of pure and...