“You mean it?” Javi’s voice is a threaded whisper, his blown eyes glittering with deep emotion.
You nod, unable to speak past the lump in your throat.
The words don’t matter. Javi huffs a breath of relief, breaks into a disbelieving smile that shatters and swells your heart in equal measure.
You swallow hard, find your voice. “Can you put it on me, please?”
Javi inhales sharply. “Yeah.”
You turn away from him, gathering your hair over your head to expose your nape. Javi’s body hovers warm and solid over your back, his arm brushing your cheek as he sweeps around you. You read the weight of the moment in the way his breaths puff hot and rapid at your neck, in the slight tremor of his fingers as he fiddles with the clasp. After a long, tense second, Javi sighs deeply, and the pendant settles at the hollow of your throat, warm and delicate as if it has always belonged there.
Javi presses even closer, hooks his chin over your shoulder, folding his hands over your naked belly. “Look at you,” he murmurs. When you meet his gaze in the mirror, his eyes are burning. “Eres todo lo que he querido. Mi bella esposa.” He presses a searing kiss to the patch of skin just behind your ear. “My Hannah.”
~ IIF, the epilogue