His eyes locked on mine and we stared at each other, grinning inanely while Rachel eased the waistband of my leggings down, tucked a piece of tissue below the elastic and squirted the cold gel on to my tummy. Then I felt a pressure on my stomach and gasped with shock.

‘There’s baby.’ The sonographer leaned back so we had a good look at the screen. ‘He’s waving to you, look!’

Sure enough one arm was raised and waving.

‘Hello, darling thing!’ I said through a blur of tears. ‘I’m so happy to see you.’

‘Nothing wrong with this little fellow,’ Rachel laughed. She patted her head. ‘Oh, not again. I’ve put my glasses down somewhere. Excuse me a second.’

She got up and left the room, leaving us with an image of the baby on the screen.

Jensen walked around to the far side of the bed, leaned over and kissed me. ‘I thought I’d lost you.’ Then he touched his fingertip to the screen. ‘And you.’

I sat up and pulled him close. ‘I’m so glad you didn’t.’

We kissed again, slowly and tenderly, and I thought my heart would melt.

He smiled. ‘You asked me earlier why I came back.’

I stared at him, my breath catching in my throat, praying he wasn’t just here to say goodbye after all. ‘And?’

He dug his fingers into his pocket and pulled out a strip of paper. ‘We didn’t finish reading out the fortune cookies.’

I frowned. He was right. I’d read mine. Something about getting pleasure from seeing your loved ones prosper. It had confirmed my decision to set him free to take the promotion. Except he hadn’t, had he? He was still here. Thank heavens.

‘So I’m going to read mine out. Ready?’

I nodded.

‘If you have someone good in your life, don’t let them go.’ He cupped my face in his hands and kissed me again. ‘And as I figured you’re the best thing in my life, why would I let you go?’

His kisses tasted of sunshine and happiness and above all home, but there was still something I needed to be certain of. I ended the kiss and ran my fingertips over his lovely face.

‘And the baby?’ I asked quietly.

Jensen’s face split into the widest smile. ‘Is the second best thing.’

‘Sorry, sorry, sorry!’ Rachel arrived back in the room looking flustered. ‘My reading glasses have gone AWOL. I’ve had to borrow someone else’s or I won’t be able to type my notes.’

As I lay back down I caught hold of Jensen’s hand, marvelling at how magical my life had become and wondering what I’d done to deserve it and a thought struck me.

‘Rachel, you’ve referred to the baby as “he” and “little fellow”. Are you trying to tell us something?’