“I think I agree with you,” Henry said, attempting to comprehend the entire spectrum of how his life had just been altered permanently. He was a father, and this child would be taking his name and changing the lives of everyone who would have the privilege of knowing him. He refused to think of Kat leaving him to raise this child alone; such thoughts could wait for another day. Little Harry was surrounded by family who loved him already, and Henry would make certain he had a good life and that he wanted for nothing—most especially love.

“Harry it is,” Kat declared and let out one of her girlish giggles that he found so endearing. “I can’t believe how darling he is.”

“With such a beautiful mother,” Henry said and kissed the top of Kat’s head, “how could he be otherwise?”

“But he looks like you.”

“If you say so,” Henry said and chuckled as Harry grunted and stretched his arms again, his little face contorting in a way that was adorably comical. Henry absorbed the moment into his spirit, taking the entire experience deep into himself, wanting to hold on to this memory forever. In that moment, life had never been more perfect. He only wished it could last.

Chapter Eleven

KATARINA’S WISH