Fate

Bibi was getting so big, Eliza thought as she wrapped her arms about her daughter. Her mini version — that was what Rafe called her — did indeed look just like her and melted into her embrace. Looking at their reflections in the mirror, Eliza saw the uncanny resemblance between them and wondered what her new baby would look like.

Even before she peed on a stick, Eliza knew herself well enough to know she was pregnant again. And again she was uncertain who had fathered her baby. 

She and Rafe had been exclusive mainly, but it was like Oscar was always there. Especially since Cleo had left him. Eliza had gone to console him several times, and she ended up in bed with him practically instinctively a few of those times. The dynamic between them was such that they always ended up being intimate even if they had not been for a long time. And she had been trying to get pregnant again, with her Rafe. She was not supposed to be able to get pregnant when she was with Oscar, but she still wondered. She monitored her ovulation like a spectator sport, she had been with him when she should not have been able to but what if?

They had wanted each other so much, why was it that he was sad about another woman and yet they got closer? It hurt her that he could not be happy with another woman, and that was it.

“The happiest I have ever been with a woman was—is you. Even as mercurial as our relationship is…” He had confessed to her. 

They were always there for each other. When she was nervous before she married Rafe he appeared, and anytime he was down she was there. She loved him—they loved each other. What happened between them was physical, but it was more than that. Like a renewal of their connection, it was fate that they were meant to be together over and over.

Some people could not find one true love, and she had two…

Bibi looked at her like she knew her secret, and she pressed her daughter ever closer to her.

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