Wait.
Dad?
Crashed?
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Chapter 12
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I sniffled, staring at him. It was only then I noticed that he had a scrape on his forehead. He was still drop–dead gorgeous, though.
I cried through the entire prenatal exam and to the city clerk’s office. When the clerk stamped our paperwork, she glanced at me.
“Miss, are you marrying him of your own free will?”
I hiccupped between sobs and nodded. “Yes.”
On the night we got married, I could not sleep. Yannick suddenly opened his eyes, catching me in the dark.
“Do you want a milkshake or a cake?” he asked, totally serious.
I shook my head. “Clam chowder or roast ham?”
I shook my head again.
He narrowed his eyes. “No way. Not until after the baby’s born.”
Wait, what? Where was his mind going?!
I hesitated before saying, “Yannick, I had a dream. I dreamed I had brain cancer and that I was dying. That was a dream… right?”
He pulled me close and kissed my forehead. “It was just a dream.”
“But in that dream… I tied you up and-”
His eyes darkened. “Oh? You dined and dashed, huh?”
He murmured, his voice low, “Yulia, so… you don’t plan on sleeping tonight?”
The shadows on the wall flickered. The room was filled with breathless laughter, whispered names, and the kind of love that left
no space for fear.
And just before I drifted off, I heard him say it–again and again. “I love you, Yulia.”
On the day Yulia died, Yannick activated a time–reversal system. He went back to the moment she had needed him most. This
time. he would not lose her. (1)
