Seeing this, Faye curled deeper in his arms, then suddenly shrieked wildly, "Brother Luther! I am already carrying your baby!"
"You cannot let her treat me like this! Take me away! Please take me away!!"
I froze like being hit by thunder, staring as happiness clearly lit up in Luther’s eyes.
He gently lifted Faye into his arms sideways, moving softly like holding something precious.
His brows and eyes were bright with open joy. "Don’t fear, we will go to the hospital right now."
He rushed past me without even slowing, only throwing back one line. "Vera, you should cool down and learn how to act as Mrs. Campbell properly."
From that second on, Luther didn’t step home for three full months.
He brought Faye to Switzerland to watch the snow.
She casually said she liked the Alps, and he soon bought a mountain house, ownership written only under her name.
Then they headed to Venice.
Faye shared pictures online, wearing the vintage jewelry set Luther ordered for her, an eighteenth-century sapphire necklace shining bright on her neck.
[There is always someone quietly making every wish happen. So this must be how it feels to be valued.]