2 years later
I stood by the window, wrapping a thick blanket around my shoulders and I rested one hand on my large, round stomach.
I was seven months pregnant, and this baby was a very active one. I felt a sharp, strong kick right against my stomach and I smiled softly to myself.
We were in Sierra Nevada again. This was the exact same cabin where Luca and I had first met all those years ago. We decided to come back here for a whole week, just to step away from the noise of New York, the hockey games, and the fashion shows. We just wanted to be a family, hidden away in the quiet beauty of the snow.
Down on the floor, sitting on a fluffy white rug, was my beautiful daughter, Lana. She was two years old now, and she was the absolute light of our house.
Right now, she was wearing a tiny
