Love For Hire

Aclon Kustium, six years later...
Kinsley sat in the royal gardens watching her daughter Bailey playing in the grass with her dolls. Kinsley ran her hand over her
swollen belly. She was eight months pregnant with their first son (or so they believed thanks to an early trimester ultrasound).
The sound of footsteps on the stone pathway drew both of their attention.
Kinsley smiled to see Nicholas coming their way with Brutus at his side. Bailey squealed with delight as she jumped to her feet
and ran to her father. Nicholas dropped to one knee and hugged his daughter as she jumped into his arms. After a hug, Bailey
stepped back as Nicholas lovingly dragged his fingers down over her face. It was how he saw in this world, how he knew what
his beautiful daughter looked like with her dark curls and her cute little face. Kinsley smiled. Bailey always liked it when he did
that.
Kinsley watched as father and daughter said hello. Nicholas had gone back to the States to attend the funeral of Dr. Robert
Horton, the man who had literally saved his life many years ago. Kinsley had wanted to go, but being eight months into her
pregnancy, she could not fly. Nicholas lifted Bailey into his arms and leaned over to kiss his wife. “Welcome home,” Kinsley said
as Nicholas ran his hand over her bursting belly.
“How is my boy today?” Nicholas asked.
“Active,” she giggled. “How was the funeral?”
“Sad, it is hard to believe he is gone. I owe that man everything. He gave me my life back.”
“He was a saint, and I am sure he will watch over us.”
“Despite the loss, I cannot be anything but happy. I have everything I never believed I would ever have,” he hugged Bailey and
put his arm around Kinsley, holding her close in a family hug. “Everything is simply perfect.”