My plan works. Ignis comes looking for Lars in my room, and I can finally see him. I keep the candles on because I might not have any chance to stare at him for days again.
I want to imprint his image in my mind before wishing goodnight.
«Veronica,» he says while stepping in. Somehow, he doesn't seem surprised. As if he was expecting such a reaction from me.
«Hello.»
«How are you?»
«Now? Not bad. The first days were a little difficult, but nothing I couldn't survive... Sure, it would have been easier with a husband by my side. But I managed.»
He walks to the cradle and observes our baby from afar.
«I found a name,» he says. «I mean... I found it long ago, but I needed some time to push it through. I'll make someone deliver the official statement to you tomorrow.»
«Sure,» I say.
That's a relief. My Lars will finally have a real name, and people will be able to refer to him without using odd ways.
