Carla went to Andria and lifted the infant from her arms. She held Dios tenderly, her soft locks falling gently into his waiting hands, and while he latched on to her hair, she whispered to him.
“Dios, I’m going to be your new mommy. For real. Would you like that?” At that moment, Dios smiled and cooed.
“Ma-ma!” He wriggled with delight, and it was as though he could understand the weight and importance of Carla’s words. And with his family smiling down on him, it was hard to believe that Dios would feel anything other than absolutely loved at that moment. Carla felt her heart swell and was suddenly struck by the realness of it all.
This is really my life , she thought, feeling Atreus’s hand on her shoulder. He’s really here with me. We’re getting married. This precious baby boy . . . will be my son. Is it happening too fast?
Doubts swirled in Carla’s mind despite the smile that seemed permanently fixed on her face. It wasn’t that she didn’t love Atreus and Dios – as a matter of fact, that was one of the only things she was sure of these days. But her thoughts turned to her friends and family back in London, who had suffered her abrupt departure.
Onella , she thought. Onella will be my sister!
No one back home knew what had happened to her here in Greece. No one knew that she had fallen in love with a man and his son, and no one knew that she planned on giving up her life to play wife and mother.
Wait . . . do I mean that? Carla thought; the proposal was so unexpected that she had scarcely thought what she might do if Atreus wanted her to stay in Greece forever. Can I give up my life in London?
Though her parents were gone, she still had her grandparents. She thought of her gran’s rose garden, and of watching football on the weekends with her granddad, even though she knew so little about the sport. She thought of fish and chips with curry sauce from her favorite chip shop at midnight, and of pleasantly gray, rainy mornings spent with tea and toast before heading to work. Life was simple there – as simple as it could be with Brian at her heels, trying so hard to make her love him. And even with that complication, she still felt so close to her life in London. It was her home. She had been born there, raised there – and now I’m going to abscond to Greece , she thought, and abandon my family, my heritage?
And Dios , she thought. No, he isn’t mine by blood, but surely he will have a brother or a sister someday, and I would want them to know their mother’s homeland. I’d want them to know their great-grandparents.
Never mind the newly flowering thought of having children of her own with Atreus, Carla knew she would want Dios to see London.
Gran and Granddad will be so happy to have a baby in the family , Carla thought. They will accept him as mine - at least, I hope they will.
Carla imagined her grandmother chasing Dios around the dewy garden while Atreus offered her grandfather sailing lessons when they came to Greece to visit.
“Atreus,” Carla said abruptly. “We need to go to London.”
“What?” Atreus asked, his smile fading only slightly.
“I – I know this is crazy, but . . . I think I need to see my grandparents. It’s important in our family that you ask the father for permission – you know, for his daughter’s hand – and my gran and granddad are all I have left. And . . . I want them to meet you, and Dios, and know that we’re going to be a family.” Carla suddenly felt small as she spoke about her needs, as though she were a child asking for more candy after so many helpings. Travel costs money , Carla thought, silently berating herself. And here you are, just dying to throw his money around already. “I’m sorry, I know it’s expensive to go, but -”
Atreus quieted her with a kiss.
“ Nothing in this life is too expensive for the love of my life, do you understand me? If you want to go home, we’ll fly to London as