On the final evening of their honeymoon, they sat side by side on the beach and watched as the darkening ocean consumed the sun.
“Everything has a purpose,” she said, resting her head against her new husband’s shoulder.
“Yes,” he whispered. He placed his hand on the tight mound below her breasts.
His son.
Linda G. Hill 
I am there… in the world you created. Very well written. Thank you for sharing.
Thank you, Vic, for your kind words. 🙂