He grinned.
“It’s a very small fire. Hardly worth worrying about.”
We spent the rest of the evening talking.
He asked for my number before I left.
Then he called the following morning.
On our third date, he drove us to a lake he loved as a child.
He got lost.
The restaurant closed before we arrived.
So we bought hot dogs at a gas station and ate them while sitting on the hood of his car.
“This is a disaster,” he said.
I smiled.
“No. This is perfect.”
Two years later, we were married.
We spent nearly two more years trying to become parents.
There were two heartbreaking pregnancy losses before Sophie.
I still remembered sitting on the bathroom floor with Elon after the second one.
He held me while we both cried.
“I just want us to meet our baby someday,” he whispered.
When Sophie was finally born, he cried so hard that the nurse handed him tissues.
