On the last night, Zachary stayed with her all night in the hospital room.
The woman lay in the man's arms on the wide bed.
She was tiny, like a beautiful delicate doll.
To ease her nervousness, Zachary was reading her a story.
The reading was from the easy-to- understand but classic book, Little Prince. Yvonne had read it many times, but there was a different kind of comfort and sensuality from Zachary's voice.
"If you love a flower which happens to be on a star, it is sweet at night to gaze at the sky. All the stars are a riot of flowers."
"Zachary."
"Here."
Yvonne heard her shallow breathing.
Her belly was so big by this time that sometimes it seemed like her tiny body couldn't afford it.
But she was still strong enough to persist and to give birth to her baby.
"If I leave one day, will you take care of the little baby?"
The man hugged her, holding her in his arms, with the book in his left hand.
"You'll stay with me forever."
