Mere days after their quicky wedding, JC was back in Russia with his nw entourage.
He moved off the set to where Adria waited with an impatient Kai. Immediately he adjusted her collar against the cold Russia air.
“I’m not delicate,” Adria reminded him. Thank God, morning sickness had passed as quickly as Nonna had said.
“No, you’re my pregnant wife.”
Squirming Kai managed to jump into JC’s arms. “Hey, furball,” JC chuckled. It had taken veterinarians, American and Russian, to get their puppy to accompany them. He wasn’t about to be without his wife and she refused to leave Kai behind. Who knew there was such a thing as an international pet passport?
Life was good. The movie shoot was nearly over, then the plan was to finally finish his sophomore CD. Of course, it was no longer going to be called Kate. He didn’t need an imaginary woman to inspire him now he had Adria. He’d gotten permission to put the Michael W. Smith/Jim Brickman’s ballad The Love of My Life on it. It so worked. He called the CD A Journey to Love.
His journey began and ended with Adria.