In time, as the months went by, the villa began to take shape once more. Walls were rebuilt, gardens replanted, and hope restored. Frida’s hands were in every part of the recovery, her heart and soul poured into each task.


Njal’s condition improved steadily under Marie’s care.


His strength returned, and with it, his indomitable spirit. He watched Frida from his window, his heart swelling with pride and affection.


One morning, as the sun rose above the horizon, casting the villa in a golden glow, Njal found Frida in the courtyard. Dressed in a white gown, she was walking barefoot and enjoying the budding flowers she and little Ivy had planted. Her eyes sparkled with a sense of accomplishment.


“Frida,” he called softly, drawing her attention.


She turned, her smile radiant. “Njal, you’re up!”


He nodded, walking toward her with a slight limp. “I couldn’t stay in bed without you, my dear.”


Frida smiled, as she stepped closer to him, her glow shined brighter than the morning sun, “I had to come out and look at our beautiful gardens.”


“They are beautiful, as are you, my love,” Njal said, his heart fluttering. “Come, take a walk with me, please.”


Njal led Frida to the eastern cliffs, where the world seemed to open up before them in a breathtaking panorama. The cliffs, rugged and ancient, jutted out over the vast expanse of the ocean, their edges softened by a carpet of emerald-green grass and wildflowers that danced in the gentle breeze.


“Thank you, Frida, for everything you’ve done to rebuild here.”


Frida’s heart sang with a sweet melody, a serenade that echoed in the silence of the morning.

“You don’t need to thank me. We’re in this together, remember?”


Njal reached out, taking her hand in his. “Yes, together.”


He could no longer see any other life, than the one he had with Frida right now.


Frida turned to glance at Njal, and in his gaze, she saw a future filled with hope, love, and endless possibilities.


Looking down at the bump protruding from her stomach, Frida couldn’t help but smile at the man responsible for her happiness as she rubbed her belly, feeling the soft kicks from the baby.


Njal wrapped his arm around her and pulled her close. As they both watched the sun rise off the eastern horizon, they knew it was the beginning of the rest of their lives.


The waves crashed against the cliffs below, a symphony of nature that underscored the promise of a new day. In that moment, surrounded by the beauty of the world and the love they shared, they felt invincible, ready to face whatever the future might hold.