The glint catches my eye, and once again my gaze is drawn back to rock on my finger. Even after a year I still haven't gotten used to the weight on my hand, or the way the bright morning sun catches the diamond at just the right angle.
I shield my eyes and look out over the Mongolian steppe, empty but for the occasional wild horse all the way to the distant hills towards the Chinese border. The sun bathes the landscape in a warm golden light, and a gentle breeze brings with it the fresh aroma of young grass and clean air.
It also carries the tantalizing aroma of meat sizzling on the stove. I turn back towards our ger and see the column of smoke rise from the chimney, and like every morning since the cravings began my mouth starts to water as I look forward to breakfast. I begin to drift back towards the close warmth of the ger, a crisp bacon sandwich and Rafe's smile.
Beside the ger I see Binky Junior dip her head to nibble on a tuft of grass, nudging aside her nameless friend (Rafe refuses to name his horse. He says – only half seriously, I suspect – that a name would steal away its essential 'horseness'). Soon enough I'll be too far along to ride Binky, and – for a while, at least – I'll let her roam free on the steppe. She'll come back when she's ready, and when I'm ready to ride again.
I absently stroke my growing bump, and not for the first time I wonder how I ever managed to get so lucky. How did I find myself here, with the cool grass tickling my bare toes, a little life growing inside me, my books flying off the shelves back home and a loving husband cooking an enormous breakfast on the stove? I never imagined I could have any of this. I never thought I could ever be quite so content.
Y'know, I try not to ask these questions any more... about the past, the future and how we reached the present. There's no need for answers, not really. We may one day return home to the States and leave our wandering days behind. We might find a new adventure; a new place for the three of us to explore, discover, and love. We might just stay here, far from the bright lights and chaos of the world, alone on the endless steppe with nothing but our cozy little home, our faithful horses and the big blue sky. It doesn't matter. As long as we're together, nothing else matters.