XCVIII. Right
"You're still round," was the first thing he said when he realized he was dead (and yet so so alive).
She looked down at her stomach. "I know. I never had the baby." She shrugged. "You'll get used to it."
"Yeah?" He frowned, but his eyes were laughing. "What makes you think I'm staying with you long enough for that? I'm dead now. The amortentia has no hold over me."
She smiled. "Something tells me you love me regardless of that potion."
And when she kissed him, he finally felt right for the first time in fifteen years.