(Lydia)Seeing my mother in that state – still inside that very state, after all these years had gone – set off something inside of me. All of a sudden, I had had enough.“Come with me,” I said to my mother and grabbed her by the hand.“You too,” I shot at my father as I watched him saunter towards the door frame.I almost had to shove my father through the elevator door at the end of the corridor. He was trying his best to resist coming with me. My mother had broken into tears and was sobbing softly into a napkin.The elevator door glided open with a ding. “Well, move,” I rasped at my father as he stared at me in confusion. His shirt was thoroughly creased and its top buttons were undone. I caught a faint whiff of whiskey through my nose. The man could barely stand. “Where are you taking me?” he slurred.I pushed him through the door at the security office and he almost tripped and fell, catching the edge of a desk just in time.The security officer seated there shot up immediately.
(Lydia)I shot a glance at my wrist watch. 2:50 pm. I was not late. I was actually ten minutes early, in fact. What in God’s name was happening here?Margaret looked up at me, a surprisingly pleased-with-herself smile etched across her face. Her eyes glinted at some secret joy.Mabel and Miles squealed and jumped in glee. They both ran towards and hugged me at the knees. And let out a laugh.“Mommy, mommy! I drew a plane!” Miles exclaimed, excitedly waving a crayon drawing at me.“I drew a house, mommy! Look, it’s pink and it glitters!” Mabel chimed in, hopping up and down. They both held up their arms as their eyes sparkled with pride at their work.“That’s lovely, babies,” I smiled at them both, bending down and hugging them back. Their warmth instantly erased the coldness inside me from the strangeness of what had happened earlier this afternoon. I smacked a kiss across each of their cheeks.“Mabel,” I said to my daughter, “Why don’t you show Miles how you put glitter on your house
(Thomas)A few seconds ago, I still hadn’t known what my decision would be. I had only come here to talk to her because I knew that that was important. We needed to move forward together in as practical of a way as possible. I needed to be allowed to have a role in my children’s lives.But the second she opened the door and I caught sight of her angelic face, I knew that I could only ever want her.Lydia was the only woman for me.***When Sarah had sprung the news on us that night, I had been too shocked for words. Before I could have even fully understood the implications of Sarah’s announcement, Lydia had gotten up and left the table.I had not gone after her. How could I? Sarah was bearing my child.But I had been quiet when, fifteen minutes later, Sarah had sat strapped in the passenger seat of my car. Her eyebrows had been arched in expectation, as though she were waiting for an answer.I had no answer. I had been too baffled to respond.So, I had taken a deep breath and driven
(Lydia)I crossed my arms at him and gave him a hard look. This was the last thing that I needed to deal with right now.“Why are you here?” I said, “Shouldn’t you be with your fiancée, picking your wedding cake and all that?”I couldn’t help the bitterness in my tone. After all, it was not exactly pleasant to develop feelings for your ex-husband again and then have him leave you a second time. But I would not complain and protest this time. I would not allow myself to be weak. I would not beg for mercy for this man.“Lydia, I—“ he began.“I don’t want to hear it,” I snapped and quickly made to shut the door.He grabbed it.“Lydia, would you please at least give me a chance to speak?” his eyes pleaded me.I gazed into them for a moment, lost. Why was he here? What did he want?He told me. “I don’t want to marry Sarah,” he said, “I will be there for the baby, of course, but I want to spend my life with you.”I froze in my spot. And I felt my heart dance aflutter. Why was this making me
(Lydia)I can’t very well kick him out of the house until it’s time for the party, I thought. I pulled out my phone to text Ruby and let her know that Thomas would be helping her with decorations. Ruby was angry at Thomas for choosing Sarah all over again and she might not react well to finding him here without warning.But before I could tell Thomas, the twins began to drag him outside.“Will you push us on the swings?” Mabel asked, looking up at him.“What’s your favorite ice-cream flavor?” Miles asked and then added, “I like strawberry! And Mabel likes chocolate!”Thomas was smiling and chuckling.Ah well, I shrugged. It would be better if I didn’t leave him and Ruby alone. She would certainly pick a bone with him.The visit to the park was uneventful. It was delightful, in fact. I was surprised at how much the twins had missed Thomas and so very pleased that they were getting to spend time with their father.They laughed as Thomas pushed them on the swings. He held his daughter’s
(Lydia)“Let’s open the presents!” Adam exclaimed and the twins ran in his direction. They were jumping and clapping with glee and Adam laid out each one of their gifts and helped them unwrap it. Jack stood there commentating on every single present and recording a video of the unwrapping. And for once, Thomas was surprisingly calm despite Adam’s presence and involvement in his children’s lives.I was relieved. I was glad that everything was about my children right now – about their happiness, celebrating them, cheering them on their accomplishments, and about generally creating a loving and nurturing atmosphere for them to grow up in. I was glad that Thomas and Adam weren’t passing each other looks or otherwise making jabs at each other. And I was glad that the twins were too preoccupied with their presents to bother asking who my mother was.I was not prepared to have that conversation with them right now. I wanted to give things a bit more time before I brought their maternal gr
(Thomas)As the cartoon movie began to play, I felt the strangest sense of déjà vu. I felt as though I had read the book that this movie was adapted from. My mind flashed back to a little hardback in baby blue with golden stars. Yes, I definitely know this story.I leaned towards Jack, who was seated on my right. “Have we watched this movie before?” I whispered to him.He chuckled slightly before he responded, “Of course, Thomas. This is one of Lydia’s all-time favorites – book and movie both!”I turned my eyes towards Lydia. Her face was beaming with a childlike delight and wonder. Her eyes were shining as bright as stars.I smiled softly at my beautiful wife.***The further we dove into the movie, the more I started remembering things.Lydia brought the book up from the library. It was the morning after she had told me that I was going to be a father. The room was bright and sunny and the light caught fire on her red hair.Her angelic blue eyes shone through the pleased smile on he
(Lydia)The room cheered when I carried the drinks inside. I laughed. I had not felt this relaxed and happy in weeks. It felt nice to be surrounded by the people who I was close to.“You did a spectacular job today, Lyddie!” Adam exclaimed, “With hosting the movie night, I mean.”“What you really mean,” said Jack with a grin, “Is that she did a great job at making all of us cry!”Everyone laughed at his quip.“I consider this a great accomplishment,” I said, walking into the center of the room, “Making grown men like yourselves shed tears!”The men in the room groaned and shouted in protest. Ruby was bent over double laughing. I had really missed all this banter and fun.Adam and I began discussing the decorations that I had in mind for the living room. He had been helping me set up the furniture so far.“I think that you should install a light on that wall,” he said, pointing in front of us. I pulled out an image that I had saved on my phone and showed it to him.“I was meaning to ge
(Lydia)The reception was everything I had dreamed of and more. The air was filled with the sound of laughter, music, and the clinking of glasses. The venue, bathed in the soft glow of fairy lights, felt magical, as though we were all living in a dream. Thomas and I had just shared our vows, but now the celebration was in full swing, and the joy in the air was palpable.Mabel and Miles were the stars of the evening, as expected. They had barely left the dance floor since the music started, their little feet moving in uncoordinated yet adorable ways. Miles was trying to spin in circles, his arms flailing around as Mabel, ever the perfectionist, tried to keep him in check. They were a sight to behold, so carefree and full of life. Their giggles and shouts of “Look at me!” filled the room, and I couldn’t help but laugh along with them.Thomas was by my side, his hand gently resting on my back as we watched our children steal the show. The evening felt like it was slipping by in the most
(Thomas)The day had finally arrived. Our wedding day.I stood in front of the mirror, adjusting my tie for the fifth time, trying to focus on the simple task instead of the rush of emotions threatening to overwhelm me. I couldn’t stop the memories from creeping in, images of Lydia in a wedding dress years ago, her radiant smile lighting up the room, and the way my heart had soared knowing she was about to become my wife.And then, the accident. The chaos, the pain, the years we spent finding our way back to each other.Today wasn’t just about vows or rings. It was about us. About the journey we had taken, the battles we had fought, and the love that had carried us through it all.A knock on the door pulled me from my thoughts. Jack stepped in, looking sharp in his suit, his usual easygoing expression replaced by something softer.“You doing okay?” he asked, leaning against the doorframe.I nodded, though my reflection betrayed me. “Just...a lot to process.”Jack walked over, clapping
(Lydia)With only a week left until the wedding, the house felt like a beehive, everyone buzzing with purpose, energy, and, occasionally, a touch of chaos. I stood in the middle of it all, both exhilarated and slightly overwhelmed.Ruby was in the corner of Mama’s room, hunched over her sewing machine, her brow furrowed in concentration. My wedding dress hung on a nearby mannequin, almost complete but still needing those final, intricate touches that only Ruby could master. She was doing this here because if she needed to know any adjustments, I would just be a few rooms away.She was holed up in Mama’s room because she didn’t want Thomas to get a glimpse of the wedding dress, not until the day of the wedding as I walked down the aisle.“Are you sure you don’t need a break?” I asked, holding out a cup of tea for her.Ruby looked up, her eyes tired but determined. “Not until this hem is perfect. You’re going to look stunning, Lydia. Just trust me.”“I do,” I said softly, setting the te
(Thomas)The moment we pulled up to the venue, I felt a mix of anticipation and pride. The sprawling garden, framed by blooming flowers and soft sunlight, looked like something out of a dream. This was it, the place where Lydia and I would officially start the next chapter of our lives.Mabel and Miles were already buzzing with excitement, craning their necks to get a better look as the car slowed to a stop.“Is that where we’re going to walk with the flowers?” Mabel asked, pointing to the long stone pathway that led to the main garden.“It is,” I said, glancing at Lydia, who was smiling softly.“It’s so pretty!” Miles added, practically bouncing in his seat.Once we were out of the car, the kids ran ahead, their laughter echoing in the crisp air. Lydia and I followed at a slower pace, her hand tucked into mine.“Can you believe it’s almost here?” she asked, her voice tinged with disbelief.I shook my head. “It feels surreal. But seeing this place again...it makes it all feel real.”T
(Lydia)Sitting at the dining table with Thomas, a notebook in front of me and a pen in hand, I felt an odd mix of excitement and dread. Finalizing the guest list for our wedding should have been a straightforward task, but when Margaret got involved, nothing ever stayed simple for long.I glanced at Thomas, who was scrolling through his phone, cross-checking names. He looked calm, but I knew better. We were both bracing ourselves for the inevitable drama.“Are we really going to put up with Margaret’s list of distant cousins and relatives we’ve never met?” I asked, my voice low but pointed.Thomas sighed and set his phone down. “You know how mother is. She thinks a wedding is a chance to show off family connections.”“Well, it’s not her wedding,” I said firmly. “It’s ours, and I want it to feel personal, not like some society gala.”Thomas reached over and squeezed my hand. “I agree with you. But let’s try to handle this delicately. You know how she can get.”Before I could respond,
(Thomas)The house was alive with energy, and it all revolved around two very determined little people: Mabel and Miles. Ever since we’d told them they were going to be the flower girl and flower boy at the wedding, their excitement had reached a whole new level. They were taking their roles very seriously, perhaps even more seriously than Lydia and I were taking the rest of the wedding planning.This morning, the focus was on their outfits. Lydia and I had arranged for a tailor to come to the house to ensure everything fit perfectly. Mabel was already dressed in a soft pink dress with layers of tulle that made her look like a little princess. She twirled in front of the mirror, her curls bouncing with every spin.“Do you think I need a tiara, Daddy?” she asked, her big brown eyes wide with sincerity.I crouched down to her level, brushing a stray curl from her face. “I think you’re perfect just the way you are, sweetheart. But if you really want a tiara, we can look for one.”Mabel c
(Lydia)The morning sun streamed through the windows as I parked outside Ruby’s boutique. My heart fluttered with a mix of nerves and excitement. In just two weeks, I would be walking down the aisle to marry Thomas, the man who had stood by me through everything. But today, all I could think about was my first fitting for the wedding dress Ruby had been tirelessly designing.As I stepped into the boutique, the soft chime of the bell announced my arrival. Ruby appeared from the back room, her face lighting up with a smile that instantly put me at ease.“You’re here!” she said, walking over to hug me. “I’ve been waiting for this all week.”“I’ve been counting down the days,” I admitted, hugging her back. “I’m nervous, though. What if the dress doesn’t feel right? What if-”Ruby placed her hands on my shoulders, her expression firm but kind. “Stop right there. This dress is going to be perfect because it’s made for you, by me. Trust me, Lydia.”I took a deep breath and nodded. “Okay. I t
(Lydia)The sunlight poured down as I stepped out of the car, grocery list in hand. For the first time in what felt like forever, I wasn’t looking over my shoulder or scanning the parking lot for anything suspicious. Ben, my personal bodyguard, walked a few paces behind me, his presence a quiet reassurance. But today, I didn’t feel like I needed him as much as I had in the past.The air felt lighter, and so did I. It was as if the dark cloud that had loomed over my life for so long had finally dissipated. Nathan was gone, Lucien was behind bars, and the world was moving on. So was I.Inside the grocery store, I grabbed a cart and started down the aisles. It felt good to do something as ordinary as picking out apples and comparing cereal brands. For so long, I’d avoided public places, afraid of the whispers and stares. But today, there were none. People walked past me, absorbed in their own lives, and it was blissfully normal.I paused by the bakery section, tempted by the scent of fre
(Lydia)The sleek glass doors of the event management company slid open, and Thomas and I stepped inside. The lobby was stunning, a perfect balance of elegance and modernity. Polished marble floors gleamed under the soft glow of chandelier lights, and a gentle floral scent wafted through the air. A cheerful receptionist greeted us, offering sparkling water while we waited for our meeting.Thomas leaned toward me, his hand resting lightly on the small of my back. “This place screams ‘perfect wedding,’ doesn’t it?”I smiled, squeezing his arm. “Let’s see if they can live up to the hype.”It was Margaret who had given us the name of this event management company after making her calls and asking around for suggestions. And as far as I could tell, the place looked like the sort of company I would have chosen for myself.Moments later, a tall, impeccably dressed man approached us with a wide smile. His tailored navy suit and silk pocket square spoke volumes about his attention to detail.