LOGIN“Almost done…” she murmured, leaning in with a touch of gloss for my lips. I couldn’t help but laugh at how serious she looked, as if I were some delicate art piece she was trying to perfect. Finally, she stepped back with a smile. “There. Now, the dress.” Amber was already at my side, helping m
Hannah The next morning, I woke with a flutter in my stomach that had nothing to do with morning sickness. Sunlight filtered softly through the curtains, casting a warm glow over the room. I blinked up at the ceiling, letting that first realization sink in. It was the day of our wedding. In le
Hannah Mornings had gotten louder since Melody learned to walk. And she wasn’t just walking—she was trying to run, arms flapping and her chubby legs barely holding her up as she went. This morning, she seemed to be hell bent on dashing down the hallway as Noah tried to brush his teeth and I hunted
I laughed, hoping it sounded more natural than I felt. “Hey, I can spoil you once in a while if I want. Just because it’s a Thursday doesn’t mean I can’t surprise you.” We chatted about our day as we ate, filling each other in on all the usual things. But every so often, his eyes would flicker to
Hannah My hands shook a little as I straightened the delicate flower crown over Melody’s soft hair, adjusting it so the petals framed her tiny face just right. She blinked up at me with those wide, innocent eyes, slapping her hands contentedly on the top of her high chair. I smiled as I ran my f
Hannah By the time we stepped out of the ring, it felt as if my entire body was on fire. Every muscle seemed to be taut, every heartbeat one thump away from shifting. I couldn’t tell if I wanted to run circles around the building or maybe tear up the walls like a caged animal. What was wrong wit
Hannah Noah’s breath fanned across my skin, raising trails of goosebumps in its wake. “I’m… I’m not pregnant, Noah,” I said slowly, willing my voice to remain steady beneath his glare. His eyes bored into mine, that piercing green gaze somehow making me feel utterly exposed despite the dim light
“We’re the sentimental type,” Noah interjected smoothly, his warm palm settling firmly over my hand. He shot me a subtle look—almost a warning. So he was up to something tonight. I was sure of that now. If Emily noticed anything amiss, she didn’t show it. She simply nodded agreeably, waiting wit
Hannah Noah towered over me, the hard muscles of his chest and abdomen pressing into my body so hard I could barely breathe. The cool marble of the sink behind me felt like ice against my lower back, my fingers curling instinctively around the edge. But still, I stared up at Noah defiantly, refu
Hannah The ride back to the mansion was silent, the low rumble of the car’s engine and the tires crunching across the pavement the only sounds that filled the void between us. I kept my gaze fixed out the window, watching the city lights blur past us all too slowly for my liking. I didn’t even d







