Abby “I support you. I support you all the way, Abby.” Leah’s unexpected support leaves me feeling both shocked and relieved. Her willingness to stand by my side and accept this unconventional arrangement fills me with gratitude, especially after the tension that hung heavily in the room moments
Karl takes a deep breath, his gaze flickering to me for the briefest of moments, before he begins. “I have an election coming up, and having a family will significantly boost my approval ratings,” he explains. “On the other hand, as you know, Abby is currently facing allegations regarding her restau
Abby Chloe and Leah stare at me incredulously after what I just told them. Their expressions are a blend of surprise and concern, and I can’t blame them; I did, after all, just inform them that I plan on trying to have a baby. “But Abby,” Chloe says, standing and pointing incredulously at Karl, “how the hell is he supposed to help you heal your infertility?” I meet Karl’s gaze once more, finding his shock mirroring my own. The truth has tumbled out, raw and unfiltered, and there's no retracting it now. “Karl has been speaking to a doctor,” I say. “A doctor who might have some experimental treatments that could help me have a baby.” But Chloe just shakes her head, her face a mask of frustration. She runs both of her hands over her hair; it’s a gesture of hers that’s a telltale sign of anger and confusion. “Abby, you need to listen to what you’re saying right now,” she says quietly. “Experimental treatments? A baby? Who would the father even be, hm? Would you be a single m
Abby I stand in the dimly lit kitchen, leaning against the counter with a half-empty glass of wine in my hand. The soft hum of the refrigerator is the only sound breaking the silence of the night. Dinner with the team was lively tonight, filled with laughter and chit-chat, but now the quiet feel
But Karl isn’t the only one who has changed. A few years ago, I would have spilled everything to my friends and I wouldn’t have done a quarter of the damage control that I do now. I think part of the reason why Chloe is the way she is with me is because I set that precedent of telling her every litt
Abby The morning sun filters through the large windows of the mansion’s kitchen, casting a warm, golden glow over the array of ingredients that’s waiting for us. I’m standing at the counter island, a chopping board and a pile of fresh vegetables in front of me. The familiar scents of garlic and
Volunteers are everywhere, some painting walls, others laying bricks, and many more engaged in various tasks like carrying beams or giving orders. It’s inspiring to see that so many people have showed up today, and I can’t help but wonder if their Alpha’s presence had something to do with it. In f
Karl As I lift another beam into place, a bead of sweat trickles down my forehead, but my attention is elsewhere. Across the field, Abby is in her element, orchestrating the kitchen with a natural ease. There’s an undeniable rhythm to her movements, and I find myself watching her probably more t
Abby Intrigued, I let Karl take my hand and lead me discreetly away from the reception, weaving through the tables and out a back door into the gardens. A mischievous grin plays on his lips as we giggle like teenagers, ducking behind hedges and scurrying across the lush green lawns. “Where are w
As the music shifts to a slow ballad, I feel a familiar pair of strong arms circle my waist from behind. “There’s my beautiful wife,” Karl’s deep voice rumbles in my ear, sending shivers down my spine. He spins me around to face him, our bodies swaying in time to the soft music. I gaze up at him
Abby The reception hall is cast in a warm, romantic glow, with twinkling lights and the warm flickering of candles on every table. Soft music plays as Karl and I make our entrance, hand-in-hand to raucous applause and cheers from our guests. I can’t stop smiling as we wave to our loved ones gather
Abby The afternoon sun streaming in through the tall windows of the chapel casts the stones in a warm golden light, giving everything a sort of ethereal energy. I stand in the hallway, my arm linked with Anton’s, as the wedding coordinator prepares everyone to walk down the aisle. “Are you ready
Abby As I sit in front of the vanity mirror with the hair and makeup artist circling around me, I meet my friends’ gazes in the reflection; Chloe, Leah, Daisy, and even Elsie are here as my bridesmaids, each of them looking more beautiful than the last. “The seamstress really did do a great job
Abby With a gasp of excitement, I pull the wedding gown out of its box and hold it up in the light. Everything is perfect; the way the beadwork catches the light, the silky texture, the shape. I can’t wait to try it on now that it’s been altered to fit my body. Quickly, I slip out of my clothe
Abby “Abby, why don’t you sit down?” Karl looks up at me from where he’s sitting on the sofa, a look of concern on his face. He pats the spot next to him, but I shake my head. “I can’t,” I say, continuing to pace back and forth in our living room. “I won’t sit down until I hear back about that
Abby As I chop, stir, melt, and saute, the others stand around me, watching intently. The pasta simmers on the stove, the air smelling like warm butter and spices. It’s enough to make anyone’s mouth water. But my focus isn’t on the rumbling in my belly, nor is it even on the lingering pain in my
As we continue searching, I keep thinking back on our last harrowing hunt for black truffles; those poachers nearly shot us. Even now, I can still remember the sound of the bullets whizzing past my head, and the thuds they made when they careened into trees. “We got really lucky,” I say. “If we ha