(Winona)Anne cooked dinner, thank God, but she’s off for the night and headed out. Leaving me to juggle dishing dinner, bath time, and all the homework chaos that comes with three kids.I assured her I would be okay and sent her on her way. But I’m not okay. These kids are really testing me tonight.“Bobby, stop teasing Sarah! Just eat your noodles please,” I say, trying to keep my cool.Bobby rolls his eyes, barely touching his plate. “I’m not hungry.”“Funny, you were hungry when you asked for seconds five minutes ago,” I say, glancing at Sarah, who’s scowling at her brother.“I don’t like them,” Bobby complains.“Anne makes them the same every week, you always eat them,” I argue.“They taste different.”I’m thinking my sauce substitute might have caused that. “it doesn’t matter. They are still good and there’s starving kids around the world who would love those noodles.”“Send it over to them then.”“Bobby. Stop being rude. If you don’t eat those, you’ll have to go hungry.”“Fine.
(Winona)“Ummm, Winona? I’m kinda hungry still.”“Wow. Okay. Look I’ll make some sandwiches, okay?”“PB and J?”“That’s not much of a dinner…” But I’m really too tired to argue.I guess it’s Kids one, Winona zero, on the dinner scale.I go make enough sandwiches for them all and distribute them. So much for discipline. Now I’m letting them eat in their beds.Another glance at the clock. Two hours late now. My patience is wearing thin. But I’m going to finish this evening on a happy note. I tidy the kitchen and put the dishes in the sink to soak.I don’t want to use the dishwasher all the time. We make things way too easy for ourselves. Once it’s in the drainer, I go and empty the bath and get the clothes and towels into the hamper.Then I go back past the girls' rooms and take their plates and kiss them goodnight. I tuck them in and lower their lights.I suppose they should clean their teeth. Well, once won’t hurt. I’m not getting them up again.I go and pour myself a glass of wine an
(Jayden)Lance leans back in his chair, one arm draped over the back, a beer in his other hand. We’re out on the balcony of my penthouse, the city stretched out in front of us like it always has been, but life looks a lot different these days.“Man, you ever think we’d be here? A few days out from a second wedding run?” Lance asks, taking a long sip from his beer. “You with four kids, me... well, still doing whatever the hell I’m doing.”I laugh, shaking my head. “Nah. Back in college, I figured we’d be tearing it up until we were fifty, still chasing girls and getting wasted every weekend.”“Well, one of us is doing that,” Lance grins, tipping his beer toward me. “You’re practically a family man. Settling down with Winona. Are you sure you’re ready?”I shrug, taking a drink from my own beer. “It’s been a wild ride, but... it feels right, you know?”Lance raises an eyebrow. “Even with all the shit that’s gone down? I mean, Judy, Gus, the whole Nexus Global empire—how are you not losin
(Winona)“Oh my God, you’re going to kill me, but I was thinking about another hen’s night,” Lisa says, leaning forward with that devilish grin she always gets when she’s up to something.I freeze, blinking at her. “No. Absolutely not.”Lisa’s grin falters. “What? Come on,”I shake my head, feeling the tension in my neck already building. “I don’t need another hen’s night, okay? I just want to focus on getting through this wedding without any more drama.”Lisa gives me a mock pout, but I can tell she’s not ready to drop it. “You’re seriously telling me you don’t want another night out with your girls? Come on. You’re killing me.”I set my glass down a little harder than necessary. “I’m serious, Lisa. No hen’s night. And definitely no more clubs. I’m done with that.”Lisa sighs, sitting back in her chair, but I can see her mind working. “Fine.”I groan. “Good. It’s done and dusted.”Lisa just shrugs, clearly not convinced. “Alright, fine, we’ll skip the party. But how are things betwee
(Jayden)I run my hand through my hair for the third time and stare at my reflection in the mirror. The suit’s sharp—tailored perfectly, every button in place. Today is the day. Again.My wedding day.“You good, man?” Lance asks, standing behind me in his own tux, straightening his tie for the hundredth time.“Yeah,” I lie, turning away from the mirror and checking my cufflinks instead.“Don’t sound like it,” Lance chuckles, sitting on the edge of the couch. “You’ve done this before, remember?”I shoot him a look. “Exactly. I’ve done this before. And the last time... she didn’t make it.”Lance’s grin fades a little, but he shrugs. “Different day, different circumstances. You know she’s coming this time.”I take a deep breath, my stomach still turning over itself. He’s right. Winona will be there. I know that. But the tension’s been high lately. Between Nexus Global, our plans, our clashes on how to raise the kids—there’s been a lot going on.I’m not blind to it. But I’m trying to bel
(Winona)The doors swing open, and there’s a collective gasp from the guests as I step into the aisle. I can feel all eyes on me, eager faces turning to watch as I make my way toward Jayden.My heart is pounding, but not from nerves this time—just excitement, pure and simple.The dress floats around me, the delicate lace catching the soft light as I move. It’s a modern cut, sleek and fitted through the bodice, with intricate old-fashioned lace detailing along the neckline and sleeves.The fabric hugs my curves, but in the most elegant way, and the long detachable skirt trails behind me, creating a dramatic, sweeping train. The long, lace-trimmed veil covers my face and blends down over the train perfectly.Every bit of it feels like a dream.Underneath the lace, there’s the smoothness of silk, soft and luxurious against my skin. And once the ceremony is done, I’ll detach the skirt and train, revealing the more understated reception dress underneath. It’s the perfect combination of cl
(Winona)As we walk back down the aisle, hand in hand, I feel a sense of calm wash over me. Everything feels perfect—the ceremony, Jayden, the kids. This is exactly how I imagined it should be.But as we step into the side room, away from the guests, there’s still one more moment that I’ve been waiting for. Jayden squeezes my hand, and we both turn to face Bobby, Sarah, and Abby, who are waiting with wide eyes.This isn’t just about the two of us—it’s about all of us.The adoption paperwork is laid out on a small table, and the judge stands nearby, ready for the next part of the ceremony. I catch Bobby’s eye, and he gives me a small, almost nervous smile.Sarah’s fidgeting with the hem of her dress, clearly excited but trying to stay calm.This is the moment we’ve all been waiting for—the one that makes us an official family.Jayden steps forward, his voice soft but firm. “Bobby, Sarah,” he says, looking at them both with a serious expression, “you two have been through so much, and
(Winona)The soft hum of chatter and laughter fills the grand ballroom, but all I can focus on is Jayden’s hand resting on my waist as we stand in the middle of the dance floor.The lights are dim, casting a warm glow over everything, and the music begins to swell as the DJ starts our first dance.Jayden’s eyes lock onto mine, a soft smile tugging at his lips as he pulls me close. “You ready for this, Mrs. Brennan?”I can’t help but grin. “I’ve never been more ready.”We start to move together, slow and easy, like we’ve done this a million times before. In a way, we have—through all the ups and downs, through the chaos and the heartbreak.But this time, it’s different. This time, it’s perfect.The world around us fades, the guests disappearing from my mind as I rest my head against Jayden’s chest, feeling the steady rhythm of his heartbeat under my cheek.His arms tighten around me, pulling me closer, and I let out a contented sigh.“We did it,” he whispers into my ear, his breath war