(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
(Jayden)I blink, adjusting to the light as I wake, feeling Winona’s body curled up against mine, her head resting on my chest. The quiet of the morning wraps around us.It’s one of those rare moments of peace. The kids are still asleep, no wonder. It was a night ending in wedding cake and ice cream. But for the first time in what feels like forever, there’s no rush, no tension. Just us.Winona stirs, her fingers brushing lazily over my skin. “Morning, Mr. Brennan,” she murmurs, her voice heavy with sleep.I grin, tightening my arm around her. “Morning, Mrs. Brennan. How’re you feeling?”She lets out a soft laugh, lifting her head slightly to meet my eyes. “Like I got hit by a truck, in the best way possible.”Last night flashes through my mind, the night we shared. Passion, relief, and love all rolled into one. I can’t help but smile. “You looked incredible yesterday. But you look even better now.”Winona rolls her eyes playfully. “Yeah I bet my bed hair and panda eyes are killer.”
(Winona)I can’t believe we’re here. Henry’s car seat is strapped securely in the back, and Jayden’s driving slower than I’ve ever seen him. The hospital discharged him today—our baby boy.Finally, after months of fear and sleepless nights, we get to bring him home. I glance back at him, his tiny little body bundled up in warm clothes and woolen hat.He’s still so small, but he looks so much better than the first time I saw him hooked up to a thousand machines. Now he looks like any smaller newborn, but he’s already been on the earth almost five months.“How are you doing back there, little man?” I say, though I know he won’t respond. I just like talking to him. His eyes are open, drifting slowly around as he takes in the world.Maybe I should have sat in the back with him. He doesn’t cry, but he looks squirmy. I hope I’m up to caring for him. I’m very, very nervous about it,Jayden glances at me, his hand resting on my knee. “You okay?”I nod, even though a lump forms in my throat. “
(Winona)It’s been a few days since we brought Henry home, and it feels like the house is running on a delicate balance of chaos and calm. The kids are adjusting to not being quite so noisy over the weekend, but it’s a lot.Jayden’s been amazing—stepping in with the older kids when I’m too exhausted, making sure everything is in order with Henry’s equipment, and juggling his own work in between. But I’m not forgetting he will be gone soon.Right now, Henry’s sleeping in the automatic swing next to me, his tiny chest rising and falling steadily. I don’t think I’ll ever get tired of watching him breathe.After everything, just seeing him here, breathing on his own... It feels like a miracle.Jayden took Bobby and Sarah out for a walk to the park, giving them some fresh air. Abby’s curled up on the couch, flipping through a picture book. She hasn’t let Henry out of her sight since we brought him home. Wouldn’t even go to the park.She’s obsessed, constantly asking to help feed him or tou