Zoe's P.O.V.The next day, I stand in front of the mirror, getting ready for college. A smile isn't leaving my face as flashes of the previous day revolve around my mind. It was the first day after I moved into Sky's apartment, and it was perfect.In just one day, Sky made love to me in many positions, and it's quite shocking that I'm still left craving more. I'm so sore, yet I want to feel him inside me again.What is he doing to me?Oh my God, the way he teased me yesterday when Selena called me. It was so amazing. After that, the orgasm I experienced blew my mind.It was another kind of thrill. I'm certain today Selena is going to tease me to no end."Sky... I can't hide the mark. Why did you give it here?" I complain as I try hard to hide the deep red hickey on my neck with the concealer.Sky chuckles, approaching me. "Because, Trouble, I wanted everyone to know you're mine."God! His possessiveness will kill me one day.I roll my eyes as a smile tugs at my lips. "I never thought
Sky's P.O.V.One Month LaterI pound into Zoe hard and fast, her body pinned against the locker, her legs wrapped tightly around my waist. Her eyes are half-closed in pleasure, and I place my hand over her mouth to silence her moans, making sure no one hears us outside the locker room.I have a match later today, and this is Zoe's unique way of wishing me good luck. Seriously, I can't think of a better pre-game ritual.It's been a month since Zoe moved in with me, and I can confidently say it's been a month of living in heaven. Going on dates with her on the weekends, falling asleep at night in her arms, and waking up next to her each morning—it all feels surreal and perfect. Our lives have become so wild and passionate that I can hardly remember a time when we were just friends.In this one month, I've fucked Zoe in every corner of my penthouse, in the car, in the college's washroom, finger-fucked her in the library and cafeteria around a few people, and even in the back row of the m
Zoe's P.O.V.I wake up in Sky's arms in the morning, naked and feeling content. It's been a month of blissful mornings like this, and my favourite thing is waking up a few minutes early just to admire my man.I trace his jaw with my finger, smiling as I remember the countless moments we've shared since I moved in. Living with Sky has been more incredible than I ever imagined.Sky, as my best friend, was amazing, but as my boyfriend, he's on a whole new level. He's caring, passionate, and always knows how to make me feel special.I gently brush a lock of hair from his forehead, admiring the peaceful look on his face as he sleeps.Every moment I spend with Sky is filled with joy and contentment. I always knew Sky's girlfriend would be so lucky to have him, but I never thought I would be that lucky woman. Sky is the perfect life partner. Truly. Every clumsy and troublemaking girl deserves a man like him.And the way he's fulfilling my sexual fantasies is the cherry on top. He's so wild a
Zoe's P.O.V.After classes, I head to the basketball court, as always, excited to meet my Sky. He's already there, shooting hoops and looking incredibly handsome. Whenever I see him, I forget about everything that bothers me. Seriously, this man has some magical power to take away all my stress.He spots me and waves with a big grin on his face. As I approach him, he teases me with a playful smirk. "Ready to lose?"I roll my eyes. "In your dreams."I know I'm going to lose because I've played basketball only a few times, and I'm not exactly tall, but it's fun to banter with him.He laughs, tossing me the ball. "Alright, Trouble. Let's begin."I catch it awkwardly before dribbling the ball, feeling a bit clumsy.You can do this, Zoe! Give it a shot.Encouraging myself, I run for the basket, trying to score. As expected, I miss the shot, and the ball bounces off the rim, but Sky still cheers for me."Nice try, Trouble! You almost had it." He laughs, catching the ball."Yeah, yeah," I hu
Zoe's P.O.V.After a Week"Shit! My cramps." I emerge from the bathroom after putting on a sanitary pad, my hand on my belly and my face contorted with pain. The pain of period cramps is one of the worst things in the world.I shuffle over to the couch and curl up in a ball, trying to find a comfortable position. The heating pad I've been using isn't helping much today, and I just want the pain to go away.As Sky enters the room, his brows furrow in worry at seeing my state. He rushes to me, asking, "Trouble, are you alright?" His eyes filled with concern are fixed on me.I let out a small groan, shaking my head. "These period cramps will kill me one day.""Hey, don't say that. You'll be fine," he reassures me, bending down and caressing my hair."How? Oh God..." I cry out, shutting my eyes."Zoe, relax. I know a way. I'll be right back." He dashes out of the room. I sit up, holding my stomach, praying for this pain to go away.A few minutes later, he returns with a cup. "Here's some
"Zoe? Zoe, are you still there?" As I hear Officer Harris's faint voice through the phone, I return to reality.Sobbing, I struggle to pick up my phone, my hands shaking. "Yes, I'm here. I'm coming to the hospital," I respond with great difficulty before ending the call.I grab my car keys and rush out.As I sit in the car, I fumble with my phone and dial Alex's number. Tears blur my vision, and my hands are shaking so badly that I almost drop the phone. I feel suffocated, as if someone is choking me by grabbing my neck."Hello." As Alex answers the call, a whimper escapes my mouth."Zoe... Are you alright? What happened?" He questions, his voice filled with concern."It's Sky. He's been in an accident." I hiccup. "I'm on my way to Jacobi Hospital." My voice shakes as I tell him. "Alex, I'm so scared for him.""Zoe, breathe. It's going to be okay. I'm coming to the hospital too. Just hang in there, okay?" He tries to reassure me, but all I can do is nod, fiddling with my pendant even
Sky's P.O.V.I slowly regain consciousness, blinking against the harsh lights above me. My body feels heavy and sore.Fuck! I feel like my head is about to explode.I notice the faces of Alex and Selena hovering above me, relief visible in their eyes. But my eyes search for the woman with the bangs. My Trouble. Where is she?"Hey, man." Alex gives me a gentle smile. "You scared the hell out of us. I'm glad you're alright."I give him a faint smile, but my eyes dart around the room, desperately looking for Zoe. I need to see her, to tell her I'm okay, to hold her hand and feel her warmth. I can't even imagine what she must have gone through when she found out about my accident. It must have been so hard for her.But where the hell is she? She should be here. I hope she's alright.Before I can ask about her, my dad enters the room, his eyes filled with concern and love. He steps closer to my bed. "Sky, thank God you're alright.""Yeah, Dad. I'm okay." I murmur, passing him a small smile
Zoe's P.O.V.As I enter Sky's penthouse, the place we've made our home over the past month and a half, fresh tears trickle down my cheeks. Every corner of the apartment is filled with memories of us.I wanted to spend the rest of my life with him here, but deep inside, I knew that happiness wasn't written in my cards. God would take Sky away from me, just as I lost my family. I was certain that destiny would play this cruel trick on me.As I step into the living room, I picture Sky chasing me because I stole the last piece of pizza. "Trouble, we had a deal to split this last piece," I recall him saying. I replied, "I don't remember any such deal." His laughter echoes in my mind—a sound I desperately long to hear again.As I walk into the dining area, I see myself sitting on his lap, giggling while he feeds me, teasing me."Sky, stop it! I can feed myself." I laughed, trying to grab the fork from him. "But you're such a messy eater," Sky teased, holding the fork just out of my reach
Alex’s P.O.V. Six Months Later We’re on holiday with our little daughters, Ella and Lexi. Their names are inspired by ours—Ella, taken from Stella’s name, with her golden eyes resembling her mommy’s, and Lexi, from mine, with hazel eyes just like mine. Honestly, it feels like it was just yesterday when I held them in my arms for the first time. They’re growing up so fast that sometimes I feel like pausing the time and cherishing every little moment. Sitting on the sand by the beach, Ella and Lexi laugh in unison as their mother dances crazily in front of them to make them smile, giving me the perfect moment to capture their photo. They look adorable, as always, in their matching onesies and white caps. My little flowers. And their mother, my flower—she isn’t any less stunning. The way she moves with no care in the world and her laughter rings out over the sound of the waves is mesmerising. She is dressed up in a white summer dress, and her hair sways in the breeze, adding to her b
Stella’s P.O.V.Two Months LaterIt’s the last month of my pregnancy, and Alex is massaging my feet. My stomach has grown so much from carrying twins that it has become hard to handle. Every movement feels like an effort. This month is getting so difficult, but I try to remind myself it’ll be worth it when I finally meet our mini-versions.Alex looks up at me, concern etched in his features as he kneads the arch of my foot. “You okay, Flower? You’ve been so quiet.”I let out a sigh, leaning back against the pillows as I close my eyes for a moment. “It’s just... everything feels so heavy now, Alex. I feel like I’m going to burst sometimes.”He pauses before lifting my foot to give it a soft kiss. “You’re doing amazing, Stella. Just a little longer and we’ll have our mini versions here. And then I’ll be there with you every step of the way.”I’m exhausted, but hearing him say that makes everything feel a little easier. “You know I’m so lucky to have you.” I give him a smile.He slides h
Stella’s P.O.V.I’m going for shopping with Zoe. We sit in the backseat, resting our hands on our baby bumps. It was our choice to marry on the same day, but it was God’s choice to make us pregnant together. But I’m loving it. Getting pregnant with your bestie is another kind of fun.We laugh as we compare cravings, complain about swollen feet, and talk about our husbands, who bear our mood swings without a single complaint.“You know,” I say between laughs, “my babies only get active when Alex kisses me or when we…” I pause with a smirk, lowering my voice, “You know… when we have sex.”Zoe rolls her eyes. “Lucky you! My baby stays active all the time. I feel them moving all day long.” She rubs her belly with an exaggerated sigh. “And guess what? They’re active even now.”I chuckle, shaking my head. “Well, they’re definitely taking after their mommy—always energetic and never sitting still.”Zoe narrows her eyes in horror and turns her attention to her bump, caressing it. “No, no, lit
Alex’s P.O.V.As I step into the room through the glass door, holding my pregnant wife in my arms, the curtains flutter in the breeze, making the atmosphere even more beautiful and intense. Our eyes filled with desire are fixed on each other.I lay her down gently on the bed and stand in front of her before pulling off my shirt. Her gaze grows darker as she watches me, biting her lips in anticipation.As I climb above her, placing my hands on either side of her, her fingers trace my bare chest. “Still can’t believe it—you’re my husband. So damn perfect and hot.”“This hot and perfect man is all yours, Flower.” As I tug the blue ribbon from her hair, her hair tumbles loose, framing her face. She lies beneath me, looking absolutely stunning with a smile on her face.“Yes, mine.” Her eyes glint as her hands slide down to my jeans. When her hand slips inside and squeezes me over my boxers, a groan escapes my throat.“Fuck, Stella.” I clutch the ribbon in my hand as she boldly takes the le
Alex’s P.O.V.A Few Years LaterStella and I walk hand in hand along the beach, the gentle waves brushing against our feet.I can’t take my eyes off her. She’s glowing, looking more beautiful than ever. It’s not just the warm sunlight or the way her hair dances in the breeze—it’s the life growing inside her. Not one, but two mini versions of us, created from our love. She’s wearing a simple white crop top paired with a long blue skirt, but she looks ethereal.“You’re staring again,” she says with a smile, her free hand resting on her bare, rounded belly.I grin, shaking my head. “What can I do, Stella? Even before your pregnancy, I couldn’t take my eyes off you. But now…” I glance at her baby bump as I add, “now you’re even more breathtaking. This glow, this beauty—it’s unlike anything I’ve ever seen.”As she looks down at her belly, her smile fades slightly. “And here I feel like crying most days because nothing fits me anymore. Not a single piece of clothing!” She pouts at me.I sto
Stella’s P.O.V.A Few Months LaterThe church is adorned with white roses and golden lights. Alex and I walk down the aisle, arm in arm, to take our seats. Mom is standing at the altar with Henry, their hands clasped together, their love for each other visible at every glance.In the past few months, Henry has proven just how much he loves my mother, and he’s shown us that he’s nothing like her past two husbands. I’ve seen how happy she is these days—how he makes her feel safe and cherished, just like Alex does for me. I’m truly glad that Mom has finally found a life partner who will always treat her with the love and care she deserves.Alex and I settle in the front row, sitting next to Henry’s sons, Sebastian and Xavier. They greet us with polite smiles.I fix my eyes on the altar, and tears of joy gather in my eyes as I watch her. I’ve never seen her look so full of hope and happiness. Please God, always keep her happy like this.Alex notices and leans closer, brushing his fingers
Stella’s P.O.V.Dinner with Mom feels different tonight. There’s an energy about her—a spark in her eyes I haven’t seen in years.As we sit around the table, eating the pasta she made, she clears her throat. I glance up and catch the slight nervousness in her expression.“There’s something I’ve been thinking to tell you both,” she finally speak up, her eyes swaying between me and Alex.I pause, my fork midway to my mouth. “Mom, what is it?”She sets her fork down and looks at me with a smile. “About a month ago, I reconnected with someone from my past… my college sweetheart.”My fork clatters onto my plate as I sit up straighter. “Your college sweetheart?”Mom nods, her cheeks tinged with a blush. “Yes. His name is Henry. We had to separate because my parents forced me to marry your father. But now…” She pauses, her eyes shining with a mix of emotions. “Now we’ve found each other again. He’s single, I’m single, and… we’ve been spending time together. It’s been wonderful.”I glance at
Alex’s P.O.V.Three Months LaterI’ve been healing gradually from the truth I discovered about my father three months ago.I’m certain I would’ve completely lost myself if Stella hadn’t been there for me during this time. She helped me find myself again and stood strong, even though I know she herself was healing from the trauma of taking someone’s life.Her mother protected Stella by ensuring her name didn’t come up during the police investigation. She lied, claiming that she hit my father in self-defence, which ultimately led to his death.Even though he was a monster, it’s been hard for Stella to accept that she killed someone. But during this time, we’ve become each other’s strength.We’re now living in an apartment I bought near our college. All of my father’s properties were in my name, but I donated them to charity. I didn’t want to keep anything that belonged to that man. However, I kept the beach house because it’s close to my heart. That place has always given me some kind o
Alex’s P.O.V.“I love you more, Alex.”These words are like a lifeline, pulling me out of the storm I’ve been drowning in. I can hardly believe my ears. For so long, I’ve waited to hear those words from her lips.Suddenly, all my pain disappears, and the only thing I feel is immense satisfaction. Stella’s confession means so much to me. It means she is finally ready to give me her heart completely. She trusts me. She is giving love a second chance.I stop walking, frozen in the moment. All the darkness, the guilt, the fear—it’s still there, but her words make it bearable.I glance down at her in my arms. Did she really say it? Or is my mind playing tricks on me?Carefully, I lower her to the soft sand near the water, the waves lapping gently at the shore, their sound as peaceful as always.I cup her face in my hands, brushing her cheeks with my thumbs. “Say it again, Please, Stella. Say it again.” I request, fixing my eyes on her.Her eyes are filled with immense affection, and she sm