(Mike's POV).“Yeah, I’m just done meeting him, Love. I’ll be back to my office.” I told Emily as soon as I answered her call, trying to keep my voice casual.“Everything's alright? He didn't say bad words to you?”I chuckled and said, “although he said bad words to me, it doesn't mean anything, Love. Trust me, the bad words coming from my enemies or even him, means nothing. It won't make me down.”“I know you would say that, but still I'm worried.”I smiled when I heard her say that. “Meet you later, OK? I love you.”“I love you too, Mike. Be careful on the road.”Earlier today, during lunch, I mentioned to Emily that I was going to visit Ben in prison. I didn’t ask her to come along—I knew she wouldn’t want to see him after everything that happened. She had moved on, and honestly, so had I. But sometimes, things needed to be settled face-to-face, no matter how much time had passed.As I hung up the phone, I reflected on my earlier meeting with Ben. My nephew's arrogance was still th
(Mike's POV).“Next time, if she comes and just brings flowers or any other stuff, throw it in the basket. And if she asks or gets mad at you, tell her it’s my command.”I leaned back in my chair as I said this to my secretary. She nodded without a word, her eyes widening slightly before she turned and left the room. I knew she didn’t want to get in the middle of whatever was going on, but it couldn’t be helped. Ellen had to understand that showing up unannounced with gifts wasn’t going to work. Not anymore.I sighed, rubbing my temples as the door closed behind the secretary. Why couldn’t Ellen just give up? After all this time apart, she still showed up like nothing had happened, as if we hadn’t both moved on. Well, I had moved on—clearly, she hadn’t. I thought what we had was just… limited to the bedroom. There were no emotions, no strings, just a mutual understanding. Or so I thought.But Ellen had been around longer than anyone else. I couldn’t deny that. She knew me in ways m
(Mike's POV).“Shopping for our baby’s stuff is what I’ve been waiting for since I got pregnant, Mike.” Emily’s voice was full of excitement, her eyes sparkling with that unmistakable glow of motherhood.I looked over at her as we walked through the aisles of the baby store, and despite how many times I’d thought it, I couldn’t help but say it again in my head—she’s radiant. Seven months pregnant, and Emily looked more beautiful than ever. Sure, maybe it was the pregnancy hormones doing their magic, but I knew better. She’d always been beautiful, from the very start. Now, though, there was something more. She was glowing, full of life, and every time I looked at her, I was reminded just how lucky I was.“You know,” I said, trying to keep my voice casual, though I couldn’t hide my excitement, “if you want, we can design a room for the baby. I’ll get the best decorators to make it perfect. Anything you want, Love. You just say the word.”Emily turned to me, her hand resting gently on
(Emily's POV). “So, are you going to tell us the gender of your baby?” Linda asked, a playful grin dancing on her lips. I smiled at her, feeling a warm excitement flutter through me. “Of course, Linda. You have to be there. It wouldn’t be the same without you.” She laughed, rolling her eyes dramatically. “Oh, don’t worry, I’ll be there. After all, I wasn’t going to miss your wedding a few months ago, and now this? I’m definitely coming.” Her words brought back memories of that perfect day. Our wedding wasn’t the grand spectacle Mike had originally wanted—it was small, intimate, just the way I had always dreamed. I remember Mike trying to convince me to go bigger, to make a statement, but I had stood firm. All I needed were the people we loved there to witness it. In the end, even Mike admitted that it had felt right. “Remember that day?” I said softly, my mind still lingering on the memories. “The wedding?” Linda nodded, her smile softening. “I do. It was perfect. Sma
(Emily's POV).“Why are you still awake, Love?” Mike asked, his voice laced with sleep as he entered the dimly lit room. I looked up from my book, the pages slightly wrinkled from my restless fingers. “Just reading,” I replied, putting the book down on the table beside me. As I climbed onto the bed, the familiar warmth radiated from him, wrapping around me like a cozy blanket.I sat beside him, watching the way he propped himself up on one elbow, a flicker of concern crossing his handsome face. “You’re still thinking about Ellen, aren’t you?”His question hung in the air, heavy with unspoken worries. I searched his eyes, looking for honesty, trying to decipher the layers behind that charming facade he often wore. But Mike was a professional at masking his thoughts; it was hard to tell when he was being completely truthful. He also knew what made me couldn't sleep, that was why he asked.“Just a little,” I admitted, my voice barely above a whisper. The truth was, Ellen’s presenc
(Emily's POV)."Keep popping the balloons! The last balloon is your baby's gender!" the announcer shouted with boundless energy.I couldn’t help but smile at the excitement that rippled through the crowd. The air was charged with anticipation, and the sheer enthusiasm of our family and friends filled me with a warmth that spread from my chest all the way to my toes.This moment—it felt surreal, like a dream I didn’t want to wake from. My hand tightened around Mike’s as we stood before the line of balloons, each one a colorful mystery waiting to be burst.The relatives in attendance seemed almost too ambitious, as if they’d been waiting their entire lives for this spectacle. My parents, Mike’s parents, and even his old friends—faces lit up with joy, with some of the women whispering excitedly to each other while the men cracked jokes that I could only half-hear. I caught glimpses of their expectant faces, their eyes twinkling as they urged us on.With a determined squeeze, Mike and I
(Emily's POV)."Take care of yourself, Honey."Those were the words my father said as he hugged me tightly before we parted ways after the baby’s gender reveal. His arms, strong and warm, still carried that familiar sense of comfort that only a father’s embrace could offer. For a brief moment, I felt like a little girl again, being reassured that everything would always be okay as long as he was there. But now, I was about to be a mother myself. The realization hit me harder than it had all day.I nodded, pulling back with a soft smile, though I could see the worry lingering in his eyes. “You don’t need to worry, Dad. Mike’s always by my side. I’m in good hands.”My father’s gaze shifted to Mike, who stood beside me, his hand resting protectively on my lower back. There was a pause, a silent exchange between them, before my dad patted Mike’s shoulder with that firm, fatherly gesture. “Keep your word, Mike. She’s everything.”Mike grinned, his eyes lighting up with a mix of warmth a
(Emily's POV)."Morning, Mrs. Johnson. Breakfast is ready."Mike's voice was the first thing I heard, soft and warm, coaxing me out of the last remnants of sleep. I blinked my eyes open, the sunlight filtering through the curtains, casting a golden glow across the room. For a second, I thought I was still dreaming. Mike, standing beside our bed with a tray of breakfast in his hands, was not something I woke up to every day."Did you make this?" I asked, my voice still thick with sleep, disbelief coloring my words. Mike grinned, setting the tray on my lap as I sat up against the headboard. "Who else would it be?" He winked, taking a seat on the edge of the bed. "I’m a man of many talents, especially when it comes to taking care of my beautiful wife."I couldn’t help but smile as I leaned in, pressing a soft kiss to his lips. The gesture was small but full of gratitude. “Thank you,” I whispered against his mouth, savoring the warmth of his skin and the familiar scent of him—clean, w