Sophia’s POVI stepped into Emily's cozy apartment, carefully balancing the cake I'd brought. The pastel-colored icing read Happy One Month, Jared, and I hoped it would bring a smile to Emily's face. As I approached, I saw her seated on the couch, cradling Jared in her arms. Her eyes lit up when she saw me and the cake.“Oh, Sophia, you didn’t have to do this!” Emily exclaimed, her voice brimming with genuine happiness.I smiled warmly, setting the cake on the coffee table. “I wanted to. It’s a special milestone for Jared, and I thought a little celebration would be nice. Kayla told me she’ll drop by a little later too.”“Oh, that’s nice,” Emily said with a smile. “I only saw her once since she got back from Bali. Quite busy with her married life, I suppose.”“Yes, I think so. She and Connor are so in love, and I’m just really happy for them.”Emily carefully adjusted Jared in her arms, rocking him gently. “Yes, I know.” I watched her, noticing how she seemed sad but determined to t
Sophia’s POVI plopped into the cozy armchair by the window, my large tummy comfortably resting in my lap as I read a book. Reese was beside me, her tiny fingers gently rubbing my belly. She giggled with delight every time the baby inside me gave a little kick.“Mommy, can you feel the baby kicking?” Reese asked, her eyes wide with excitement.I nodded, smiling at her enthusiasm. “I can. She’s very active today. What do you think we should name her?”Reese’s face scrunched up in concentration as she thought it over. “Hmm, I want her name to start with the letter R, like mine.”I chuckled softly, my hand resting over hers on my belly. “Okay, let’s see. What names can you think of?”Reese tapped her chin thoughtfully. “Let me think… How about Raven or Roxy?”I grinned at her choice. “Both sound really lovely. I think they’re great names. Have your pick, sweetie. That’s what we’ll name your baby sister.”Reese grinned. “Let’s ask Daddy to vote!”Just then, the doorbell rang, interrupting
Elijah’s POVWe raced through the streets in the ambulance, the siren blaring, and my heart pounding in sync with the flashing lights. Every bump in the road seemed magnified, and every second felt like an eternity. Excitement and worry clashed inside me as I held my wife’s hand. “We’re almost there,” I whispered to her and she gave me a faint smile even amidst her pain. Her breathing was labored and her face was pale. I reached over, pressing a soft kiss to her forehead. “I love you, Sophia,” I whispered. “And I can’t wait to meet our little one.” She turned her head slightly to look at me, a small, strained smile forming on her lips. “I love you too,” she managed to say before a contraction hit her, causing her to grip the edges of the bed she was lying on. As we pulled up to the hospital, the emergency team was already waiting. They swiftly wheeled Sophia away, and I watched, helplessly, as they took her into the delivery room. My heart ached to see her in pain but was buoyed b
Elijah’s POV“Welcome to the world, little Roxy,” I said, gently bouncing our newborn in my arms as Reese tugged on my pant leg. She beamed up at me excitedly. “Daddy, can I hold her now? Please?”“Maybe later, sweetie,” I replied with a chuckle. “So many people are eager to see and hold her now… But you, you’ve got plenty of time to be the best big sister in the world.”Reese giggled, spinning around in her little dress. She had been over the moon since we brought Roxy home, proudly announcing her new role as big sister to anyone who would listen.Sophia sat across from us on the patio couch, her face glowing as she watched Reese run toward the garden to greet our guests. It had been two weeks since Roxy’s arrival, but the excitement in our house hadn’t worn off. This was why until now, I haven’t told Sophia about that dreadful message from Julia on the day Sophia had given birth to Roxy. I didn’t want to cause any unnecessary stress and worry. I looked around at the decorations—gl
Elijah's POVSoon the smell of food from the buffet table beckoned everyone to the garden. The chef I’d hired, one of my personal favorites, had gone all out. The spread was a perfect mix of gourmet and comfort—grilled meats, fresh salads, finger foods for the kids, and even a few fancy dishes that caught everyone’s attention.“Time to eat!” I called out, and the guests eagerly made their way to the table, plates in hand.The pièce de résistance was the cake—a stunning masterpiece that sat in the middle of the dessert table. The cake was a soft pastel blue with fluffy clouds swirling around the sides. At the top, there was a miniature hot air balloon, and the words “Welcome to the World, Roxy!” were written in delicate gold lettering. Sophia stood beside me, holding Reese’s hand as we all gathered around the cake. Reese, of course, was bouncing with excitement, tugging at my shirt. “Daddy, can we eat it now?”I chuckled and kissed the top of her head. “In just a minute, Reese.”As th
Sophia’s POV“Throw it out,” I whispered, barely able to get the words past the tightness in my throat. My heart pounded painfully in my chest as I held Roxy closer, her small, warm body nestled against mine. It was irrational, I knew that, but the fear that settled inside me felt too real, too immediate. The moment I saw those initials, it was as if Julia and Henry were right there, in our home, threatening everything we had rebuilt.Elijah didn’t move right away. He just stood there, staring at the music box in his hands, his expression unreadable. I could see the tension in his jaw, the way his knuckles whitened as he gripped it tighter.“Throw it out,” I repeated, louder this time, feeling more desperate. “I don’t want it anywhere near her.”Before Elijah could respond, Kayla rushed over, her eyes darting between us and the silver box. When she saw the initials, her face twisted with anger. “Those bastards,” she spat, her voice trembling with fury. “They’re still stirring up troub
Emily’s POVWhen I opened the door to my apartment, there was Phoebe, stretched out on the couch, one arm draped over her face as she slept soundly. And there, in the corner of the living room, was Jared’s crib, the soft blanket half-kicked off by his tiny feet as he squirmed in his sleep. I stood there for a moment, focusing on the little things I was grateful for. For one, I was thankful that Phoebe was here, safe, with me in the States. After what Isabelle had put her through in France, I knew the road to recovery wasn’t easy. But at least the truth had come out. I walked over to the crib and leaned down, gently adjusting Jared’s blanket. “Hello, my little Jared,” I whispered.He sighed softly, his tiny fingers twitching in his sleep. My heart overflowed with love, stronger and fiercer than ever.This little boy is now my world. My strength. My reason to keep going. “I don’t care what it takes, Jared. I’ll give you the best life.”I straightened up, glancing back at my older sis
Emily's POVI reached across and took her hand in a comforting gesture. “You’ll find something. I know you will. You’re smart, talented, and one of the hardest-working people I know. It’s only a matter of time before someone sees that.”Phoebe nodded, her shoulders relaxing a bit. “Thanks, Em. I hope you’re right.”“I am right,” I said firmly. “And if you need help with anything—reviewing applications, preparing for interviews—whatever it is, I’m here.”We shared a quick hug, brief but full of understanding and sisterly love. When we pulled apart, Phoebe seemed a little lighter, and so did I. “Don’t worry,” I told her. “Let me also ask Kayla and Sophia if they may know of any job openings for you. They do have plenty of connections.” “Thanks so much, Emily.” I could feel something negative rising within me then, something very familiar. Guilt. After all, it was my fault that all this had happened to her. If I hadn’t gotten entangled with Isabelle in the first place, our parents wou