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
Antoine’s POVI stood at the entrance of Emily's apartment building, my hands shoved deep into my pockets to stop them from trembling. My heart raced as I looked up at her window, and I could feel the anxiety clawing at my chest. I wasn’t sure how she’d react to seeing me here. But when I heard Phoebe was settling down in the city, looking for a job, I thought maybe... just maybe, I could help. Not just for her sake, but for Emily’s. I wanted to show her I wasn’t the same person I used to be. That I cared about her and her family, about the people she loved.And Jared. God, I want to be a part of his life, not just a fleeting visitor in the background.I swallowed hard and took a deep breath before knocking on the door. My hand lingered in the air for a second, hesitating, before it landed on the wood.A moment later, the door opened. Emily stood there, staring at me in surprise. She looked shaken. Her eyes narrowed, but she didn’t say a word.“Emily,” I started uncertainly. She did
Antoine's POVI knew I was asking a lot. She hadn’t let me hold Jared since he was born, and even though I’d come by to see him once or twice a week, I had only ever been allowed to watch him play or sleep or eat. Emily bit her lower lip, her gaze shifting from me to Jared. I could see the internal struggle on her face, and I knew she was torn. She had every reason to say no. I had given her more reasons than I’d care to admit. But I couldn’t help but wonder if helping Phoebe had put her in a position where saying no wasn’t as easy. A bitter thought crept into my mind—maybe that was why I did it. Maybe I had intended it that way, subconsciously, and that realization made me feel sick.For a long moment, Emily didn’t say anything. She stood there, her eyes full of conflict, but then, slowly, she nodded. “Okay... but just for a little while.”I couldn’t believe it. My heart raced as I stepped forward, reaching out cautiously. Emily lifted Jared from the crib, holding him close for a se
Elijah’s POVIt was strange waking up without Sophia next to me. For the past few months, she'd been home, and we'd settled into a routine. But today was different—she was back to work temporarily because Trevis had a high-profile client demanding only her for a real estate project. That left me home with the girls. Reese was easy enough. Roxy, on the other hand, was a whole different story.I stood in the kitchen, staring at the formula tin, instructions blurring in front of me. It couldn’t be that hard, right? Just mix the powder with water and shake. I grabbed a bottle, dumped what I hoped was the right amount of formula into it, and filled it with water. The formula floated at the top like clumps of flour.“Come on…” I muttered, shaking the bottle vigorously. Nothing. I swirled it around. Still nothing.Reese, my four-year-old, was sitting at the counter, watching me with an amused expression. “You’re doing it wrong, Daddy,” she said, swinging her legs back and forth. “Mommy shake