she stood in her doorway, Margaret on one side and Max approaching from the other. Charlie's cries from inside the apartment grew louder, adding to the tension."Alice?" Max called again, concern clear in his voice. "What's going on?"Before Alice could respond, Margaret stepped forward, a cold smile on her face. "Oh, don't mind me. I'm just here to have a little chat with Alice about her son. Our son, I should say."Max reached them, his eyes darting between Alice and Margaret. "Who are you?" he asked Margaret, moving protectively closer to Alice."I'm Margaret," she said sweetly. "Carson's fiancée. Or I was, until Alice here stole him away."Alice felt her temper flare. "I didn't steal anyone, Margaret. You need to leave, now."Just then, Alice's phone buzzed. It was Carson. "Don't answer that," Margaret said sharply. "We wouldn't want to spoil the surprise, would we?"Max looked confused and worried. "Alice, what's she talking about? What's going on?"Alice felt torn. She needed to
In the days following Margaret's confrontation, Alice felt a weight lift from her shoulders. The constant fear that had been her companion for weeks was finally gone. As she watched Charlie play on his baby mat, giggling at the colorful toys dangling above him, she felt a sense of peace she hadn't experienced in a long time.A knock at the door made her look up. It was Carson, right on time for his daily visit. Ever since the incident with Margaret, he had been coming by every day, sometimes just for a few minutes, other times staying for hours."Hey," he said softly as she let him in. His eyes immediately went to Charlie, a smile spreading across his face. "How's our little guy doing today?"Alice felt a warmth in her chest at his words. Our little guy. It felt right somehow. "He's great. Just had his afternoon nap, so he's full of energy."Carson knelt down next to Charlie, who immediately reached for him with chubby hands. "Hey buddy," Carson cooed, picking him up. "Did you miss yo
The morning sun streamed through the curtains as Carson packed his suitcase. He was preparing for his trip back to London, a journey he'd been putting off for too long. It was time to face his family, to explain his absence, and to resume his work at the company headquarters.As he folded a shirt, his mind wandered to Alice and Charlie. The past few weeks had been a whirlwind of rekindled emotions and growing closeness. With Margaret's threats behind them, Carson had felt free to pursue the family life he'd always wanted.A knock at the door interrupted his thoughts. It was Alice, Charlie balanced on her hip."Hey," she said, a soft smile on her face. "We thought we'd come say goodbye before you leave."Carson's heart swelled at the sight of them. "Come in," he said, reaching for Charlie. The baby gurgled happily, recognizing his father.As Carson held his son, he felt a pang of regret about leaving, even if it was just for a short while. "I'm going to miss you both," he said, looking
The ride home from the hospital was quiet, with Charlie sleeping peacefully in his car seat. Alice sat in the back with him, unable to take her eyes off her son. Carson had hailed a cab to take them home.Carson sat at the front with the cab man occasionally glancing in the rearview mirror at his little family, a mix of relief and love washing over him.As they pulled up to Alice's apartment building, Carson turned to her. "Why don't you both stay at my place tonight? I'd feel better if we were all together."Alice nodded, too exhausted to argue. "Okay, but we'll need to stop here first to pick up some things for Charlie."Once inside Alice's apartment, Carson insisted on packing while Alice tended to Charlie. As he moved around the small space, gathering clothes and toys, he was struck by how much he wanted this - not just visits and shared moments, but a real, everyday life with Alice and Charlie.With bags packed and Charlie settled, they made their way to Carson's larger apartment
"You're getting married?" Maxwell's voice was barely above a whisper, his face a mask of disbelief.Alice nodded, her eyes downcast. She had invited Maxwell to a quiet cafe and near her apartment, knowing this conversation wouldn't be easy. "Yes, Carson proposed last night. After everything that happened with Charlie's kidnapping, we realized life's too short to waste time."Maxwell sat back in his chair, his coffee untouched. The bustling café seemed to fade away as he processed Alice's words. "I see," he said finally, his voice tight. "And you're sure about this?"Alice looked up, meeting his gaze. "I am, Max. I know it might seem sudden, but Carson is Charlie's father. We have a chance to be a real family now."Maxwell's jaw clenched. He had known this was a possibility, had seen the way Alice and Carson had grown closer during the search for Charlie. But hearing it confirmed felt like a physical blow."What about us?" he asked, unable to keep the hurt from his voice. "Alice, I tho
So, how did Maxwell take the news?" Carson asked, his voice laced with concern as Alice walked through the door.Alice sighed, hanging up her coat and kicking off her shoes. "Not well," she admitted, moving to join Carson on the couch where he sat with Charlie. "He was hurt, angry even. I... I think we might have lost him as a friend."Carson wrapped an arm around her, pulling her close. "I'm sorry, love. I know he meant a lot to you."Alice leaned into Carson's embrace, reaching out to stroke Charlie's soft hair. The baby gurgled happily, oblivious to the adult concerns swirling around him. "It's for the best," she said softly. "We need to focus on our future now. Speaking of which, have you told your family yet?"Carson's face lit up with excitement. "Not yet. I wanted us to do it together. What do you say we give them a call now?"Alice nodded, a mix of nervousness and anticipation fluttering in her stomach. "Okay, let's do it."Carson had already explained everything concerning hi
"Three weeks to go," Carson said, wrapping his arms around Alice from behind as she stood in front of the calendar. "Are you ready for this?"Alice leaned back into his embrace, a mix of excitement and nervousness fluttering in her stomach. "As ready as I'll ever be. Though I'm not sure I'm prepared for the whirlwind that is your mother."Carson chuckled, pressing a kiss to her temple. "Don't worry, love. I'll protect you from Hurricane Elizabeth."As if on cue, Alice's phone rang. It was Carson's mother, Elizabeth MacPherson, calling for their daily wedding planning check-in."Alice, dear!" Elizabeth's voice bubbled through the speaker. "Have you decided on the flowers yet? I was thinking roses and lilies would look lovely together."Alice shot Carson a helpless look. "Um, not yet, Mrs. MacPherson. I'm still considering our options.""Oh, please call me mother" Carson's mother insisted. "We're going to be family soon! Now, about the seating arrangements..."After a lengthy conversati
The grand Manchester Hotel's lavish suite did little to soothe Margaret's frayed nerves. She paced the plush carpet, her designer heels sinking into its softness with each step. Across the room, Maxwell sat in an armchair, his fingers steepled under his chin, a calculating gleam in his eyes."Are you certain this will work?" Margaret asked, pausing to face him.Maxwell's lips curled into a cold smile. "Trust me, my dear. I have connections that can make people disappear without a trace."Margaret's perfectly manicured nails tapped against her arm as she considered his words. "And what about Carson? He's not a fool. He'll come looking for her.""That's where your part comes in," Maxwell replied, rising from his seat. He walked to the window, gazing down at the bustling Manchester streets. "You'll need to keep him distracted. Use your history, your charms. Whatever it takes."A bitter laugh escaped Margaret's lips. "My charms? The man left me at the altar. He won't even look at me now."