Justin POVAs soon as I saw her wince, clutching her palm, I knew something was wrong. Without a word, I stepped to the refrigerator, grabbed a bag of frozen peas and returned to her. She stood there, biting her bottom lip as if trying to hide her discomfort."Here." I said, holding her hand gently and pressing the cold bag against her palm. Her skin was warm under my touch and the small furrow between her brows tugged at something inside me I couldn’t name.Before I could step back, she pulled me into a hug. The gesture caught me off guard, but I didn’t resist. Her head rested against my shoulder and I felt her relax against me, her frame soft yet grounding.I stood there, uncertain for a moment, before my arms slowly circled her. Hugging her back felt...natural, almost too natural. This wasn’t supposed to be part of the plan. She wasn’t supposed to get to me like this.But damn it, she was.Isabella was nothing like I expected. Sweet, soft and kind—yet surprisingly stubborn and re
Justin POVFrom the bedroom balcony, I leaned against the railing, shaking up my bottle of protein shake and watching her down by the shore. Isabella was barefoot, her light dress flowing in the breeze as she bent to pick up seashells, carefully placing them into a bucket. Peach darted around her, barking and chasing the waves.Isabella held her beach hat with one hand, trying to keep it from flying away in the breeze as the puppy circled her feet. What is she even doing? Collecting seashells like a kid.Shaking my head, I turned away, taking a swig of my shake. As I stepped back into the room, my phone started ringing from where I’d left it on the sofa.Sonia. Her name lit up the screen, but I didn’t bother answering. I set the phone down and walked to the floor mat in the corner, taking another sip before putting the shake on the nightstand. I wasn’t in the mood for her probing—questions about how the “honeymoon” was going, about Isabella or about when she could expect grandkids
Justin POV"Yeah." I muttered into the phone, barely listening to Sonia’s endless rambling. "Everything’s fine here.""Bye." I said curtly, eager to end the conversation. I glanced over at Isabella, who was glaring at me like I’d just committed a crime. Before I could hang up, Isabella’s hand was suddenly cupping my jaw. She squeezed my cheeks together, forcing my mouth into some ridiculous face as her lips silently mouthed, "Say “Mom”." She tilted her head, batting those ridiculous puppy-dog eyes at me. I raised a brow at her.Did she really think that was going to work on me?…Apparently, I played along."Bye…Mom." I gritted out, each syllable more painful than the last.Isabella’s grin lit up her whole face, a little too smug for my liking, as I ended the call and tossed the phone aside."You’re relentless, wife." I muttered, running a hand over my face."And who’s a good boy?" She teased, tilting her head at me like she was addressing a misbehaving puppy.I smirked but kept my
Justin POVThe sun dipped low on the horizon, a golden glow casting over the calm waters surrounding my yacht. I leaned against the balcony railing, a glass of wine in my hand. Isabella lay stretched out on the outdoor sofa, her legs curled slightly, her hair spilling over the cushions in soft waves. A book rested in her hands, its cover sporting the title The Glass Castle. Occasionally, she reached for the bowl of strawberries and grapes beside her. She smiled as she read, her fingers grazing the fruit before popping one into her mouth.I watched as Peach, the little furball, darted back and forth across the deck like she was on a sugar high.I sipped my wine, savoring the crisp tang of the liquid. Unable to resist Isabella's peaceful image any longer, I headed down. She didn’t look up when I approached, too engrossed in her book. I set my wine glass down on the table before settling into the space beside her. Her lips curved faintly as I gently lifted her legs and placed them
Justin POVWe sank into the cushions, my lips trailed along her jawline and left a trail of kisses down her neck, drawing a soft whisper of my name from her. "Justin..."Her fingers threaded through my hair, her soft, uneven breaths carrying my name like a whispered melody.My hand rested on the curve of her neck as I moved closer, my hips pressing forward between her legs. A sweet, breathless moan slipped from her lips, drawing me further into the moment.My other hand drifted upward, brushing against her breast. Her body responded, warm and inviting, even through the fabric beneath my touch. But, just as my thumb grazed over her perky nipple, a sudden bark rang out, shattering the moment entirely.Peach.The little menace leaped onto the sofa, tail wagging furiously and breaking the moment.Isabella pushed against my chest, her cheeks flushed as she quickly stood up. She scooped up the squirming furball, cradling the puppy in her arms. "Peach!"I sat back, running a hand through m
Isabella POV By the time we returned to New York, Justin and I headed straight to the hospital. Miss Sonia sat by Stephanie’s bedside, her face pale and weary from days of worry.Justin’s stepfather, Mr. Tom, was still on the earliest flight back, having been away on business.The doctors had updated us shortly after we arrived. Stephanie had been driving under the influence and crashed her car. She’d been in a coma for almost a week now. Miss Sonia filled in the gaps, her voice shaky but composed.The days since our return had been heavy and silent. Justin barely spoke to me, his focus entirely on his little sister. I didn’t take it personally; I figured this was his way of coping.I sat quietly in the chair by Stephanie’s bed, watching her fragile frame lying motionless. Justin had left the room earlier, likely to argue with the doctors again. He’d been restless, demanding updates and second opinions, as though sheer determination could pull her out of this.I sighed, reaching
Isabella POVThe doctor opened his mouth to respond, but I gently tightened my hold on Justin’s arm and turned him toward me."Justin, let me handle this," I said softly, looking up at him. "Please. The twins need you right now. Go check on them and see if everything’s okay in Stephanie’s room."His jaw clenched as he glanced back at the doctor. But, when his eyes met mine, I could see the flicker of exhaustion beneath his frustration.After a brief pause, he exhaled heavily and nodded. "Fine." His voice was low, his eyes lingering on me before he turned and walked away.I watched him retreat, then turned back to the doctor with an apologetic look."I’m sorry about that," I began, my tone calm and understanding. "He’s exhausted and worried."The doctor’s stance relaxed slightly and he gave a small nod. "I can understand that.""I know there are risks involved," I continued carefully, "but Justin isn’t entirely wrong. Being at home, surrounded by family, could give her a much-needed e
Isabella POVThe car ride from the pastry shop to my parents’ house felt longer than it actually was. Dean and Ben sat in the front seats, as I stared out the window, my thoughts spinning. Seeing the shop closed earlier had been a shock. It was rare for Mom to close the shop during the day, unless something serious happened.When we pulled up in front of the house, Ben slightly turned to me. "Do you want us to come with you, ma’am?"I shook my head, forcing a small smile. "No, it’s fine. Just wait here."Dean gave me a short nod.As I stepped out of the car, I smoothed my dress and made my way to the front porch. The neighborhood was quiet as I raised my hand at the door, knocking a few times. It didn’t take long before the door swung open to reveal my Mom, her expression shifting from surprise to sheer joy in a heartbeat."Isabella!" She exclaimed, wrapping her arms around me before I could say a word."Hi, Mom." I managed to say, my voice muffled by her embrace.She pulled back,
Isabella POVI blinked against the dimness of the room, stretching slightly under the warmth of the covers. Turning my head, my gaze settled on Justin, slumped over on the sofa in the corner.His laptop sat open on the coffee table, the screen dark but still on. He’d fallen asleep there again, his tie loosened and his shirt wrinkled, one hand loosely resting near the keyboard.I slipped out of bed as softly as I could so I wouldn’t wake him. Pulling a blanket off the chair near the bed, I walked over to him. For a moment, I stood there, watching him breathe steadily.I didn't know how he managed to push himself like this night after night.Carefully, I unfolded the blanket over him, adjusting it slightly so it covered his shoulders. Then, I closed his laptop and stepped back.Turning, I made my way out of the bedroom. The house was quiet and bathed in darkness. I walked down the hallway toward the kitchen as I combed a hand through my tangled hair. My stomach rumbled softly, looki
Isabella POV That’s all it was supposed to be—six months."Just fine?" She pressed gently, her brows lifting ever so slightly.I managed a faint smile, brushing the subject off. "Yeah. Justin’s busy with work and I’m just trying to…do my part." Her eyes lingered on me, searching for more. She wasn’t buying my vague response, but I didn’t give her the chance to push further."Stephanie...Justin's sister—she’s in a coma." I said quietly, placing the glass on the table.Mom’s face instantly fell, her hand flying to her chest. "Oh, Isabella, I’m so sorry to hear that. Your father mentioned something about it, but I didn’t want to assume the worst."She reached out to place a comforting hand on mine. "How’s Justin holding up? And the family?"I hesitated, unsure of how to respond. "I'm not sure, honestly. Justin doesn't talk much about how he's feeling. He's just...focused on getting her the best care possible."Her lips pressed into a thin line as her eyes studied me. "And what about y
Isabella POVThe car ride from the pastry shop to my parents’ house felt longer than it actually was. Dean and Ben sat in the front seats, as I stared out the window, my thoughts spinning. Seeing the shop closed earlier had been a shock. It was rare for Mom to close the shop during the day, unless something serious happened.When we pulled up in front of the house, Ben slightly turned to me. "Do you want us to come with you, ma’am?"I shook my head, forcing a small smile. "No, it’s fine. Just wait here."Dean gave me a short nod.As I stepped out of the car, I smoothed my dress and made my way to the front porch. The neighborhood was quiet as I raised my hand at the door, knocking a few times. It didn’t take long before the door swung open to reveal my Mom, her expression shifting from surprise to sheer joy in a heartbeat."Isabella!" She exclaimed, wrapping her arms around me before I could say a word."Hi, Mom." I managed to say, my voice muffled by her embrace.She pulled back,
Isabella POVThe doctor opened his mouth to respond, but I gently tightened my hold on Justin’s arm and turned him toward me."Justin, let me handle this," I said softly, looking up at him. "Please. The twins need you right now. Go check on them and see if everything’s okay in Stephanie’s room."His jaw clenched as he glanced back at the doctor. But, when his eyes met mine, I could see the flicker of exhaustion beneath his frustration.After a brief pause, he exhaled heavily and nodded. "Fine." His voice was low, his eyes lingering on me before he turned and walked away.I watched him retreat, then turned back to the doctor with an apologetic look."I’m sorry about that," I began, my tone calm and understanding. "He’s exhausted and worried."The doctor’s stance relaxed slightly and he gave a small nod. "I can understand that.""I know there are risks involved," I continued carefully, "but Justin isn’t entirely wrong. Being at home, surrounded by family, could give her a much-needed e
Isabella POV By the time we returned to New York, Justin and I headed straight to the hospital. Miss Sonia sat by Stephanie’s bedside, her face pale and weary from days of worry.Justin’s stepfather, Mr. Tom, was still on the earliest flight back, having been away on business.The doctors had updated us shortly after we arrived. Stephanie had been driving under the influence and crashed her car. She’d been in a coma for almost a week now. Miss Sonia filled in the gaps, her voice shaky but composed.The days since our return had been heavy and silent. Justin barely spoke to me, his focus entirely on his little sister. I didn’t take it personally; I figured this was his way of coping.I sat quietly in the chair by Stephanie’s bed, watching her fragile frame lying motionless. Justin had left the room earlier, likely to argue with the doctors again. He’d been restless, demanding updates and second opinions, as though sheer determination could pull her out of this.I sighed, reaching
Justin POVWe sank into the cushions, my lips trailed along her jawline and left a trail of kisses down her neck, drawing a soft whisper of my name from her. "Justin..."Her fingers threaded through my hair, her soft, uneven breaths carrying my name like a whispered melody.My hand rested on the curve of her neck as I moved closer, my hips pressing forward between her legs. A sweet, breathless moan slipped from her lips, drawing me further into the moment.My other hand drifted upward, brushing against her breast. Her body responded, warm and inviting, even through the fabric beneath my touch. But, just as my thumb grazed over her perky nipple, a sudden bark rang out, shattering the moment entirely.Peach.The little menace leaped onto the sofa, tail wagging furiously and breaking the moment.Isabella pushed against my chest, her cheeks flushed as she quickly stood up. She scooped up the squirming furball, cradling the puppy in her arms. "Peach!"I sat back, running a hand through m
Justin POVThe sun dipped low on the horizon, a golden glow casting over the calm waters surrounding my yacht. I leaned against the balcony railing, a glass of wine in my hand. Isabella lay stretched out on the outdoor sofa, her legs curled slightly, her hair spilling over the cushions in soft waves. A book rested in her hands, its cover sporting the title The Glass Castle. Occasionally, she reached for the bowl of strawberries and grapes beside her. She smiled as she read, her fingers grazing the fruit before popping one into her mouth.I watched as Peach, the little furball, darted back and forth across the deck like she was on a sugar high.I sipped my wine, savoring the crisp tang of the liquid. Unable to resist Isabella's peaceful image any longer, I headed down. She didn’t look up when I approached, too engrossed in her book. I set my wine glass down on the table before settling into the space beside her. Her lips curved faintly as I gently lifted her legs and placed them
Justin POV"Yeah." I muttered into the phone, barely listening to Sonia’s endless rambling. "Everything’s fine here.""Bye." I said curtly, eager to end the conversation. I glanced over at Isabella, who was glaring at me like I’d just committed a crime. Before I could hang up, Isabella’s hand was suddenly cupping my jaw. She squeezed my cheeks together, forcing my mouth into some ridiculous face as her lips silently mouthed, "Say “Mom”." She tilted her head, batting those ridiculous puppy-dog eyes at me. I raised a brow at her.Did she really think that was going to work on me?…Apparently, I played along."Bye…Mom." I gritted out, each syllable more painful than the last.Isabella’s grin lit up her whole face, a little too smug for my liking, as I ended the call and tossed the phone aside."You’re relentless, wife." I muttered, running a hand over my face."And who’s a good boy?" She teased, tilting her head at me like she was addressing a misbehaving puppy.I smirked but kept my
Justin POVFrom the bedroom balcony, I leaned against the railing, shaking up my bottle of protein shake and watching her down by the shore. Isabella was barefoot, her light dress flowing in the breeze as she bent to pick up seashells, carefully placing them into a bucket. Peach darted around her, barking and chasing the waves.Isabella held her beach hat with one hand, trying to keep it from flying away in the breeze as the puppy circled her feet. What is she even doing? Collecting seashells like a kid.Shaking my head, I turned away, taking a swig of my shake. As I stepped back into the room, my phone started ringing from where I’d left it on the sofa.Sonia. Her name lit up the screen, but I didn’t bother answering. I set the phone down and walked to the floor mat in the corner, taking another sip before putting the shake on the nightstand. I wasn’t in the mood for her probing—questions about how the “honeymoon” was going, about Isabella or about when she could expect grandkids