Alessandro POVThe baby stirred, his tiny fingers curling instinctively around Adrian’s thumb. It was such a small gesture, so insignificant to the rest of the world, but to Adrian, it was everything. His lips parted, a shaky exhale escaping as emotion welled up in his eyes. He held the baby close, his fingers brushing over the soft curve of his son’s cheek, reverence and disbelief written all over his face.“I’m sorry, Sarah,” Adrian whispered, his voice thick with regret. “For everything. I know I’ve let you down, and I don’t expect things to be the same. But I want to be here for him, for both of you, in whatever way I can.”Sarah inhaled sharply, her hand hovering just above the baby’s head before gently brushing against his fine hair. Her lips trembled, and she blinked back the moisture in her eyes before giving a small nod. “Thank you, Adrian. That means a lot. We’re going to need all the support we can get.”Her words resonated deep within me. This wasn’t just about past mistak
Sarah POVThe morning light streamed gently through the hospital room window, casting a soft golden hue over the crisp white sheets and the muted tones of the walls. The air was thick with the faint scent of antiseptic, mingling with the fresh flowers that sat on the bedside table a thoughtful gift from Alessandro’s sister. The world outside bustled with life, but within these four walls, time felt as though it had slowed, allowing me to soak in this precious moment.I sat on the edge of the hospital bed, cradling our newborn son in my arms, his tiny body swaddled snugly in a soft blue blanket. His delicate fingers curled into little fists, his face serene, lips slightly parted as he slept. My heart swelled with an emotion so profound, so overwhelming, that I found myself holding my breath just to savor it a little longer. The exhaustion from labor still clung to me, a dull ache in my bones, but it was overshadowed by the sheer wonder of this little life I had brought into the world.
Sarah POVI glanced down at the tiny face nestled against me, studying the delicate curve of his nose, the faint wisp of dark hair on his head. He was perfect. And he deserved a name that carried strength, that held meaning, that reflected the journey that had led us here.“I’ve been thinking about names that carry a sense of hope,” I said quietly, shifting slightly to cradle him closer. “Names that symbolize a new beginning, something that feels right for this moment and everything we’ve been through.”Alessandro nodded, his hand coming to rest gently on my shoulder. “That sounds perfect,” he murmured. “Do you have any in mind?”I hesitated, the names swirling in my mind like whispers in the wind. Finally, I gathered the courage to speak them aloud. “What do you think of Gabriel?” I asked, my voice barely above a whisper. “It means ‘God is my strength.’ It feels fitting, considering everything we’ve been through.”Alessandro’s expression softened, and he exhaled slowly, as if letting
Sarah POVAlessandro's expression softened as he listened, and I could see he was taking each name to heart. His gaze lingered on our son, his fingers tracing absent-minded circles on the bedsheet as he considered the names."Both are beautiful names, Sarah. Gabriel has a certain strength to it, and Luca... it feels like a beacon, something that shines through the darkness. I like them both."I smiled, feeling a bit more certain now. "I've always loved the name Gabriel. It's strong, but also gentle. And Luca... there's something about it that just feels right. Like it's a name that could carry him through anything."Alessandro leaned closer, gently brushing a stray lock of hair behind my ear. His touch was warm, reassuring. "Gabriel Luca," he said softly, testing the sound of the names together. "It has a good ring to it, don't you think?"Hearing the names together sent a warm feeling through me, a sense of peace that settled any lingering doubts. "Gabriel Luca," I repeated, letting
Sarah POVI leaned into Alessandro, feeling the warmth of his embrace as he wrapped his arm around me. The road ahead was still full of unknowns, but for now, we had this moment, this new beginning. And it was enough.As I looked at our son, I knew that we had chosen the right name. Gabriel Luca would grow up surrounded by love, by the strength of his family, and by the light that his name carried. He would know the complexities of our lives, and the challenges we had faced, but he would also know the power of love, resilience, and new beginnings.With Alessandro by my side and Gabriel Luca in my arms, I felt a deep sense of contentment. We were embarking on a new journey, one that wouldn't be easy, but one that was filled with the promise of hope, love, and light. Together, we would build a future that was worthy of the name we had chosen a future filled with strength and grace, just like our son.Just as I settled back into the embrace of the moment, the door to the hospital room cr
Sarah POVI glanced at Alessandro, who gave me an encouraging smile, his fingers brushing against my hand in silent support. Then I turned my gaze back to Adrian, aware that this was a moment where we all needed to find common ground, no matter how complicated things had become between us. There was a fragile stillness in the air, an unspoken acknowledgment of everything that had led us to this point."We were thinking Gabriel Luca," I said softly, watching Adrian’s reaction closely. "It’s a name that feels right for him, for everything we've been through."Adrian's expression shifted, the tension in his posture easing slightly. He repeated the name, almost testing it on his tongue. "Gabriel Luca," he murmured, his gaze settling on the tiny face nestled in my arms. "It's a strong name. It suits him."There was a moment of silence, a weight between us that was both familiar and unfamiliar. The past, the choices we had made, the wounds that hadn’t fully healed everything lingered just b
Adrian POVThe drive back to Sarah’s house felt strangely surreal, as though I were watching my own life unfold from a distance rather than living it. My grip on the steering wheel tightened as I followed Alessandro’s car, my mind a whirlwind of emotions I couldn’t quite untangle. The reality of everything Gabriel, the fragile truce between Sarah and me, the unspoken tension that lingered between all of us—pressed down on my chest, making it difficult to breathe. I hadn’t fully processed what it meant to be a father yet, but here I was, stepping into a dynamic where I already felt like I was on the outside looking in.Gabriel Luca. The name rolled in my mind, foreign yet undeniably his. The name of my son, a name I hadn’t had much say in. It was a small but potent reminder of how much had changed, how many decisions had been made without me, and how much of Sarah’s life had continued in my absence. But this wasn’t about me, I reminded myself. This was about Gabriel and the promise I h
Adrian POVI glanced toward Alessandro, who stood beside the bassinet, his focus entirely on Gabriel. There was something in the way he looked at him, something steady and unshaken, that made my stomach twist. His presence, his quiet confidence—it was infuriating. He was always calm, always steady, as if none of this fazed him. As if he had already accepted his place in Sarah and Gabriel’s life, while I was still struggling to figure out mine.As the evening stretched on, the weight in my chest only grew heavier. Every glance Alessandro and Sarah exchanged, every subtle touch between them, felt like a blade pressing deeper into wounds that had barely begun to heal. Every time Alessandro leaned down to check on Gabriel or brushed his hand over Sarah’s back in quiet reassurance, it was like a reminder of everything I had lost. A reminder that no matter how much I wanted to be the one Sarah turned to, the one she trusted and relied on, I wasn’t. I wasn’t the one standing beside her. I wa
Adrian POVEvery time I closed my eyes, I saw her. Sarah. Always Sarah. I saw her brushing a strand of hair behind her ear the way she always used to. I saw her smiling up at Alessandro like he was the center of her universe. I imagined them holding hands, walking side by side, whispering secrets, and building a future. A perfect couple—My dream, playing out with someone else. It was torture. A persistent, gnawing pain that never dulled, no matter how hard I tried to distract myself, no matter how many therapy sessions I endured.I couldn’t accept it. I refused to accept it. In my head, I kept replaying every conversation we’d had before things turned cold. Her voice, her expressions, the pauses between her words. I dissected them, twisted them, reinterpreted them. Looking—hoping—for something. A sign. A single word that might prove she still cared. That she might not be as sure about Alessandro as she claimed to be.And the more I fed that hope, the more it consumed me. It burned thr
Sarah’s POVThe moment we pulled into the driveway, a strange weight settled over me. The gravel crunched beneath the tires as Alessandro parked near the old porch, and Gabriel stirred in his car seat with a soft, sleepy sound.It was beautiful here, I couldn’t deny that. The farmhouse looked exactly the same as it had when Adrian and I visited once after our wedding—the same whitewashed walls, the wildflowers growing like they didn’t care about rules, the air thick with the scent of pine and sun-warmed earth. I hadn’t expected the memories to hit me so hard.Alessandro stepped out first, stretching and lifting Gabriel carefully from the backseat. “You okay?” he asked, offering me his usual quiet, steady look.I nodded, brushing my hair behind my ear. “Yeah… Just tired.”That was only half the truth.We hadn't even made it up the steps when I heard Adrian’s voice—too cheerful, too rehearsed.“There they are! You made it.”And then I saw her.Long legs, glossy dark hair, a laugh that s
Adrian POVTherapy was supposed to help.That’s what everyone kept telling me. My friends, my family, even Sarah—back when she still spoke to me like she cared. “Just try it,” they said. “It’ll help you work through your feelings. You’ll feel better once you understand what’s really going on.” And so, after months of resisting, I finally gave in. I made the call, sat through the awkward first session, and kept showing up every week like clockwork, expecting—hoping—for something to shift.But if I was being honest, every session seemed to peel my skin back and leave my nerves exposed. I didn’t feel better. I didn’t feel healed. I didn’t even feel understood. Instead, I left each appointment feeling more confused, more frustrated, and more convinced that Sarah was slipping through my fingers like sand—and that no matter what I did, no matter how hard I tried, I was utterly powerless to stop it.Therapy had become just another part of my routine. Like brushing my teeth or checking the me
Sarah POVI knew that if I wanted to truly move forward with Alessandro, I had to draw a line—one that Adrian couldn’t cross.Taking a deep breath, I typed out a message.Message to Adrian:Adrian, I need to be clear with you. I've chosen to be with Alessandro, and that means we need to set boundaries. I care about you as you are involved with my son, but I can't have you interfering in my relationship.Please respect that.My thumb hovered over the send button. A part of me feared how he would react—if he would lash out, try to manipulate me, or make me doubt my decision. But another part of me felt a quiet sense of relief. This was necessary. This was the right thing to do.I hit send.Seconds felt like hours as I waited, my stomach twisting in knots. I half-expected him to ignore the message or respond with something cryptic, something that would make me second-guess everything.But his response came quicker than I anticipated.Message from Adrian:I understand, Sarah. I don't want
Sarah POVAlessandro’s gaze lingered on me, his deep brown eyes searching mine for any sign of hesitation. I could feel the weight of his emotions pressing between us uncertainty, longing, fear. His jaw was tense, as if he was holding back words he wasn’t sure he was ready to say."Alessandro, you're right to ask," I said, my voice steady, though my heart was pounding. "I don't care about Adrian, I care about you. What happened to him... it was a moment of confusion, a mistake. I've realized that my heart has always been with you. That's why I told him we needed distance. I want you to know that you're the only one I want to be with."He exhaled slowly, crossing his arms over his chest, his posture still guarded. I could almost see the battle playing out in his mind—the part of him that wanted to believe me and the part that still held onto the pain of the past."And Adrian?" he asked finally, his voice softer now but firm. "What happens if he doesn't stay away?"I shook my head, step
Sarah POVA lump formed in my throat at the tenderness in his tone. I rested my head against his chest, listening to the steady rhythm of his heartbeat.“Me too,” I whispered back. “I’m so glad we’ve been able to work through everything. I’m committed to us, Alessandro. I want you to know that.”His hold on me tightened slightly, and he pressed a lingering kiss to the top of my head.“I know,” he said. “And I’m committed to us too. Whatever comes our way, we’ll face it together.”As exhaustion pulled me into sleep, I felt a rare sense of peace settle over me. The doubts that had once gnawed at the edges of my mind were beginning to fade, replaced by the quiet certainty that Alessandro and I were on the right path.But even as I embraced that sense of calm, a small part of me couldn’t ignore the lingering weight of Adrian’s last message. His words echoed in my thoughts more often than I wanted to admit. There was something unresolved there, something that refused to fade into the backg
Sarah POVHis words carried an unmistakable edge of jealousy, laced with something deeper frustration, maybe even desperation. I could hear it in the way Adrian spoke, the way he hesitated just a fraction of a second before choosing his words. He wasn’t ready to let go, that much was obvious. But I had already made my decision.I wasn’t going to let the past interfere with the fragile, beautiful thing Alessandro and I were rebuilding.Instead of answering Adrian right away, I chose to ignore the message, setting my phone aside with a steadying breath. The temptation to respond, to offer him some kind of closure, gnawed at me, but I resisted. The best thing I could do for myself for my relationship was to keep my distance. Even if it hurt.So I threw myself into work that day, immersing myself in tasks, focusing on anything that kept my mind from drifting back to Adrian’s lingering words. But even as I busied myself with emails and meetings, I felt the weight of the unresolved tension
Sarah POVHis words settled deep within me, reassuring me in a way I hadn’t realized I needed. But there was still one more thing I had to say, a truth that needed to be voiced.“I wanted to let you know that I spoke to Adrian,” I admitted, watching his face carefully. “I told him we needed some space. I want you to know that you’re my priority, and I won’t let anything or anyone come between us.”For a moment, Alessandro didn’t say anything. His expression was unreadable, but then his shoulders dropped slightly, and he exhaled a breath he had probably been holding for too long. When he finally spoke, his voice was steady, appreciative. “Thank you for that, Sarah. I appreciate it. I’ve been worried about how much he’s been around, but I didn’t want to pressure you.”I gave his hand a reassuring squeeze. “I understand,” I murmured. “But you don’t need to worry. I’m committed to making this work. We’ve come too far to let anything get in the way now.”His thumb brushed over my knuckles,
Sarah POVSarah's POVAs the days passed after Adrian's unexpected visit, the tension between Alessandro and me began to ease. We had successfully navigated a difficult moment, but I couldn't shake the nagging feeling that Adrian's presence was still a looming threat to our relationship. Even when things felt light and easy between Alessandro and me, a small, anxious voice in the back of my mind kept whispering reminders of the past—of Adrian’s influence, of the confusion he stirred within me. I knew I had to confront the situation head-on, not just for Alessandro's sake, but for my own peace of mind.It was a bright, clear afternoon when I finally decided to send a message to Adrian. The sun streamed in through the curtains, casting golden patterns on the floor, but despite the warmth of the day, I felt an unmistakable chill settle in my bones. The words didn’t come easily, but I knew they were necessary.Message to Adrian:Hi Adrian, I think we must maintain some distance for a whil