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 POVAs the night stretched on, I found myself studying Alessandro. The way he moved, the way he interacted with Sarah, the way he seemed so effortlessly in control of every situation. He was composed, unwavering, always knowing exactly what to say. And Sarah… she responded to him in a way that made my stomach churn. The way she looked at him, the way she laughed softly at something he said, it was all too much.Then, a dark thought flickered through my mind—brief but potent.What if he wasn’t here?If Alessandro was gone, would things be different? Would I finally have the chance to rebuild what I had lost with Sarah? Would I finally be able to step into the role of the father I so desperately wanted to be without feeling like I was constantly competing with another man?The thought startled me with its intensity, but it refused to fade. I wasn’t a violent person. I didn’t wish harm on Alessandro. But… what if something happened? What if he simply wasn’t around anymore? Would S
Adrian POVAs the evening wore on, I found myself retreating into my thoughts, the noise of their conversation fading into the background. I watched the way Alessandro interacted with Sarah, the way she responded to him, and the anger inside me began to fester again. It was like they had their own language, a shorthand that I couldn't break into. Every laugh, every shared glance, was another reminder of how far I had fallen in Sarah's eyes.When Alessandro got up to leave, saying he had some work to catch up on at home, I felt a strange mixture of relief and dread. Relief that he was leaving, giving me some space, but dreaded the thought of being alone with Sarah, knowing that I couldn't compete with the image of him that was so clearly etched in her mind."I'll see you tomorrow," Alessandro said to Sarah, his voice low and affectionate. Then he turned to me, giving me a nod that felt almost condescending. "Adrian.""Yeah," I replied, barely able to muster a civil tone. I watched him
Sarah POVIt's been two weeks since Alessandro left for Italy, and the house feels different without him. The air is quieter, lighter in a way, yet there's an undercurrent of tension that never fully dissipates. Without his presence, the balance I had carefully maintained feels unsettled, as if something vital has been removed, leaving an unfamiliar void. Adrian has been around more often—helpful, attentive, and making a clear effort to insert himself into Gabriel's routine. He volunteers for small tasks without being asked, offers to help with errands, and seems determined to prove his worth as a father.I see it in the way he watches Gabriel, how he adjusts his behavior to make things easier for me, as if he's trying to remind me of the man he used to be or perhaps convince me that he has changed. There is a quiet determination in him now, an unspoken insistence that this—whatever fractured version of a family we have—can work. But I’m not sure it’s that simple.Adrian’s presence is
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