All Chapters of Wedcuffed: Chapter 151 - Chapter 160

Sarah POVI grabbed my hospital bag, which had been packed and ready for weeks, and made my way to the front door. The contractions were coming more frequently now, each one stronger than the last. I called for a cab and waited anxiously on the front porch, trying to focus on my breathing. My hands trembled slightly as I clutched my belly, whispering reassurances to the tiny life inside me.The cab ride to the hospital felt like an eternity. Each bump in the road sent a jolt of pain through my body, and I clutched the seat, willing myself to stay calm. The driver kept glancing at me nervously in the rearview mirror, but I barely noticed. I squeezed my eyes shut, inhaling and exhaling in a desperate attempt to control the pain. Finally, we arrived at the hospital. A kind nurse rushed to my side, helping me out of the cab and into a wheelchair before quickly whisking me away to the maternity ward.As I was wheeled into the delivery room, I heard familiar voices. Alessandro arrived, out

Sarah POVWith the nurse's departure, we were left alone to savor the quiet joy of our new family. Alessandro and Adrian took turns gently holding the baby, their faces lighting up with a mixture of awe and tenderness. The baby stirred slightly but remained asleep, his tiny form perfectly content."We're going to support you every step of the way. You have so many people who care about you," Alessandro said softly, brushing a hand over the baby's delicate head.Adrian nodded in agreement. "Whatever happens, we're in this together."As the day drew to a close, the sunlight streaming through the window cast a warm, golden glow over the room. We settled into a comfortable rhythm, taking turns holding the baby, sharing stories, and making plans. The challenges of the past felt distant, overshadowed by the joy and hope that our child had brought into our lives.The moments of laughter and quiet reflection were interspersed with practical discussions about the future. We knew there would be

Adrian POVSarah hesitated for a moment before nodding, her fingers tightening slightly around the fabric of the hospital blanket draped over her lap. There was something unreadable in her expression—uncertainty, perhaps, or maybe just the weight of the moment settling heavily between us. I held my breath as Alessandro, ever steady and composed, shifted the baby carefully in his arms and stepped forward.He met my gaze, his own filled with something I couldn’t quite place. Not resentment, not triumph—just a quiet understanding that, despite everything, we were both here for the same reason. Without a word, he handed me the baby, his movements careful, as though passing over something fragile, something sacred.As the small, warm weight settled into my arms, I inhaled sharply. My heart pounded, and for a brief, terrifying moment, I feared I might not be able to hold on, that my shaking hands would betray me. But then, tiny fingers curled instinctively around mine, a soft, barely-there

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 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