Mag-log inLIVIA POV25th December, 2026…Christmas had a smell.It was a happy one. The Rosebud pack hospital room had that smell, I had observed it the night before, I couldn’t find words to describe it but it was softened entirely by the flickering glow of a decorative Christmas tree standing near the corner window.Outside, a light, pristine blanket of winter snow dusted May Town, but inside, the air was warm, and an overwhelming, dreamlike peace serenaded the atmosphere.I blinked my eyelids open, the morning light filtering softly through the blinds. My body ached with fatigue of bringing new life into the world, but as my eyes adjusted, the pain faded, replaced by a wave of staggering wonder.I had put to bed a perfect set of twins—a boy and a girl.I shifted slightly on the propped pillows, letting out a soft, breathy sigh.Across the room, standing near the bassinet bathed in golden morning light, was Tarian. He had shed his usual tailored jacket and crisp tie, wearing a simple black sh
LIVIA POV"What did you say?" he whispered, his voice trembling so violently I could barely catch the words. He stared down at me, his eyes wide and unblinking, as if he feared his own ears had deceived him.I looked up at him, a warm, radiant smile breaking through my tear-streaked face. I gently took his hand and guided it downward, pressing his palm flat against my lower abdomen, right where our child rested."I said... I'm pregnant, Tarian," I repeated softly, the words hanging like magic in the afternoon breeze. "You're going to be a father."For a long, agonizing heartbeat, he didn't move. He stood frozen, his chest barely rising.Then, the true meaning hit him.The shock dissolved, replaced by a wave of raw, staggering realization that washed over his sharp features. Tarian’s breath hitched, a ragged sound tearing from his throat.Tears streaming down his cheeks in hot rivers."A... a father?" he choked out, his voice cracking entirely. "Livia... are you... is this real?""It'
LIVIA POV"Tarian, I swear to the Moon Goddess, if you push me off a cliff or drive this car into a ditch while I can't see, I am never speaking to you again," I warned, laughing lightly as the soft silk scarf wrapped tightly around my eyes plunged me into total darkness."Trust me, my dramatic wife, I have no intention of destroying my own property," Tarian's rich, amused voice murmured from beside me in the back seat. He gently adjusted the knot of the blindfold, his warm fingers brushing against my skin. "Though I admit, keeping you in the dark is remarkably difficult when you talk this much.""Very funny," I retorted, though a wide smile stretched across my lips. I shifted in my seat, feeling the steady movement of the vehicle beneath us. "Seriously, Tarian... you've already done more than enough with the house. You don't need to go all out with surprises.""You are my wife," he replied simply, his tone shifting into one of quiet, unwavering conviction. "Doing everything in my pow
TARIAN POV"Close your eyes, or I swear I am picking you up and carrying you across the threshold like an absolute caveman," I warned with a soft chuckle, keeping my hand gently over Livia’s eyes as I guided her up the front steps of the private house.Livia laughed, her hands coming up to rest over mine. "You wouldn't dare! Besides, I'm perfectly capable of walking without tripping over my own feet for once.""Doubtful, considering your history with doorsteps and gardens," I teased, stepping forward and pushing the double doors wide open. I dropped my hand, letting her finally look. "Alright. Open them."Livia blinked against the bright afternoon light flooding the foyer. As her eyes adjusted to the expansive, warm-toned interior, her breath caught entirely in her throat."Tarian..." she whispered, her dark eyes wide and shimmering with unshed tears as she stepped slowly into the sprawling living space. "This... this is amazing.""Do you like it?" I asked, walking up behind her and r
LIVIA POVTears spilled down my face, hot and blinding, as I slowly turned around to face him. I was turning red and the more I tried to contain my emotions, the more my tears flowed, The living room felt miles wide, the silence between us heavier."I don't know what else you want from me, Tarian," my voice shook, cracking violently in the quiet air. "You told me to pack my bags. You told me you regretted ever meeting me. What else is there left to break?"Amelia, standing a few paces away with her bag slung over her shoulder, glanced between us. She offered a soft, understanding nod, stepping past us toward the front doors. "I'll wait outside with the car," she murmured, leaving us alone in the vast foyer.Tarian took a slow step forward, his eyes shining with unshed tears. "So that was it? You were just going to turn around and leave me again?""I believed you hated me," I answered, my voice dropping into a broken whisper as I wrapped my arms tightly around my chest. "When your moth
TARIAN POVThis had to be one of the toughest decision I will ever make, the golden pen felt heavy, like a block of solid lead in my hand. I stared down at the arrest document bearing my mother's name, knowing that the stroke of my signature would legally fracture what was left of my family name forever.I raised my head, looking across the living room at the woman who had birthed me."Why?" I whispered, my voice cracking under the weight of a grief so profound it felt like my ribs were caving in. "How could you do this to me?"I was emotionally shattered. The woman I had trusted, the mother who had supposedly guided my steps and protected our bloodline, was now standing before me accused of murdering the woman I had once loved."Did you know how twisted it was?" I yelled, taking a step toward her, the fury boiling over into raw agony. "Did you know how sick it was to plot the death of my beloved, pregnant wife Moriah... and then sit across from me at the dinner table every single day







