LOGIN“Almost done…” she murmured, leaning in with a touch of gloss for my lips. I couldn’t help but laugh at how serious she looked, as if I were some delicate art piece she was trying to perfect. Finally, she stepped back with a smile. “There. Now, the dress.” Amber was already at my side, helping m
Hannah The next morning, I woke with a flutter in my stomach that had nothing to do with morning sickness. Sunlight filtered softly through the curtains, casting a warm glow over the room. I blinked up at the ceiling, letting that first realization sink in. It was the day of our wedding. In le
Hannah Mornings had gotten louder since Melody learned to walk. And she wasn’t just walking—she was trying to run, arms flapping and her chubby legs barely holding her up as she went. This morning, she seemed to be hell bent on dashing down the hallway as Noah tried to brush his teeth and I hunted
I laughed, hoping it sounded more natural than I felt. “Hey, I can spoil you once in a while if I want. Just because it’s a Thursday doesn’t mean I can’t surprise you.” We chatted about our day as we ate, filling each other in on all the usual things. But every so often, his eyes would flicker to
Hannah My hands shook a little as I straightened the delicate flower crown over Melody’s soft hair, adjusting it so the petals framed her tiny face just right. She blinked up at me with those wide, innocent eyes, slapping her hands contentedly on the top of her high chair. I smiled as I ran my f
Hannah By the time we stepped out of the ring, it felt as if my entire body was on fire. Every muscle seemed to be taut, every heartbeat one thump away from shifting. I couldn’t tell if I wanted to run circles around the building or maybe tear up the walls like a caged animal. What was wrong wit
Nodding, I rubbed her back in large circles. “You’re welcome. Now, let’s get you settled in the spare room. You need some rest.”I needed the rest, too.…The next morning, I woke up early and headed to the kitchen. I decided to make a fancy breakfast for Viona and myself—Belgian waffles with fresh
HannahThe room was mostly dark once Noah closed the door, but I still felt just as exposed. My toy continued vibrating beneath the sheets, my fingers fumbling to shut it off.“Get out!” I growled, my embarrassment quickly turning into anger when he just stood there, staring at me. “What are you doi
HannahThe man smiled down at me, his piercing blue eyes meeting mine. I could feel my friends bristling with excitement behind me, causing my cheeks to flush red.“Oh, thanks, but that’s not necessary,” I said, flashing my wedding ring. “I’m married.”The man’s eyes flickered to my ring, but to my
Hannah & NoahHannah’s POVDrake’s hand found my waist as we began to move to the music. His touch was light, almost hesitant, as if he—Drake, the supposed playboy and womanizer—couldn’t believe that this was happening.“You look... stunning,” he said, his eyes roaming over my red dress. “Not that y







