تسجيل الدخولI caught up to Micah at the top of the staircase, his dinosaur-pajama butt already halfway down the steps. I trailed behind, tying my messy bedhead into a quick bun so I wouldn’t look completely feral when I hit the kitchen. And there they were. Mom and Dad. Being all… ugh. Lovey-dovey first thing in the morning. Gross. Dad had her backed up against the marble island, his arms looped around her waist while she laughed into his shoulder, coffee mug still in her hand. He was whispering something in her ear that made her swat at him playfully, her robe slipping off one shoulder. They looked like they were in their own little bubble, all soft smiles and inside jokes, like they’d forgotten the rest of the world existed. Or at least forgotten they had kids who could walk in at any second. I fake-gagged loud enough for them to hear. “Seriously? It’s not even eight a.m.” Mom glanced over, cheeks pink, but she didn’t pull away. “Good morning to you too, sweetheart. Sleep well?” “Until a
Ten Years Later… SARAPHINA✮⋆˙༺☆༻⋆˙✮I groaned into my pillow, yanking the blanket over my head like it could block out the entire world. My room was still a sleepy dark that meant it was way too early for anything good. But then came the voice, small but insistent, and way too cheerful for whatever ungodly hour this was.“Saraphina!”A tiny hand shoved at my shoulder, pushing hard enough that I rolled a little. I stayed buried.“Saraphinaaaa!”I growled under the covers, the sound muffled and pathetic even to my own ears. Fine. It wasn’t like he was going away anytime soon. I ripped the blanket down in one angry tug, ready to glare daggers at the tiny intruder who dared wake me on the most important morning of my life.But the glare died before it even reached my eyes.There he was, my little brother, Micah, standing on his tiptoes beside my bed in his dinosaur pajamas, his hair sticking up in every direction. Those big gray eyes staring up at me with pure, unfiltered hope. I si
Hi everyone ⸜(。˃ ᵕ ˂ )⸝♡We’ve officially wrapped up Book One, and Book Two kicks off right away with a time skip. I hope you’re all ready for it! I want to thank each of you from the bottom of my heart for sticking with me this far. I truly hope we can keep going on this journey together.That said, I’ll be honest: the interaction has been pretty quiet lately, so I’m never quite sure if anyone’s still waiting for the next chapter even though I try to update every day. If you’re enjoying the story, a comment, like, or review would mean the absolute world to me. I’d love to know what you’re thinking and feeling.Still, thank you so much for all your support—it really does keep me going. I appreciate you more than you know (*ᴗ͈ˬᴗ͈)ꕤ*.゚
Sophia’s gaze flicked between us and I could see the war happening behind those beautiful eyes.My throat felt tight. I wanted to reach out and pull her into my arms right then, but I knew better. Gage’s hand found mine on the floor between us, his fingers threading through mine. He gave me the smallest nod — Your Move, Baby — letting me lead while staying right there.I swallowed and kept my voice gentle, almost a whisper. “Sophia… we have a big house with a room that’s waiting for someone special. Lots of space to draw, to read, to be however quiet or loud you want to be. And we’d really love it if you wanted to come home with us.” I paused before adding, “To be part of our family.”Her eyes widened, the amber centers flaring brighter for just a second before she looked down again. She hugged her knees once more, but it wasn’t as tight this time. Then her small voice came out shaky, barely louder than a breath.“Yes.”My heart slammed against my ribs so hard I thought she might h
The day finally arrived.My heart hammered the entire drive to the adoption agency. Gage’s hand stayed firmly on my thigh the whole way, grounding me through my jeans. We were supposed to pick up a baby boy who was just a few months old, the little one we’d been matched with after months of paperwork, home visits, and careful hope. A fresh start. A tiny life who would never know the pain of waiting.But the moment we stepped into the bright visitation room, something shifted.While the social worker went to fetch the baby’s file, my eyes drifted across the large play area attached to the main room. And there she was.A cute nine-year-old girl sitting alone in the far corner, knees drawn up to her chest, arms wrapped tightly around them. Her dark hair fell in soft waves around her face, partially hiding her features, but when she glanced up, shy, almost startled, her eyes stopped me cold.Central heterochromia.A striking ring of warm amber-brown in the center of each iris, bleeding
THEA°❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:・Only then did I turn.I shifted slowly in his arms until I was facing him, our noses inches apart. “You… you want that?” I kept my hand pressed to his chest, feeling the steady thump of his heart under my palm. “Even though it won’t be… ours? Not from me?”Gage’s arm tightened around my waist, pulling me impossibly closer until our bodies were flush, my forehead resting against his. His free hand came up to cradle the back of my neck, thumb stroking slowly along my jaw in that commanding-yet-gentle way only he could manage.“Baby,” he murmured. “Look at me.”I did. Those steel-gray eyes held mine without flinching.“Any child we bring into this family will be ours. Blood or not, it doesn’t matter to me. Not one damn bit.” He pressed a slow kiss to my forehead, then another to the tip of my nose, his breath warm against my skin. “I’ve watched you survive things that would’ve broken anyone else. If we adopt, that kid gets the strongest, bravest, most loving mother on the
NOAH°❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:・I stumbled out of Mia’s apartment building, the door slamming shut behind me like a final fuck-you from the universe. The cold air hit me like a brick wall, slicing through my coat and straight into my bones, but I barely felt it. Honestly? I don’t feel a fucking thing anymore.The
I shook my head against his neck, tears threatening again. “Please. Just… don’t stop.”He went still for a heartbeat. Then his arms tightened around me, one hand sliding up to cradle the back of my head, fingers threading through my hair, the other pressing firm against the small of my back.“You’
THEA ⋆✴︎˚。⋆ .☘︎ ݁˖⋆⭒˚.⋆ I didn’t know how to feel. Last night had been a whirlwind of forced reconciliation, the kind where you swallow your pride and your hurt because holding onto it feels heavier than letting go. Mia had cried, swearing up and down that she hadn’t meant to tell Amelia, tha
Ellis nodded like that explained everything. “Ah. The classic Noah limbo. Women hate that shit, bro. They want labels, clarity, whatever. Me? I stay single for a reason. Girls are complicated as hell. One minute they’re cool with casual, next minute they’re crying because you didn’t text back fast







