ログインThe reception unfolded beneath a canopy of string lights Eloise had insisted on, despite both twins assuring her, multiple times, that the garden's natural beauty needed no additional decoration."Every celebration needs string lights," she'd said firmly, the one design opinion she refused to compromise on, and standing beneath them now, the warm golden glow scattered across the small gathering of people who actually mattered, I understood exactly why she'd held her ground.I sat at the head table, my swollen feet finally elevated on a cushioned stool Killian had practically wrestled away from a confused caterer, watching the small crowd mingle with an ease that felt, after everything, like its own small miracle.Cole found me first, sliding into the seat beside me with a plate piled embarrassingly high with appetizers."Okay," he said, mouth half full, "I need to formally revise my earlier skepticism. That ceremony actually made me cry, and I have genuinely cried at very few things i
The botanical garden looked like something out of a dream by the time I arrived, late afternoon sunlight filtering gold through rows of flowering trees Eloise had apparently negotiated into early, deliberate bloom through sheer force of horticultural persistence.I stood at the edge of the garden's central path, my hand resting on Cole's arm since I'd refused, on principle, to be walked down anything resembling a traditional aisle by anyone meant to represent giving me away."You look terrified," Cole murmured, glancing down at me with genuine concern beneath his teasing."I'm not terrified," I said, smoothing the soft fabric of my dress over my rounded belly. "I'm just standing at the edge of something enormous and trying to remember how to breathe normally.""That's the literal definition of terrified, short stack.""Fine. I'm terrified. Happily terrified."The small crowd gathered along the garden path turned as we began walking, perhaps thirty people total, far smaller than either
The night before our gathering, I couldn't sleep.It wasn't nerves about the commitment itself, not in any way that felt like doubt. It was the strange, suspended quality of standing at the edge of something enormous, the last quiet evening before an entirely new chapter began, the kind of feeling I imagined people described before major surgeries or long flights to unfamiliar countries, anticipation and apprehension tangled together so thoroughly I couldn't separate one from the other.I'd agreed, at Eloise's gentle insistence, to spend the night before the ceremony alone, a small concession to tradition even within a ceremony that defied nearly every other convention. Killian and Kade were staying at a hotel near the venue, the two of them sharing a suite with what I imagined was either companionable ease or barely restrained chaos, depending entirely on whether Killian had remembered to pack anything beyond the suit itself.My phone buzzed around midnight. Kade.Can't sleep. Killia
Planning a wedding that wasn't technically a wedding turned out to be considerably more complicated than either of us anticipated."We can't call it a wedding," Kade said, sitting at my kitchen table with a notepad covered in crossed-out terminology, looking genuinely stumped for the first time in months. "Legally it isn't one. I don't want anyone confused about the actual legal standing of this, especially given how much scrutiny our family already attracts.""Commitment ceremony sounds like something from a documentary about a cult," Killian said, sprawled on my kitchen floor for reasons that remained unclear even to him, idly bouncing a tennis ball off the ceiling. "We need something better.""Union celebration?" I offered, twenty-six weeks along now and increasingly disinclined to care about semantic precision when my feet were swollen and my back ached in three distinct places."Better," Kade said, writing it down. "Still not quite right, but better."We landed eventually, after
We managed to keep the pregnancy private for nearly two months, which, given the particular fishbowl quality of my professional life, felt like a small miracle in itself.It ended the way most of our private matters seemed to end eventually, through a leak nobody could quite trace, a grainy photo of me leaving an obstetrician's office circulating through the same gossip blog that had once printed the lobby photo of Killian leaning into my space all those months ago.The headline this time carried a different, almost gleeful energy.The $2 Billion Baby? Mia Perez Spotted Leaving Prenatal Appointment, Carter Twins Still in the Picture.I expected the old wave of dread to hit, the same visceral panic that had once sent me sprinting for a bathroom stall to hide from the world's speculation. Instead, sitting in my office reading the comments with a strange, detached calm, I found I simply didn't care nearly as much as I once had."You're not panicking," Priya observed, dropping by with her
The test itself was almost anticlimactic, a simple blood draw at a private clinic Kade had vetted personally, the kind of quiet, clinical efficiency that felt strange compared to the emotional weight we'd all been carrying around it.The results were scheduled to take ten days. We spent those ten days trying, with varying degrees of success, to live normal lives in the meantime.I went back to work, throwing myself into a contentious licensing dispute that demanded enough focus to occasionally drown out the constant, low hum of anxiety sitting beneath everything else. Killian threw himself further into the youth center, organizing an entire summer program that hadn't existed before his arrival, channeling his nervous energy into something productive rather than letting it curdle into the old, restless chaos he might once have indulged.Kade, characteristically, handled his anxiety by simply being present, more present than I'd ever seen him, showing up not just on our designated weeke
He chose the bowling alley.I almost laughed when I saw the address, the absurdity of it landing somewhere between sweet and devastating, given everything that had happened since the last time we'd stood under those buzzing fluorescent lights together.The lanes were empty when I arrived, the place
Three days passed before I saw either of them again.The silence wasn't dramatic, no slammed doors, no ambushes in lobbies, no formal requests through the internal system. It was just absence, a quiet, careful distance that felt somehow more unsettling than every chaotic confrontation that had come
"A man called me," I said carefully, watching Kade's face for any flicker of the answer he hadn't given yet. "Said he used to work for your family. Said he had information about the attack five years ago that your mother left out when she told me her version."Kade set his coffee down with delibera
I didn't sleep.I sat up most of the night with the email open on my laptop, the cursor blinking beside that unfamiliar phone number, my mind cycling through every possible scenario until exhaustion and adrenaline blurred together into something close to delirium.By the time the sun came up, weak







