LOGINBella PovWe got married on a Saturday in October fourteen months after the proposal. Sixty people in a rented garden with string lights strung between the trees and wooden chairs in two short rows and Nathan having strong opinions about where the cake table was positioned that the venue coordinator ultimately accommodated because it was easier than arguing with a seven year old who had clearly thought about this more than anyone.I wore ivory and nothing like the first dress. Damian wore dark navy which Nathan had personally selected at the suit fitting and defended vigorously when both Damian and the tailor suggested grey. Nathan wore a matching vest and carried the rings in a small velvet pouch and a second pouch of flower petals because we had said he could do both and nobody came up with a compelling reason to revise that decision.Tanya stood beside me. Frank from Damian's support group stood beside him. My mother sat in the front row in blue and did not offer commentary on a
Bella PovI was still crouching when I said yes and Damian made a sound I will never forget and Nathan threw both arms in the air and shouted something that was half word and half pure noise that startled the ducks near the pond into brief alarm.Damian slid the ring onto my finger and stood and I stood and he held me and then Nathan wedged himself between both of us from the side and refused to be displaced."I'm going to be in the wedding right," Nathan said, his voice muffled against Damian's jacket."You are absolutely going to be in the wedding," Damian said."As the ring bearer or the flower person," Nathan said."Whichever one you want," I said."Both," he said without hesitating."Both it is," Damian said.We sat down in the grass eventually because Nathan wanted to tell the ducks what happened and Damian and I sat next to each other and I looked at the ring while he watched me look at it. The stone was simple and clean and the setting was low and it was nothing like
Damian Pov I had been planning it for three weeks and every time I started mapping the details I went back to the one fixed point which was that it had to be simple and honest and somewhere real. The park where Bella and I had our first date ten years ago was a forty minute drive from the city but Nathan loved the open space and the duck pond and Bella had mentioned the park twice in the past year in passing like she still thought about it.I told Nathan the plan the night before. He sat very still while I explained it which was how I knew he understood it was serious."What do I do," he said."You come out from behind the tree when I get down on one knee," I said. "That's it. Just stand there.""Should I say anything," he asked."Only if you want to," I said.He considered this. "I'll decide in the moment," he said."Good plan," I said."Do I look serious enough," he asked. He tightened his arms across his chest to demonstrate his intended posture."Very serious," I said.
Damian Pov Six months of dating and I had opened and closed the ring tab online four times before I finally called Dr. Williams and said the thing I had been avoiding saying out loud."I want to propose to Bella," I said. "I've been thinking about it for months and I keep stopping myself and I need to talk through it.""What keeps stopping you," she asked."Fear," I said. "Specifically the fear that she'll say no. Not because she doesn't love me but because she doesn't trust me enough for marriage yet. And if she says no I have to figure out how to keep co-parenting and co-existing with that answer between us.""That's a real possibility," she said. "Are you prepared for it.""No," I said honestly. "But I'm also not prepared to never ask. The wondering would be worse than the no. I know that already.""Tell me why you want to propose," she said. "Not what you're afraid of. Why you want to do it."I thought about it for a moment. "Because I want to be her husband," I said. "No
Bella Pov My mother had been holding it in for two months and I knew because silence from my mother on a subject she disagreed with was never actual silence. It was pressure building. On a Sunday afternoon while Nathan was in her backyard she set her tea down on the counter with a small deliberate sound and I knew the conversation had arrived."I need to say something about Damian," she said."Mom," I said."Hear me out," she said. "You came home broken. I watched you rebuild from nothing. I watched you sleep on my couch for weeks and I watched you cry every night and I watched you build the agency and the apartment and your whole life back from zero. And now you're choosing to go back to the person who caused all of that.""He's different now," I said."You said that before," she said. "Back when you were still married. He's working on himself you said. He's in therapy you said. And then the trial happened and every detail came out in a courtroom and you had to sit there and h
Damian Pov Nathan had been watching us for weeks with the careful attention of someone conducting a silent investigation. Every time Bella came to pick him up or I dropped him off he noted how long we talked at the door and whether we were smiling and at what and how close we stood. He was seven now and sharp in a way that kept catching me off guard.One evening while I was tucking him in he folded his hands on his chest and looked at the ceiling the way he did when he had decided to say something serious."Daddy," he said. "Are you and Mommy dating."I sat on the edge of his bed. "What makes you ask that.""Because you looked at your phone during my soccer game," he said. "And then you smiled like it was Mommy texting you. And now you smell different when she's around.""I smell different," I repeated."Like you put on more of the good spray," he said. "The one you save."I tried not to smile at that. "Yeah buddy," I said. "We're dating."He sat up fast and the blanket went
Bella PovA package arrived at the hospital. The nurse brought it to my room with a smile."Someone sent you something nice" she said.I opened the package. Inside was a framed photograph. Me. From Ethan's photoshoot. I was sitting by the window. My hand on my belly. The light made me look soft. Be
Damian PovMy phone rang at seven in the morning. My business partner Marcus."We have a problem" he said."What kind of problem" I asked. I was barely awake."Three of our biggest contracts were just canceled" Marcus said. "All at once. This morning"I sat up in bed. "What. Why""Anonymous tips" M
Bella PovI lay in the hospital bed staring at the ceiling. The doctors said I had to stay on strict bed rest for at least another week. Maybe longer. My body needed to recover from the poisoned vitamins. The baby needed time to stabilize.I was so bored. So tired of lying here. So tired of staring
Bella PovI woke up in my hospital bed to a nurse bringing in flowers. Huge beautiful flowers. Roses and lilies and orchids."Someone likes you" the nurse said with a smile. She set them on the table."Who sent them" I asked."There's a card" she said.I reached for the card. I opened it. Expensive







