LOGINThat night, after the proposal, we went home. And for the first time in a long time I felt… complete. There was a quiet kind of happiness settling inside me. not overwhelming. Just steady. As I drove us back home, my hand remained wrapped around Maui’s the entire time. I didn’t let go. Not once. The road stretched ahead of us, the city lights passing by in a blur, but my focus wasn’t on any of that. It was on her. On the warmth of her hand in mine. On the reality that everything had finally fallen into place. When we arrived at the house, I stepped out first and moved to her side immediately I helped her out of the car, my hand firm but gentle as I guided her inside. Neither of us spoke much. The silence between us wasn’t empty. It was full. We walked into the house and made our way upstairs, step by step. Until we finally reached our room. Once we were inside, I turned to her and hugged her, and she did the same. “Tired?” I asked her in a whis
After I informed my parents about everything, I began planning my proposal to Maui, and it took almost two weeks to complete every detail. From the grand event with only a limited number of guests, to the ring I personally ensured was worth every cent I spent on it, to the surprise I carefully arranged one that included her mother and her sibling everything had to be precise. Nothing could be left to chance. Even what I was going to say to her, I rehearsed in my mind repeatedly. Over and over again. Testing every word until I was certain that when the moment came, I would not hesitate. When the day finally arrived, I could feel the weight of it in my chest. I told Maui we were simply going out for dinner. Nothing special. It was just a normal night. She had no idea what was waiting for her. When we arrived at the venue, everything appeared normal. Nothing out of place. Nothing that would raise suspicion at first glance. But I could clearly see the puzzled look on her fac
Elijah POV Since the day I found out that Maui was carrying twins, one thing became clear to me Being prepared was no longer enough. Preparation had always been my strength. It was the foundation of everything I built. Every decision I made was calculated. Every outcome anticipated. Every possible risk identified and reduced before it even had the chance to exist. That was how I maintained control. That was how I ensured stability. That was how I survived in a world where uncertainty was a weakness. But this was different. Because no amount of preparation could fully account for two lives growing inside her. Maui was not something I could predict. Not something I could structure. Not something I could contain within systems and logic. And for the first time in a long time I wasn’t sure I wanted to. I stopped staying late at the office. Because I felt I have a responsibilities that required my direct attention decisions that could not be delegated, matt
Maui POV I woke up before the sun. Not because I wanted to. But because something felt… off. At first, it was subtle. A faint discomfort low in my abdomen, like a tightening I couldn’t fully place. I stayed still for a few seconds, listening to the quiet of the room. Elijah was still asleep beside me. That still felt strange sometimes. Not the fact that he was there. But the fact that he stayed there. We had started sharing a room after I agreed to be with him officially. It wasn’t something we talked about too much. It just… happened. Like most things between us. Quiet decisions that turned into permanence without ceremony. I slowly sat up, careful not to wake him. The room was dim, soft light leaking through the curtains. Everything looked normal. But my body didn’t feel normal. I placed a hand on my stomach. Five months. Everything had been fine. Stable. Quiet. That’s what the doctor said last time. Stable. I repeated the word in my head like
Time did something strange in the house. It didn’t move slowly the way I expected it to during pregnancy. Like the house itself had decided to stop announcing the days. And at some point, I stopped counting them. I only realized it later. Five months. Not just of pregnancy. But of everything. Five months since I started waking up and not immediately feeling sick. Five months since my body stopped fighting me every morning. And it became something I still don’t have a perfect word for. My partner. The thought still feels slightly unreal when I say it in my mind. Because I remember the exact moment it stopped being complicated. It's not dramatic. Not emotional in a loud way. Just a quiet decision I made one evening when he was sitting across from me like he always did silent, steady, observant, and I realized I was no longer bracing myself when he entered a room. That was it. That was the shift. I didn’t even announce it properly. I just said yes when he asked. And
Maui POV I used to think mornings were the same no matter where you were. Light comes in. Air changes temperature. People start moving like they’ve already decided who they are for the day. But here, in this house, mornings feel… monitored. Like even silence has instructions. I woke up earlier than usual again. Not because I wanted to. But because my body has been doing this thing lately this quiet betrayal where sleep doesn’t feel like rest anymore. It feels like waiting. Four months. That number sits in my mind like a marker I didn’t agree to place there, but it’s there anyway. I slowly sat up in bed, one hand instinctively going to my stomach. Still small. But different now. Not flat. Not uncertain. Just… present. Real in a way I can’t ignore anymore. “Good morning, Ma’am.” I looked up. One of the staff was already outside my door. Of course they were. “I’m awake,” I answered softly. “Breakfast will be ready in ten minutes. Sir requested a lighter meal today ag
Ava’s POV Five years passed faster than I ever expected. Back then, leaving Kael felt like stepping off a cliff terrifying, painful, and irreversible. It felt like choosing to fall rather than staying in a place that was slowly breaking me. I truly believed heartbreak would be the hardest thing I
We don’t reconcile with apologies. That’s the first thing I learn. There are no grand speeches. No dramatic gestures. No insistence that love should be enough. What brings Kael and me back into the same space is something quieter and heavier. Consistency. Days pass after he visits my office
Ava’s POV The night doesn’t break all at once. It fractures. Quietly. Invisibly. Like glass under pressure. The event is supposed to be a routine smaller than the last one, more strategic than social. The kind of gathering where conversations carry weight and smiles are measured. I’ve done this
Ava’s POV Morning comes quietly, like it doesn’t want to interrupt whatever Kael and I didn’t finish saying last night. The city outside the glass walls is already awake cars threading through streets, lights blinking out one by one as daylight takes over but inside the penthouse, everything feel







