Jacob’s POV
Nine Months Later
"Isn't he just exquisite?" Mom breathed out, utterly captivated. Her eyes shimmered with grandmotherly tenderness as she leaned over the crib, absorbed in the cherubic face of our little one. The baby returned her gaze with a quiet, wide-eyed wonder, a tiny observer in his newfound world.
Nine extraordinary, life-changing months had rolled by since Rima, my beacon of strength and beauty, and I found our way back to each other. Each sunrise, each sunset, each shared glance and whispered "I love you" had knitted our lives closer together.
Only three weeks after that heartfelt proposal amid the soft, cascading snowflakes in my hometown Snow, we vowed to be each other's forever in front of those who mattered most. Our honeymoon was a blur of laughter, shared secrets, and the unspoken promise of a lifetime of togetherness.
One of my pledges to Rima, that radiant woman who radiates courage and kindness in equal measure
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