LOGINBellaA week had passed since Alex showed up at my door with flowers, gifts, and tears in his eyes, begging for another chance. In many ways, it felt like the beginning of something real something we had both been too scared to fully claim before. He had been consistent, patient, and present in ways I hadn’t expected. He texted good morning messages every day, called to check on how I was feeling, and even brought over homemade meals when he could. We spent quiet evenings talking about the twins, about names we liked, about how we imagined our future. He held me when I cried about my father’s rejection, and he listened without trying to fix everything.But I was still holding back.I loved him. That hadn’t changed. But the hurt from the parking lot the doubt in his eyes when I first told him about the pregnancy lingered like a shadow. I had given him my heart completely once, and he had questioned it in the moment I needed him most. So while I let him in a little more each day, I k
BELLAThe morning after Alex’s heartfelt apology felt like the first real breath I had taken in weeks.He had come over again, this time with breakfast fresh croissants, fruit, and herbal tea for me. We sat on the couch, talking quietly, the kind of easy conversation we used to have before everything became so complicated. His hand rested on my knee, thumb brushing gentle circles, and for a moment, it felt like we were rebuilding something real.He looked at me with those blue eyes full of love and regret. “I meant every word yesterday, Bella. I’m all in. No more hiding. No more fear. I want to be here for you and our baby every step of the way.”I smiled, squeezing his hand. “I believe you. It’s going to be hard, but I want that too.”We talked about small things at first how the new apartment was coming together, how Emily had asked about me again, how the firm was handling the transition after the Thompson success. Then Alex asked the question that changed the day.“When’s your nex
BELLAI spent the morning moving around the apartment like a ghost in my own life. The space was still new, still unfamiliar in places, but I was trying to make it feel like home. I wiped down the counters, folded laundry, and rearranged a few books on the shelf. Small tasks to keep my hands busy and my mind from spiraling.The baby was growing. I could feel the slight roundness now when I looked in the mirror, a gentle curve that made everything feel more real. I talked to the baby sometimes soft whispers about the day, about how I was scared but excited, about how I hoped their father would be part of their life someday. But mostly, I tried not to think about Alex.His silence after my last text had hurt. But I had asked for space. I had to respect my own boundaries.A knock on the door startled me.I wasn’t expecting anyone. Mia had said she might stop by later, but not this early. I wiped my hands on a dish towel and walked to the door, heart beating a little faster.I looked th
AlexThe morning light filtered through the curtains, soft and forgiving after another restless night. I woke up with a clarity I hadn’t felt in weeks. Emily’s words from last night still echoed in my mind her small voice giving me her blessing, telling me she wanted me to be happy, that she didn’t mind Bella being part of our lives. That innocent forgiveness from my daughter had cracked something open inside me. It gave me the push I needed.I couldn’t keep waiting. I couldn’t keep sending texts that went unanswered or leaving voicemails that probably went straight to delete. Bella had heard enough words from me.What she needed now was action.Proof that I was all in.That I wasn’t going to run when things got hard. That I loved her and our baby enough to fight for them, no matter the cost.I got out of bed with a new vigor, a determination that felt foreign after days of drowning in guilt and whiskey. I showered quickly, dressed in a simple button-down and jeans, and made myself
AlexThe afternoon sun filtered through the windows as I sat in my home office, trying to focus on the reports in front of me. The HR meeting earlier that day still lingered in my mind the cold decision, the suspension, the way Robert had looked at me with such betrayal. But the morning had started even heavier.I had gone to Lauren’s to pick up Emily. The tension between my daughter and her mother was palpable. Emily had been quiet, almost withdrawn, and Lauren had that sharp, satisfied look she got when she thought she was winning.I didn’t push, although I wanted to I knew Emily wasn't fond of going to her moms, but she had never looked this sad. But i didn't. I just took Emily home, hoping the familiar surroundings would help.Now, hours later, I was searching for my phone. I had left it somewhere in the house and needed to check for any messages from Bella though I knew there wouldn’t be any. She had made her position clear.I walked toward Emily’s room, about to ask if she had
BellaI was curled up on the couch in my quiet apartment, a soft blanket draped over my legs, trying to lose myself in a light romance novel. The story was sweet two people finding love despite the odds but my mind kept drifting. The past few weeks had been a whirlwind of emotions: the confrontation with my father, the silence from Alex, the growing reality of the baby inside me. I was trying to rest, to take care of myself and the little life I was carrying, but the loneliness and uncertainty made it hard to focus.My phone rang on the coffee table.I glanced at the screen. Alex’s name flashed up.My heart skipped a beat. Part of me wanted to decline the call immediately. I had told him I needed space, that I couldn’t keep letting him in only to have him pull away. But another part the part that still loved him deeply hesitated.I took a deep breath and answered.“Hello?”There was a pause. Then a small, hesitant voice came through.“Bella? It’s Emily.”I sat up straight, shock rip
BELLA I almost canceled on Ryan three times.Each time my thumb hovered over the message, I remembered Alex’s cold eyes and those sharp words from yesterday. Go have fun forgetting about the old guy. The memory still burned, so I forced myself to get ready instead.I chose a simple cream sweater a
ALEXThe gym was almost empty at 10 p.m., just the clank of weights and the low hum of treadmills.I needed to punish my body tonight. Needed something physical to drown out the noise in my head.I started with the heavy bag. Left hook, right cross, over and over until my knuckles burned inside the
BELLAThe clock on my screen read 12:47 a.m.The entire floor was dark except for the small pool of light around our two desks. Everyone else had gone home hours ago, but the Thompson revisions still weren’t finished. Alex and I had been here since morning, running on caffeine and sheer willpower.
BELLA I didn’t go to work the next day.I woke up at seven, stared at my alarm until it stopped screaming, then rolled over and pulled the covers over my head. My phone buzzed on the nightstand probably Dad wondering where I was, or Alex checking if I was okay. I didn’t look. I couldn’t.The reje







