“Tell us the story about how you and Daddy met.” Devera’s request came as Ava tucked her into bed on a quiet Sunday evening, three months after her fifth birthday. Diego had already fallen asleep in the next room, exhausted from a day of soccer practice and playground adventures.“You have heard that story a hundred times, sweetheart.”“But I like it. It’s like a fairy tale, but real.”Ava smiled, settling into the chair beside Devera’s bed. The bedtime story ritual had evolved over the years, but their daughter’s fascination with her parents’ love story never seemed to fade.“Once upon a time, there was a nurse who worked very hard to help sick people get better.”“That’s you, Mama.”“That’s me. And one night, a very hurt man came to her hospital, and she had to work extra hard to save his life.”“That’s Daddy.”“That’s Daddy. And even though she didn’t know anything about him except that he needed help, she refused to give up on him.” Devera pulled her blanket up to her chin, her
“Daddy, look what I made!” Devera’s voice echoed across the playground as she proudly displayed her sand creation to Dario, who was pushing Diego on the swing set while keeping one eye on his daughter’s architectural endeavors. The afternoon sun cast long shadows across Sunflare Park, where families had gathered for the weekend despite the crisp October air.“That’s beautiful, princess. What is it?” “It’s a castle for Mama when she comes back from work!” Dario smiled at his daughter’s thoughtfulness. Even at four years old, Devera understood that her mother worked hard at the hospital and deserved something special when she came home.“Mama will love it,” he assured her, lifting Diego out of the swing as the little boy demanded his turn at castle-building. “My turn, my turn!” Diego chanted, his dark hair catching the light as he ran toward the sandbox with the boundless energy of a four-year-old who had been sitting still for far too long.Two years of marriage had brought a peac
“Stop moving your head or I will never get these pearls straight.” The hairstylist’s gentle scolding made Ava smile as she sat in front of the mirror in the bridal suite of St. Catherine’s Cathedral. Two years had passed since Devera and Diego’s dramatic entrance into the world, and today she was finally marrying their father in the ceremony they had dreamed of but never quite managed to have.“I can’t help it. I’m nervous and excited and completely overwhelmed,” Ava replied, watching her reflection transform under the skilled hands of the makeup artist and hairstylist Rosa had insisted on hiring.“You have nothing to be nervous about, mija,” Cara said from her position overseeing the entire process. “This time, no one’s going to interrupt your wedding with guns or kidnapping attempts. Just a man who loves you waiting at the altar.”“That’s what makes it perfect and terrifying at the same time.”The makeup artist stepped back to admire her work. “There. You look like a queen.” Ava
“I know you have no reason to open this door for me.” Leandro’s voice carried across the quiet morning street as he stood on Riley Martinez’s front porch, his hands thrust deep in his pockets to keep them from shaking. Six months on the southern coast had changed him in ways that went beyond the tan on his face and the calluses on his hands from working at the marina. He stood straighter now, with the posture of someone who had learned to carry his own weight instead of expecting others to bear it for him. Inside the house, Riley paused in washing her breakfast dishes, recognizing the voice even through the closed door. She dried her hands slowly on a kitchen towel, buying herself time to decide whether to answer or pretend she wasn’t home.“Riley, please. I know I don’t deserve five minutes of your time, but I’m asking for them anyway.” The sincerity in his tone made her decision for her. She walked to the front door and opened it, not bothering to hide her surprise at his appe
“It’s a boy!” Dr. Rachel’s voice filled the delivery room with joy as she lifted the second baby, his cries joining his sister’s in a symphony of new life. Ava collapsed back against the pillows, exhausted but radiant, while Dario stared in wonder at this second miracle they hadn’t expected.“Two babies,” Ava whispered, tears streaming down her face. “We have two babies, Dario.”He leaned down and kissed her softly, his own eyes wet with emotion. “You incredible woman. You gave us twins. I don’t know how I got so lucky.”“We got lucky,” she corrected, reaching up to touch his face. “Our family just doubled in size.” The delivery room doors burst open, and Cara rushed in with Owen close behind, both still wearing their wedding reception attire. Cara didn’t even glance at the babies being cleaned and weighed by the nurses. Her focus was entirely on her daughter.“Ava, sweetheart, are you alright?” Cara moved directly to the bedside, gathering her exhausted daughter into her arms.
“Get her to delivery room three, now!” Dr. Rachel’s voice cut through the controlled chaos of Northshore General’s emergency department as Ava was wheeled in on a gurney, her face twisted with pain and her hands gripping the rails so tightly her knuckles had gone white. The contractions were coming fast and hard, leaving her barely any time to breathe between waves of agony.“How far apart are the contractions?” asked the nurse running alongside the gurney.“Two minutes, maybe less,” Dario answered, his hand briefly touching Ava’s shoulder before the medical team took over. “They started getting stronger in the car.”“Sir, you will need to wait outside while we get her situated,” Dr. Rachel said, though her tone was gentle rather than dismissive. “We will call you in as soon as we can.”“I’m not leaving her.” “Dario,” Ava gasped between contractions, “it’s okay. Let them do their job.” The delivery room doors swung shut, leaving him alone in the sterile hallway with nothing but t