Before the weekend, I’d already furnished the entire house for the kids. Call it impulsive, but I’d bought beds, wardrobes, toys—everything they’d need in our home.I couldn’t sleep Friday night, and by Saturday, I was up with the roosters, running around, wanting everything to be perfect.“You’ve checked everything at least a million times,” Marcos said, kissing my hair and pulling me out of the car. “It’s going to be fine, love.”Yes, I had faith it would. With him by my side, everything would work out, and with the kids, it would be perfect.“Good morning!” I exclaimed, seeing the kids waiting for us. Rick held Lisa in his arms, Rafa stood beside him, and Clarice was there too, sporting a wide smile.“Good morning, Emy!” Lisa was the only one who answered. Rick was quieter, and Rafa still seemed wary.“Ready to see your future home?” Marcos asked, joining me.“Yesss!” Lisa shouted, leaping from her brother’s arms. I opened mine as she ran toward us. “Do I get a doll?”“Yes, sweethe
EmilyMarcos tossed the question into the air as Henrique stared at us, back and forth, seeming incredulous that this was actually happening.“I don’t understand. What do you mean by that?”He genuinely couldn’t believe what we were asking. I imagined his hope over the past year had been so crushed that he could barely fathom this was possible.“We’re asking if you want to be adopted by us, Henrique. You and your siblings, together with us.”His gaze shifted to his siblings, who were still spying on us, thinking they were hidden.“Is this for real? Are you serious about adopting all three of us?”I couldn’t hold back a smile, nodding to confirm, which caught the attention of the younger ones, who ran toward us.“I think your siblings can help you understand faster.” Lisa jumped into her older brother’s lap, and Rafa stood beside him, looking wary.I was starting to get a sense of how this adjustment might go—Rafa and Henrique already had trust issues, while Lisa was blissfully unaware
EmilyI was stunned by the little girl’s words and gripped Marcos’ hand.“Who told you that?”“People already know,” she said, her words slightly muffled but sounding so grown-up, even lifting her chubby little chin. “Take my brother.”“Oh!” I exclaimed, surprised. This little girl was smarter and bolder than anyone I’d ever met.The other children stayed where they were, some pausing their play to notice us, but none approached.“And why not you?” Marcos asked, crouching down to her level.“I’m a baby, I can stay here. He can’t.” Her way of speaking was so adorable I almost missed what she was saying.“And where is he?”“There.” She pointed to the field where kids were playing soccer. “The one in black.” It wasn’t very clear since more than one boy was wearing black.Marcos and I hadn’t discussed age. In my mind, we were adopting a young child, not a teenager, but I couldn’t deny my curiosity was piqued.Another child appeared, a boy with the same curly hair and honey-colored eyes, b
EmilyThree years had passed since Marcos and I got together—three long years married. Don’t get me wrong, I love that man, even if some days I wanted to pull my hair out from how much he could irritate me. Marcos knew how to push all my buttons, the good ones and the bad.But I loved knowing there were far more moments of happiness, love, and understanding.In our first year of marriage, we lived in the cabin. Everyone knew how much we needed privacy. We thought about buying a house in town, but for the time being, the cabin was perfect. It was peaceful, the right size for just the two of us, and on weekends we hosted family and friends.But after the accident Joshua went through and he moved here permanently, Bianca needed our help, so we moved back to Marcos’ house.It was heartbreaking to see the once lively and spirited young man now resenting everything around him after being discharged from service. Joshua still felt like a burden to everyone trying to help. Six months later, w
EmilyAs soon as I parked haphazardly at the park entrance, I jumped out of the truck, carefully lifting the hem of my dress to avoid catching it, and ran to one of the small gazebos I knew was still there, in the same spot.Time hadn’t changed that place. Despite the fresh paint, it was still the same gazebo where I’d sat with Marcos countless times on summer nights.A pair of high-heeled sandals glowed under the light in the center of the gazebo. They were beautiful, delicate, and perfect, in a pearlescent shade that matched the dress flawlessly.Beneath them was another note from Marcos, this time carefully cut into a heart shape.“In this place, years ago, I confessed I could never go back after kissing your lips. It was a one-way road—I had no doubts about that. Even today, every time my lips touch yours, Emily, it feels like the first time.I can say, without a shadow of a doubt, your lips were made to be kissed by mine (I bet you’re rolling your eyes now). But the truth is, eve
Emily - Five months laterMy life in São Fernando seemed to be on the right track. It wasn’t a bed of roses, but I was finally happy.I was thrilled with the arrival of the two babies. We had just thrown a baby shower for Helen and Bete, and I was grateful to see Helen growing more excited. They were eight months along, almost ready to give birth, and my brother still hadn’t budged. He spent the week in São Paulo and came home on weekends.Even so, he kept pretending he didn’t know his own wife, only sneaking into her room when she was asleep to be near her—a prime example of an idiot. I couldn’t wait for him to see what he was doing and regret it. Fernando needed to snap out of it before it was too late.Sara was increasingly confident about her case against her ex-husband. Despite his refusal to sign the divorce papers, all the evidence she and my brother had gathered left us no doubt she’d win custody of Fábio and be free of that jerk.She’d even started saving money to buy a small