MasukEmma The week had passed in a whirlwind of activity, and as I stood on the balcony, watching the sunset paint the sky with hues of orange and pink, I felt an overwhelming sense of gratitude. Life had been a series of twists and turns, but somehow, we always found our way back to each other. Killian and I had come a long way from where we first started—navigating our relationship, building our careers, and creating a family. And now, as we stood on the cusp of something new, something even more exciting, I couldn’t help but feel that this was just the beginning. A new chapter for us, for our family, and for the future we were building together. Killian came up behind me, slipping his arms around my waist. The warmth of his embrace was all I needed to feel grounded, to remind me that no matter what lay ahead, we were in it together. He rested his chin on my shoulder, looking out at the view with me. “Everything fee
Emma As the weeks passed, our life began to settle into a new rhythm. The balance we had been striving for—between work, family, and our personal relationship—started to feel more attainable. Killian and I had been diligent about making time for each other, carving out space to nurture both our partnership and our growing family. But while things were calm, I could feel the subtle hum of excitement building. There was a quiet anticipation in the air, a feeling that we were on the verge of something big. We’d been planning for the future, not just for ourselves, but for the legacy we were creating together. And yet, there was an undercurrent of uncertainty, a sense that there was still more we needed to figure out. One evening, as I sat at the kitchen island preparing dinner for the kids, Killian came up behind me, wrapping his arms around my waist. His touch was familiar, comforting, but also electric—just like it had always be
Emma The following weeks were a blur of planning and vision, both for the business and our personal lives. There was a renewed sense of purpose between Killian and me. Our conversation had ignited something in me—a new understanding of where we were heading and the need to embrace both our individual aspirations and shared dreams. Our family had always been our anchor, but now we had the chance to truly build something lasting, both in our careers and in our personal lives. I found myself returning to the office with a new sense of clarity. The work we were doing felt even more meaningful. Every decision we made, every project we touched, it all felt like part of a bigger picture. As we moved forward with our plans, I made sure to carve out time to nurture the most important things—our children, our relationship, and the legacy we were creating for ourselves. But it wasn’t always easy. We still had to balance our demanding care
Emma The next morning, after a night of laughter and quiet moments together, I woke up feeling more in tune with Killian than ever. It wasn’t just about the project anymore—it was about the bigger picture, the life we were building. As I sat at the breakfast table, sipping my coffee, I found myself lost in the thought of how far we’d come, how much we’d already accomplished, and how much we still had ahead of us. Killian was at the other end of the table, scrolling through emails, his focus sharp as always. He was wearing his “business” face—serious, calculating, but I knew that beneath it, he was still thinking about the same things I was. Us. Our family. Our future. After a few moments of silence, I put my coffee down and met his gaze. “We need to start thinking about the next steps,” I said, my voice calm, but purposeful. His brow furrowed as he looked up at me, his eyes softening with curiosity. “Next steps?
Emma The office was buzzing with energy as our project took shape, and for the first time in my life, I felt like I was exactly where I was supposed to be. The early mornings spent with Killian, brainstorming ideas and tackling each challenge, were more invigorating than I could have imagined. Yet, as much as we thrived in the professional world, it was still that delicate balance between work, love, and family that made every day feel like an adventure. Sitting across from him in the conference room, watching him passionately outline our strategy, my heart swelled with pride. Killian had always been a force of nature, but there was something different about the way he spoke about this project—this vision we were bringing to life. It was no longer just his dream; it was ours. I caught his eye, and a smile tugged at the corners of my lips. He was so focused, so consumed by the work, that he didn’t notice me staring. A flicker of misc
Emma The scent of home wrapped around me the moment we stepped through the front door. After two weeks of blissful wandering through Paris and Germany, I expected to feel that familiar post-vacation slump. But I didn’t. I felt full. Fulfilled. Reinvigorated. Killian’s hand grazed my lower back as I dropped my purse on the hallway bench. “Still glowing, Mrs. Thomas?” I turned and grinned at him. “Says the man who had me seeing stars in a villa garden in Germany.” He laughed, leaning in to kiss me softly. “I’ll never forget that picnic.” Neither would I. That afternoon, tucked away in a secluded garden, had been magic. Laughter. Champagne. Making love under the sun. And later, soaking together in the giant tub of our suite, whispering dreams between kisses. And then… the birthday he gave me—one I’d never top. But now, we were back. The sound of feet thudding down the stairs stole







