LOGINA few months later, life had settled into a beautiful rhythm for Dianne and Roy. Their home was filled with laughter, warmth, and love, and now it held something even more miraculous—their twins. A boy and a girl, both healthy and radiant, had joined their lives, bringing a new level of joy that neither could have imagined.The morning sunlight streamed through the large windows as Dianne cradled her newborn daughter in one arm and her son in the other. Roy hovered nearby, his eyes full of awe and adoration as he watched her.“You know,” Roy said, softly brushing a stray hair from Dianne’s face, “I thought I loved you before, but now… seeing you like this… it’s different. I love you even more.”Dianne smiled, her eyes shining with tears she didn’t bother to hide. “I love you too, Roy. We’ve built something… incredible. And now…” she kissed his cheek, “we’re a family.”Roy leaned down and pressed a tender kiss on her lips, careful not to disturb the twins. “A family,” he echoed. “Our f
The next morning was calm and slow.Sunlight filtered gently through the curtains, painting soft patterns across the bedroom. Dianne was half-awake, lying on her side, one hand resting unconsciously on her stomach. Roy was still asleep beside her, his breathing even, one arm thrown protectively around her waist.Her phone buzzed on the bedside table.She reached for it carefully, smiling when she saw Nadia calling.She slid out of bed quietly and padded into the sitting room before answering.“Hey you,” Dianne said softly.“D!” Nadia’s voice came through immediately. “How are you feeling this morning? I’ve been meaning to call since yesterday.”Dianne sank onto the couch. “I’m much better. Still a little weak, but I’m fine.”Nadia exhaled loudly. “Thank God. You scared me when Roy mentioned you collapsed.”Dianne smiled. “I know. I scared myself too.”There was a brief pause, then Nadia’s voice softened.“I’m really sorry I couldn’t come to the hospital,” she said. “Everything happene
Two years later, life had settled beautifully for Roy and Dianne.Anyone who saw them could tell—this was not just love, it was home. The kind of love that grew deeper with time, quieter but stronger, rooted in trust and shared history.Dianne and Mrs. Sinclair had grown inseparable. What once began with tension had transformed into genuine affection. Mrs. Sinclair treated Dianne like the daughter she never had—calling her every other day, visiting unannounced just to check on her, defending her fiercely in conversations.Roy often joked that he had been replaced.“You stole my mother,” he once teased.Dianne laughed. “I didn’t steal her. She adopted me.”Roy’s company was thriving, expanding into new cities, new deals coming in steadily. And Dianne—brilliant, dedicated Dianne—now worked alongside him in the company. Not because she was his wife, but because she was exceptional at what she did.Life was good.Very good.Until that night.Roy was away on a short business trip, the kind
Morning crept in gently, sunlight slipping through the sheer curtains and painting soft patterns across the room. The world felt quieter somehow—calmer, warmer. Dianne stirred first.For a few seconds, she simply lay there, cocooned in warmth. Then she felt it—Roy’s arm securely around her waist, his chest rising steadily against her back. A slow smile curved her lips as reality settled in.I’m married.She turned carefully in his arms, just enough to see his face. Roy was still asleep, lashes resting against his cheeks, his expression relaxed in a way she hadn’t seen often before. Seeing him like this—unguarded, peaceful—made her chest swell.“Good morning, husband,” she whispered, more to herself than to him.As if summoned by the word, Roy hummed softly and tightened his hold, pulling her closer. His eyes fluttered open a second later, still heavy with sleep.“Mm… good morning, wife,” he murmured, voice low and rough.She laughed quietly. “I like the sound of that.”He smiled, lift
Morning arrived gently, as though the world itself knew to move softly.Sunlight filtered through sheer curtains in the bridal suite, painting the room in warm gold. The air buzzed with quiet excitement—makeup artists whispering, fabric rustling, the faint scent of roses and vanilla lingering everywhere. Garment bags lined the wall like guarded secrets, and on the vanity lay a single pair of pearl earrings, waiting patiently.Dianne sat in front of the mirror, still in her robe, hands clasped tightly in her lap.Her reflection stared back at her—calm on the outside, a storm of emotions beneath.Nadia leaned against the vanity, arms folded, watching her closely.“You’ve been staring at yourself for ten minutes,” she said. “Blink if you’re still with us.”She exhaled slowly.Nadia stood behind her, hands resting on Dianne’s shoulders, meeting her gaze through the mirror.“Breathe,” she said gently. “You’re not running late. You’re not running away. You’re just getting married.”Dianne l
A few weeks had passed since Dianne finally moved out of Greenwich. The transition had been smooth, though she felt a pang of nostalgia every time she glanced at her old apartment. But now, with Roy by her side and the excitement of their wedding planning in full swing, her focus had shifted entirely.The morning sun filtered through the large windows of their apartment, where stacks of wedding magazines and planners were spread across the dining table. Nadia was perched on one side, tablet in hand, scrolling through décor ideas, while Dianne sat across her, jotting notes.“Oh my God, D, look at this!” Nadia exclaimed, tapping her screen. “They have these flower arrangements that are exactly what I imagined for your centerpieces. And the colors—they’re perfect for your theme!”Dianne leaned over to see. “Hmm, I love it! But maybe we can add a touch of gold to match the invitations?”Nadia nodded eagerly. “Yes! And the cake—I think we need to taste a few options before we finalize anyt






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