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Celeste adds two extra shifts and asks me to take one of them, which I do without hesitation because the kitchen in December is extraordinary. Everything smells like citrus and spice and there's a focused intensity that I've missed without knowing I missed it. Dominic notices I come home energized instead of tired. "Good shift?" he says Thursday evening when I walk in. "We did four hundred mignardisesEmma's POV Celeste adds two extra shifts and asks me to take one of them, which I do without hesitation because the kitchen in December is extraordinary. Everything smells like citrus and spice and there's a focused intensity that I've missed without knowing I missed it. Dominic notices I come home energized instead of tired. "Good shift?" he says Thursday evening when I walk in. "We did four hundred mignardises today. Celeste didn't correct me once." "Is that a record?" "For me, yes." He hands me a glass of wine and I sit at the island and tell him about the citrus tart variation Celeste let me develop and he listens with the attention he gives things that matter to him, which now includes whatever matters to me. I still notice it. I don't think I'll ever stop noticing it. The girls are obsessed with the
Dominic's POV We come home Sunday evening to two toddlers who have apparently spent four days testing Mrs. Kowalski's patience and found it finite. She meets us at the door with Sophia on her hip and the expression of a woman who has fulfilled her contractual obligations and is ready to be relieved. "Sophia bit her sister," she says. "Twice. Ava pulled the plant off the windowsill. The one I've had for eleven years." She hands Sophia to Emma. "They're fed and bathed. I'm going home." She takes her coat and leaves before either of us can respond. Ava is in the playpen reaching for me with both arms and the urgent expression she uses when she's deciding whether to cry about something. I pick her up and she grabs my collar and announces something at length. "I was gone four days," I tell her. She continues. "I understand," I say. Emma is watching me over Sop
Emma's POV Vermont is four hours by car. Dominic drives. I have coffee and the aux cord and a playlist Lily made me called *honeymoon even if you're going to a barn* which is accurate because the inn is technically a converted farmhouse and I love it immediately. We don't talk the whole drive. Not because anything is wrong. Because we've gotten good at the kind of quiet that doesn't need filling. He has one hand on the wheel. I have my feet up on the dash which he allowed after minimal negotiation. Somewhere past Hartford he reaches over without looking and puts his hand on my ankle. Leaves it there. I watch the trees go by and think about nothing in particular. The inn is run by a couple in their sixties, Pat and Gerald, who greet us like they've been expecting family. Pat shows us around with the ease of someone who has done it a thousand times but hasn't g
Dominic's POVWe don't go on a honeymoon immediately.Emma has her Tuesday and Thursday shifts at the patisserie. The girls are in a sleep regression that has nothing to do with the wedding and everything to do with being fifteen months old and opinionated. Marcus needs me on a call with the Singapore team about the new property.Life doesn't pause for sentiment. We both knew that going in."We could do a long weekend in November," Emma says Monday morning. She's feeding Ava, who is refusing the spoon on principle and trying to eat oatmeal with her hands. "Somewhere that isn't here.""Where do you want to go?""Somewhere with a bathtub and no schedule.""I can arrange that.""I'm not asking you to arrange anything elaborate.""Emma. A bathtub and no schedule is not elaborate."She looks at me over Ava's head. "Just that. Nothing else."
Emma's POV The reception is dinner at a long table in the room next door. Thirty people. Good wine. Mrs. Kowalski seated herself next to Grace, which nobody planned and everyone notices, and the two of them have been in what appears to be an intense and mutually satisfying conversation since the first course. Dominic's hand is on my knee under the table. Not possessive. Just there. Like he needs the contact point to confirm this is real, which I understand because I keep looking at the ring on my finger the way you touch a bruise, just to check. Marcus gives a speech that is genuinely funny and ends quietly and honestly in a way that makes Diane cry again and makes Dominic look at the table for a moment to collect himself. I file that away too. Lily speaks briefly. Three sentences. The last one is, "My sister taught me that love isn't a guarantee, it's a choice you
Dominic's POVI'm dressed by eight.The ceremony isn't until four. Marcus arrives at ten with coffee and the specific energy of a man who finds other people's weddings deeply satisfying."You're already in your suit," he says."It's a good suit.""It's ten in the morning.""I'm aware of the time."He sets the coffee down and looks at me the way he's been looking at me since February, like he's watching something he invested in finally paying off. It would be annoying if he weren't usually right."How do you feel?" he says."Ready.""That's it? Just ready?""What else should I feel?"He picks up his coffee. "Diane cried getting dressed this morning. Sympathy emotion, she said. For Emma." He shakes his head. "Thirty people and half of them are already compromised.""Emma won't want crying.""Emma is absolutely going to cry." He sits down. "You might too."
EMMA'S POVTwo weeks after postponing the wedding, Grace Westbrook requests a meeting."With both of us," Dominic says. "At her estate.""Why?""She didn't say. But she sounded... different.""Different how?""Les
EMMA'S POVVictoria is already waiting when we arrive at Dominic's office the next morning.She looks composed, perfect as always."Emma. Dominic. What's this about?"I sit down across from her. Dominic stands beside me."I know about our mothers," I s
EMMA'S POVThe girls are four months old when Dominic's grandmother reappears.I'm in the nursery changing Sophia when Mrs. Kowalski rushes in."She's here. Grace Westbrook. Downstairs. She says she wants to see the babies."My stomach drops. "Where's Dominic?"
EMMA'S POVOne month later, I'm twenty-eight weeks pregnant and enormous.The contract is officially nullified. I have nothing except what Dominic and I are building together.It's terrifying and liberating at the same time."You're sure abo







