The morning of Angela's wedding dawned clear and bright, with the kind of golden September light that made everything look like it had been touched by magic. Bella stood at the kitchen window of the farmhouse, watching the catering crew set up tables and chairs in the backyard where Angela would marry David in just a few hours.Twenty-six years old now, Angela had grown into a confident, accomplished woman who worked as a journalist for the state newspaper and had met David, a fellow reporter, while covering a story about local education initiatives. Their love story had unfolded over two years of shared deadlines, late-night conversations, and a mutual passion for truth-telling that reminded Bella so much of her own journey with Killian."Mom, have you seen my earrings?" called twenty-one-year-old James from the hallway, his voice carrying the slight panic of someone running late. Home from art school for his sister's wedding, James had grown into a tall, thoughtful young man whose p
The sound of sixteen-year-old Angela's bedroom door slamming echoed through the farmhouse, followed by the muffled sounds of tears and what Bella was pretty sure was furniture being moved in frustration. From the living room where she sat grading papers at the kitchen table that had become her makeshift office, Bella sighed and looked up at Killian, who was helping nine-year-old James with his science project."Should I go up?" Bella asked quietly, mindful of seven-year-old Emma doing homework nearby and five-year-old Liam building an elaborate tower with blocks on the floor."Give her a few minutes," Killian suggested, his voice equally low. "She's been wound pretty tight lately."Two-year-old Grace looked up from her coloring book, her dark curls bouncing as she turned toward the stairs. "Sissy sad?" she asked with the concerned expression that had become her trademark whenever any family member was upset."Sissy's okay, sweetheart," Bella assured her, though she wasn't entirely con
The morning sun streamed through the kitchen windows of their renovated farmhouse, casting golden light across the breakfast table where controlled chaos reigned supreme. Five-year-old James sat in his booster seat, carefully arranging his pancakes into a tower while twelve-year-old Angela helped three-year-old Emma cut her fruit into tiny pieces. At the head of the table, Killian bounced one-year-old Liam on his knee while trying to drink his coffee and read work emails simultaneously."Daddy, James is playing with his food again," Emma announced with the serious tone of a child who took rule-following very seriously."I'm not playing, I'm building," James corrected with the patient air of someone who had explained this many times before. "This is the Leaning Tower of Pancakes.""It's going to fall," Angela warned, reaching over to steady the wobbling stack."That's the point," James said matter-of-factly. "Then I get to eat the ruins."Bella smiled as she flipped more pancakes at th
The first contraction hit Bella at three in the morning on a snowy February night, jolting her awake with a sharp pain that radiated across her lower back and around her swollen belly. She lay still for a moment, breathing through it, wondering if this was finally it or just another false alarm like the ones she'd been having for the past week.When the pain subsided, she glanced over at Killian, who was sleeping peacefully beside her, one arm thrown across his eyes to block out the soft glow from the nightlight they'd started keeping on for late-night bathroom trips. She didn't want to wake him yet – not until she was sure this was real labor and not just more Braxton Hicks contractions.Twenty minutes later, when the second contraction gripped her with unmistakable intensity, she knew this was it. Their baby was coming."Killian," she whispered, gently shaking his shoulder. "Killian, wake up."He was alert immediately, the way he'd been sleeping for the past month – ready to spring
The autumn leaves crunched beneath Bella's feet as she walked through the park, her hand resting protectively over the gentle curve of her growing belly. Six months had passed since the wedding, and life had settled into a rhythm she had never dared to dream possible. The morning sickness had finally subsided, leaving her with that radiant glow everyone talked about but she had never quite believed in until now.Killian walked beside her, his arm wrapped securely around her waist, occasionally glancing down at her with that same look of wonder and protectiveness that had become second nature to him. He still couldn't quite believe it sometimes – that they were married, that they were expecting their first child, that all the chaos and danger was truly behind them."I can't believe how much everything has changed," Bella said softly, watching Angela run ahead of them, chasing fallen leaves with unbridled joy. The little girl had grown so much in just these few months, both physically a
The day of the wedding had finally arrived. The morning sun streamed through the windows as everyone prepared for the ceremony. After all the chaos and danger they had faced, this day felt like a gift - a chance to celebrate love and new beginnings.The guests filled the chairs that had been arranged in neat rows, all facing toward the altar where Killian stood waiting. He looked handsome in his dark suit, but there was nervousness in his eyes as he watched the aisle, waiting for his bride to appear.When the music began to play, everyone turned to watch Bella walk down the aisle. She looked absolutely radiant in her mother's wedding gown. The dress fit her perfectly, as if it had been waiting all these years just for her. The lace caught the light beautifully, and the train flowed behind her like a river of silk.Nora walked beside her sister, holding a beautiful bouquet of white roses and baby's breath. She had insisted on being the one to walk Bella down the aisle, since they were