LOGINAnd then it was just us. Our family. I picked up Arianna while Tristan got Adrian, and we carried them upstairs to their nursery. The room had been redecorated twice as they'd grown—first to accommodate their crawling, then again when they started pulling up on furniture. Now it was a mix of cribs
Chapter 214 Athena I looked at Adrian in my arms, then at Arianna in Tristan's. They'd grown so much—both walking now (well, Arianna walked, Adrian preferred to crawl at high speed). Both babbling constantly in their own twin language that we couldn't quite decipher. Both showing more personality
Chapter 213 Athena The backyard was full of chaos—the beautiful, loud, messy kind of chaos that came from having a joint first birthday party for twins. I stood on the back porch, watching the scene unfold before me with a smile that felt permanently fixed on my face. Colorful balloons bobbed
Chapter 212 "Mama's sorry," I soothed, bouncing her gently. "But we need to figure this out before you touch any more plants, okay?" "Can I see?" Lily asked, pushing past the adults to get closer to the plant. "Wow, it's so pretty! And it smells good too." She was right. The plant was giving off
Chapter 211 Athena "The plant," I said, knowing I wasn't making sense but unable to form coherent thoughts. "The dying plant in the living room. She touched it. Tristan, she touched it and it came back to life." Silence. All three men just stared at me. "What?" Orion finally asked. "The plant
Chapter 210 Athena Six months. Six months since Adrian and Arianna had come home from the NICU, and I still sometimes woke up in the middle of the night to check that they were breathing. The monitors helped, their steady beeping had become the soundtrack of our lives, but the fear never comple
"Don't," Tristan said, his breath fanning across my neck and sending an unwelcome shiver down my spine. Why was my body still reacting to him like this? Even in the middle of a crisis, even when the man who'd tormented me for years was somewhere nearby, I couldn't stop responding to Tristan's touch
"Are you ready?" he asked softly. I followed his gaze and saw another headstone, smaller and newer than the others, standing alone beneath a young maple tree. My heart clenched as I realized what, who, was waiting there. Jess. We walked over together, our footsteps seeming too loud in the reveren
Chapter 35 "We'll be visiting our parents first," he said, his voice carrying that same gentle authority I remembered from when he'd coax me down from trees I was too scared to climb down from alone. "I told them I was bringing you to see them tonight." He grinned, and suddenly he looked like a mi
Chapter 41 Tristan didn't respond to my kiss. He just sat there like a statue, completely frozen. That's when the reality of what I'd done crashed over me like ice water. What am I doing? I jerked away from him as if his lips had burned me. "I'm sorry, I'm so, so sorry. That was a mistake," I blu







