POV: LAUREN
My heart pounded, and I felt my blood turn cold in my veins at Theodor’s words. My breathing grew unsteady, barely audible. I looked at Theo’s sweet, sorrowful face—he was clearly shaken by the situation.
“Theo, do you know why his parents told him that?” Henry intervened calmly, placing his large, warm hand on my shoulders and massaging them gently in a soothing gesture, as if this wasn’t something to be worried about.
But it was worrisome—especially because it touched directly on the truth I had been trying to hide. The baby growing inside me wasn’t Henry Carter’s. It was Ethan Walker’s.
“No, Uncle, I told him to stop.” Theo sniffled quietly, his eyes glistening with unshed tears. “But Vicente wouldn’t. He said his mom is friends with the wife of Fairy’s ex-husband, and that she told him my baby brother is a bas
POV: LAUREN“You don’t have to…” I interrupted softly, taking a few steps closer.“You shouldn’t be walking around, especially not alone, my love.” His voice came out low, thick with concern, almost as if he were holding it back.Henry reached out for me, weaving his fingers firmly through mine. Then he kissed the back of my hand with surprising tenderness. Without waiting, he pulled me closer, making me sit on his lap.His hand moved slowly to the back of my neck, holding me gently yet firmly, as if to make sure I couldn’t escape. He locked his intense gaze on mine, penetrating and filled with something that was both protective and full of desire.“What are you doing here?” he asked, his voice even lower, almost a whisper.I shivered at the warmth of his hand, feeling the skin at the nape of my neck tingle where
POV: LAURENHis eyes widened. His long lashes, now damp with tears, fluttered as he absorbed my words. His small, still trembling body curled a bit closer to mine, and I saw him swallow hard before lifting his head to look at me with those blue eyes that always disarmed me.“F-Fairy…” Theo whispered, his voice weak, barely audible. His lips trembled, and I could tell he was gathering every ounce of courage to ask. “Does…” He took a deep breath, gripping my arm tightly.“Doesn’t this… hurt you?” His gaze tightened, confused, lost, as he continued, “Don’t you… miss her?”I blinked a few times, fighting the lump in my throat, while gently caressing his little face with my fingertips, feeling his warm, sensitive, trembling skin.“With every single breath I take, my love,” I confessed, my voice thick
POV: LAURENI felt betrayed. Hurt. Outraged by the cruelty, by the trap they had set around us. My daughter was far away from me, taken by people who must have known nothing but emptiness—because only someone soulless could do something like that to a child.When the tears finally stopped, all that was left were dry sobs. I took a deep breath. My entire body was trembling. I tilted my head back, resting it against the cold edge of the bathtub. My eyes were burning, heavy, and red. I didn’t have the strength to cry anymore.“I won’t cry anymore, baby…” I whispered, my voice cracking, like a promise made with a shattered heart. “I won’t waste any more energy on pain. Now… now it’s time to fight for you. I will bring you back, my little girl.”I got out of the bath slowly, feeling the water run down my body like the last bit of strength slipping away
POV: LAURENI took a deep breath, but the air felt heavy, harsh, almost impossible to pull in. Every step I took felt like an almost superhuman effort. My arms were shaking—I didn’t even know if it was from exhaustion, anxiety, or the unbearable pain eating me alive from the inside.“The problem… isn’t that, Kate.” My voice cracked halfway through the sentence. I froze at the doorway to my daughter’s room. My eyes scanned every little detail inside—the mobile hanging from the ceiling, the tiny armchair in the corner, the folded blankets, and the stuffed animals perfectly lined up on the shelf. Everything… absolutely everything had been prepared with so much love, so much care, so much hope.I swallowed hard, but it felt like the saliva simply wouldn’t go down.“How…” My voice broke again. I had to breathe deeply and try one more time.
POV: HENRY“You’re right...” she nodded, trembling, holding back tears. “I... I’ll stand by her... by both of you... And Carter?”“Yes?” I replied over my shoulder, already walking away, with no intention of dragging out the conversation.The tone of Amélia’s voice made me pause, if only for a second. It was shakier than before, more fragile. Almost breaking.“I know that...” she took a deep breath, her voice choked, stumbling over the words, “I know none of this can be easy for you... I...”She swallowed hard, averting her gaze.“I’m sorry... for accusing you before...” Her voice broke again, her tear-filled eyes trembling. “And I’m grateful. Grateful that you love my daughter so much...” she took another deep breath, holding back tears, “and... for taking care
POV: HENRYShe squeezed her own arms tightly, and I noticed the slight tremor in her hands—a clear sign that she was trying to hold herself together.“It doesn’t feel right.” She looked straight at me. “Having another baby... here in the house.”I closed my eyes for a second, taking a deep breath, forcing my body to stay in control even though my mind was screaming.“I know you just want to protect my daughter...” Her voice faltered halfway through, becoming softer, more fragile. “That you just want her to feel okay, to not feel... to not feel alone.”She took a deep breath, and her pause was long and heavy, as if she were choosing each word with extreme care.“But I...” Amelia swallowed hard, and her eyes welled up with tears, and her breathing became shorter. “I don’t think that making her take care of someone else&