LOGINGRACE'S POV We got married on a Saturday in my backyard with thirty people watching. Small and intimate and nothing like our first wedding that had been all performance. This time everything was real. August and James were ring bearers, five years old and serious about their responsibilities. Li
CARTER'S POV Hope went to the NICU for observation because she was early. Standard protocol for thirty-five weekers the doctors said. Grace was exhausted but stable and I sat with her while nurses worked on our daughter in the next room. "I want to see her." Grace was trying to sit up. "Carter,
GRACE'S POV I called Carter Sunday morning with my conditions. "I read your letter five times. I believe you know me. But Carter, knowing someone and staying with someone are different things." I was sitting on my porch while the twins played inside with my mom. "I need you to prove you'll stay
CARTER'S POV I spent three days writing the letter. Not because I couldn't think of things to say but because I kept deleting what I wrote. Kept falling into old patterns of what sounded good instead of what was true. Dr. Chen told me to stop performing and just write honestly about why I loved Gr
CARTER'S POV The full reality hit me about thirty seconds after Grace told me. I was going to be a father again. Was going to have another chance at the beginning I'd missed with August and James. Was going to be there from the first moment if Grace let me. I sat down hard in her office chair be
GRACE'S POV I'd been nauseous for a week. Blamed it on stress from the press conferences and therapy and trying to figure out if Carter and I were actually doing this. My mom noticed first. "Grace, you look green. When did you last eat?" She was watching me push food around my plate at Sunday di
And I couldn't blame her. Not after what I'd done. Not after I'd proven exactly the kind of father I'd be—someone who needed legal documents and timeline math to believe his own child existed. The press conference ended and I should've left. Should've gone back to Portland and my studio apartment a
CARTER'S POV You have nothing I want to hear. Grace's words played on loop in my head for three days straight. I'd flown back to Portland, gone to work, pretended to focus on case files while actually just staring at my computer screen replaying that conversation. The way she'd looked at me—cold, d
She didn't look shocked or angry or any of the emotions I'd expected. Just tired. Like seeing me was exhausting instead of upsetting, like I was a problem she'd thought she'd solved and here I was proving her wrong. We stared at each other for maybe five seconds that felt like hours, and I tried to
CARTER'S POV I couldn't sleep. Hadn't really slept properly in three days since the gala, since seeing Grace, since that I*******m photo confirmed what I'd been suspecting for months. At three AM I gave up pretending, made coffee I didn't need, and pulled out a notebook because putting this on pape




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