เข้าสู่ระบบI lean into him. "We really did start with a contract.""We did.""And now we have this.""Yeah. Now we have this."Maya cries out upstairs. Not scared. Just a dream. We both listen, waiting to see if she'll settle. She does. Back to sleep in seconds."I love you," Aiden says."I love you too.""I m
Taylor's POVThree years after the contract. Two years after the wedding. Eighteen months after Maya was born.It's a Tuesday night in October. Nothing special. Just a regular evening in the life we built.I'm in the kitchen making dinner. Maya is on the floor with her blocks, building something tha
The woman closed her notebook. "That's beautiful.""It's not beautiful. It's work. Really hard work. We still fight. We still build walls sometimes. We still have moments where we want to run because running is easier than staying. But we don't run. We stay. And we figure it out. That's the whole jo
Taylor's POVWe were at a foundation event two years after Maya was born when someone asked the question."How did you two make it work?" The woman was young, sharp-eyed, holding a notebook. A journalist, probably. Or a grad student writing a thesis. "You started with so much against you. The family
"Did it?" Kiera asked."No. We fell in love anyway. Threw out the contract after three months. Got married. Had her." He gestured to the baby monitor. "And now we're here.""That's the most romantic thing I've ever heard," Kiera said."It's not romantic. It's messy. We spent a year knocking down wal
Taylor's POVMaya's first birthday fell on a Saturday in October, eighteen months after the contract, fourteen months after the wedding, one year after she'd arrived and changed everything.We threw a party. Small. Just the people who'd earned their way to the table.My father arrived early, carryin
Taylor’s POVSilence should fade. It should thin out, soften, loosen its grip.But this silence doesn’t.It grows teeth.the backlash hasnt slowed— its mutated spreading across the internet like wildfire that refuses to burn out.no matter how many posts i scroll past how many replies i mute Aiden’s n
Taylor’s POVThe notification hits like a slap.at first its just a buzz on my phone— nothing unusual but then i see the name flashing on the screen: Ella is live.my stomach twists.for a second i just stare thumb hovering over the screen. Curiosity wins before reason can stop me.The moment I tap, h
Taylor’s POVThe hum of the athlete camp fills the air rubber soles squeaking against the polished court the echo of bouncing football syncing with bursts of laughter.it is so alive loud and everything i should feel connected to but my focus keeps slipping.i sit at my desk near the window the glow
But my eyes still find him.He doesn’t notice me.or maybe he does and chooses not to show it.thats the thing about Aiden— hes impossible to read unless he wants to be.he stands there cool and untouchable the calm in every storm, and for some reason that calm feels cruel right now.i glance down







