LOGINBella POVI didn't know what to say, so I hugged her, which she'd complained about and then held on to for a long time.So yes. Diana had slotted into Tom's life in a way I hadn't predicted. And Maya had been there from the very beginning in a way I couldn't have survived without. Tom, for his part, seemed to feel no conflict whatsoever about being adored by multiple women simultaneously. He accepted it as entirely appropriate.I watched him now, stealing a piece of Diana's bread without asking, and felt the warm ordinary weight of all of it.When we'd told him Diana would be responsible for him if anything happened to us, he'd said "Like a special aunt?" and Diana had said "Something like that" and he'd said "Cool" and gone back to his pasta.Diana had excused herself to the kitchen for five minutes after that.I didn't follow her. Some things don't need an audience.*******The doubt arrived at three in the morning, eleven days before the wedding.Not a crisis. Just the quiet 3 AM v
Caleb pov I thought about it. "Somewhere that means something." I looked at the city below us. "The house? The garden?"Her house — the one I'd put solely in her name.Something moved across her face. "The garden," she said."Three months from now it'll be ready," I said. "The roses you planted in April will be out."She was quiet for a moment, looking at the city. "Three months," she said."Three months," I agreed.She took my hand, we stayed on the terrace until Tom appeared in the doorway to tell us Diana had taught him a card trick and it worked and she was very good at teaching things, and we both looked at the doorway where Diana was standing behind him with the expression of someone who was not enjoying the credit but was also not correcting it."You're staying for dinner," Bella said to her.The last thing I did that night, after Tom was asleep and Bella was in the study reading and the penthouse had settled into its quiet, I sat for a while with the old therapy notebook.Bel
Caleb POVBella's conditions arrived in a document. Of course they did. She was Bella Hart, CEO of an international acquisitions firm, and when she told me she had conditions she meant it in the most complete sense of the word which made it difficult to misinterpret.I picked it up and read it, it had six rulesI recognized three of them immediately; she'd said them out loud already.One: No timeline imposed by outside expectation. We move at my pace. This is non-negotiable and not subject to revision based on board optics, media pressure, or anyone else's calendar.She'd said this to my face and I'd agreed without hesitation. Seeing it written down made me understand she'd needed it documented. That there had been enough people in her life who agreed to things verbally and then quietly renegotiated.Two: Weekly couples therapy for the first year minimum, both parties present, non-negotiable. I am not building something on a foundation that hasn't been properly examined.Three: Tom wi
Bella POVHe didn’t stop. He flipped me over onto my hands and knees, yanking my hips back so my ass was high in the air. One hand fisted in my hair, the other gripped my waist, and he slammed back into my dripping pussy in one brutal thrust.“Fuck, look at you,” he growled, watching his thick cock disappear inside me again and again. He fucked me rougher now, hips slapping loud against my ass, balls swinging heavy against my clit with every stroke. My tits swayed underneath me. He reached around and rubbed my swollen clit in tight, fast circles, making me moan.“Harder,” I begged, pushing back against him. He gave it to me, pounding my cunt so deep I felt him in my stomach. My second orgasm ripped through me, pussy pulsing and squirting around his cock. He kept fucking me through it, grunting with every thrust until my arms gave out and I face-planted into the pillow, ass still up for him.He pulled out, breathing hard. “On top. Now.”I climbed onto him, straddling his hips, his cock
Bella POVBut we were already equals, we had already established that. The paper would just be catching up to the truth.Tom fell asleep before eight, exhausted by the weight of good news and as usual playing with his dinosaurs as Caleb carried him to bed. I stood in the doorway and watched him tuck the blanket up and smooth Tom's hair off his forehead, and the feeling in my chest was so ordinary and so enormous I had to press my hand against the door frame. When he turned, he saw my face.He didn't say anything. He just crossed the hallway toward me, and I stepped back, and he pulled Tom's door most of the way closed, and then we were standing in the dim corridor looking at each other."You don't have to" he started."I know," I said.I kissed him first. Not the careful kind — I'd done enough of those. I rose onto my toes, slid my fingers into his thick black hair, and crashed my mouth against his with raw hunger. My lips parted his instantly, tongue pushing deep and greedy into his
Bella POVI pulled back slightly, needing the distance to say it properly. "First condition," I said. "We don't rush it, no engagement announcement, no ring shopping next week, no timeline shaped by your board's opinion or anyone else's expectations. We move when we're both ready, and I'm the one who decides when that is.""Agreed," he said immediately."You're not even going to negotiate?""No."I looked at him. "Most people negotiate.""I'm not negotiating the terms of spending my life with you," he said simply. "What else?""Second condition, we see someone like a therapist. Together. I'm not building something on top of everything that happened without a solid foundation. I've worked too hard to get here to watch it crack because we were too proud to do the work properly."Something moved across his face "I've been seeing a new therapist for about eight months."I stared at him. "You have.""Yes.""You never told me.""You never asked. And I wasn't sure you'd believe me, I didn't
Caleb pov "You can show him next time," Bella said, moving closer. "Come on, baby. Let's go.""But Mommy""Now, Tom." Her tone left no room for argument.Tom's face fell, but he started gathering his markers. "Will you come back, Caleb? Will there be a next time?""If your mommy says it's okay, th
Caleb pov My throat closed up completely. I couldn't speak, couldn't move, could barely breathe. He remembered me. My son remembered me."Hi, Tom," Maya said gently, sitting down next to him. "Remember how I told you we were meeting someone today? This is Caleb. He's Mommy's friend, and he wanted
Caleb POVTuesday came faster than I expected and slower than I wanted. I'd spent the past three days reading parenting books until my eyes burned, researching child psychology, and planning activities that would make Tom smile the way he had during our first visit.I arrived at the hotel precisely
Bella POVThursday morning started like any other. I was in my temporary office at Hart Worldwide's Silverton branch, reviewing acquisition proposals, when my assistant knocked on the door with an anxious expression."Ms. Hart, you have visitors," Jennifer said, her voice tight. "They don't have an







