LOGINBella POVThree months in, and my body declared war on everything I had ever loved. It started with Caleb's cologne.I had always loved that scent — I had never once complained about it in all the months we had spent carefully, cautiously rebuilding what existed between us. But on a Wednesday morning in early spring, I walked into the bedroom where he was getting dressed for a board meeting and the smell hit me like a wall."Stop," I said.He turned, one cufflink in, watching me with the particular patience he had developed over the last several weeks — the patience of a man who had learned very quickly that there was absolutely no predicting what was coming next. "What did I do?""Your cologne." I pressed my hand flat against my chest. "Take it off.""Bella""Caleb." I kept my voice very calm. "I am asking you nicely, take it off."He looked at me for a moment, then walked to the bathroom without another word and came back later smelling of plain soap. I breathed in carefully, decid
Bella POVBack in the consultation room, she sat down again and gave us more details. “You need to eat Bella, even when you don’t feel like it. Small meals, several times a day. Crackers, bananas, yogurt, whatever stays down. Protein is important, the baby needs nutrients right now.”I nodded but told her the truth. “I rarely have an appetite. Most things make me feel sick.”She didn’t look worried. “I understand. Many women experience this in the first trimester. Try anyway — even a few bites help. Ginger tea or small sips of electrolyte drinks can ease the nausea. A time will come, usually in the second trimester, when your appetite improves. You might even feel hungrier than usual then. We’ll monitor your weight and energy levels at the next visits to make sure you’re both doing well.” She smiled warmly. “Okay?”“Okay,” I said, managing a small smile back. I believed her. I had done this before under much harder conditions. This time felt different — safer, shared. With Caleb on on
Bella POVHe nodded. "The house I got you the last time, do you want to still use it, or""One thing at a time," I said. "Appointment first. Everything else after.""Okay," he said, without pushing it.I looked at my hands for a moment. "Are you scared?" I asked. He was quiet for long enough that I knew the answer was real when it came."Yes," he said. "Not about the baby, about you." He kept his eyes on the window. "The pregnancy. Whether it's safe, whether." He stopped. "I looked things up this morning while you were on the phone with Maya and I should not have looked things up.""Caleb.""I know," he said. "I know it's not helpful, I just" He looked at me. "You're the thing I can't lose. That's all. Everything else I can navigate but not that."I reached over and took his hand. "I'm strong," I said."I know you are," he said. "You're also the person I love most on this earth and that makes me irrational.""We're going to be okay," I said.He turned to look at me. "We're going to
Bella POVI pressed my face into his shoulder and felt the fear and the warmth and the strangeness of it all exist at once, which I was learning was how everything real felt.Tom's chair scraped back, his small footsteps. Then his arms around both our legs, his face tipped up between us with the grey eyes and the gap-toothed grin. "Are we hugging?" he asked. "I want to hug you."Caleb let out a breath of laughter and pulled back enough to reach down and pick Tom up, settling him between us, and Tom looked at both of us with the satisfaction of someone who had correctly identified the situation and inserted himself appropriately.He stayed like that for approximately a few seconds and then leaned back and looked between us."Is it better than a birthday?" he asked.Caleb considered this seriously. "Yes."Tom's eyes widened slightly. "Better than the dinosaur museum?""Much better," I said.He absorbed this. "Better than the submarine we're getting?""We're not getting a submarine," I s
Bella pov We officially merged all our businesses a few days after we got back, on a Thursday, in a conference room full of lawyers and paperwork. Caleb signed everything without reading it because I'd already reviewed it all. Black Enterprises and Hart Worldwide folded together in an equal partnership. Our lawyers called it unusually clean and refreshingly non-adversarial.We'd worked out the details on the island, at the kitchen table one afternoon. Neither of us found drafting business agreements during our honeymoon strange.The media called us a power couple headline after headline. Photos showed us at the press conference, standing together exactly as we were.At breakfast the next morning, Caleb scrolled through the coverage on his phone."Power couple," he said."I saw.""They've used that phrase fourteen times.""I counted eleven."He set the phone down. "How do you feel about being half of a power couple?""I was a power on my own for years. Adding you has complicated my b
Bella POVThe penthouse smelled like Tom's shampoo and someone had been baking, which meant Maya had been here, and I stood in the entry hall for a moment with my bag at my feet and just breathed it in.Two weeks ago, it had been two weeks of sea air, constant sex, and endless talking. In that short time, I got to know more about Caleb than I had in our entire previous life together.The moment we stepped back into the apartment, the familiar smell of home hit me. It felt real—equally worth wanting.Caleb came in behind me, set the bags down, and went still. “Maya,” he said."Has to be," I said.Tom came running from the kitchen and launched himself at me. I caught him as his arms wrapped around my neck and legs around my waist."You were gone forever," he said into my shoulder."Fourteen days," I said."That's forever.""Did you miss me?"He pulled back, grey eyes solemn like his father's. "Every day. Maya let me have ice cream twice. I told her you wouldn't mind.""Did she say I wou
Bella POVI made it back to the penthouse before I fell apart completely. The elevator doors had barely closed before the first sob broke free, raw and ugly and years overdue. I pressed my back against the wall and slid down until I was sitting on the floor, my expensive suit wrinkling, my carefull
Bella pov Just my name, spoken in that voice I'd tried so hard to forget. I stopped walking, my entire body going rigid. Turn around, I told myself. Face him. Show him you're not afraid.But I was afraid. Terrified, actually. Because hearing his voice again made me feel like that girl standing in
Caleb POVThe clock on my nightstand read 3:47 AM, and I was staring at the ceiling again, counting the minutes until I could pretend sleep was even an option. Bella's eyes haunted me every time I closed mine.I'd tried everything: sleeping pills that left me groggy and useless, whiskey that only m
Caleb pov Three Years LaterGrandmother died on a Tuesday morning in early spring. She went peacefully in her sleep, they told me, but her last words to me the previous Sunday still echoed in my mind."Did you find her yet?""No, Grandmother. I'm still looking."She'd squeezed my hand with what li







