The summer air was crisp, tinged with the scent of pine and rain, as Isla sat cross-legged in the park beside the school, watching Lucian and Aaric trying to assemble a slightly crooked kite. And they were failing so adorably.Aaric frowned, holding one of the sticks at an odd angle. “I don’t think that’s where it goes.”Lucian chuckled. “No? I thought I had it this time.”“You’ve said that five times,” Aaric rolled his eyes.“And I’ll say it five more times,” Lucian grumbled.Isla laughed, and something warm fluttered in her chest. She hadn’t seen Lucian laugh like this. She had seen him laughing only due to her five years back but never after that.Aaric, with his slightly oversized hoodie and crooked front tooth, looked like any other normal five year old. He was theirs. And no matter how kind these days felt, the time would never rewind to give them back what they’d lost but they would male sure to create new memories with their child.She cherished this version of the now. They h
The morning sun filtered through the trees, casting golden streaks across the grounds of the estate-turned-boarding-school. Birds chirped, and the scent of dewy grass lingered in the air with a rare softness amidst the storm of heavy emotions Isla had carried for days.But today felt different.Today, their son would play soccer with his father.Lucian had dressed down in grey joggers, a black hoodie, and those old trainers Isla had once teased him about five years back. He looked younger somehow and nervous as he kicked the ball between his feet, glancing toward the path leading from the main building.Aaric arrived a moment later, led by a faculty member, carrying the very soccer ball Lucian had sent for him in the morning. His small hands gripped it tightly, as if it were the only familiar thing he trusted.His eyes locked onto Lucian’s.There was no tension. No guarded expression and Aaric was still as cheerful and happy seeing his parents. Lucian bent down. “Ready to show me how
The next dayLucian was never a man who begged.But when it came to his son, pride was a small price to pay now.Within hours of reuniting with Aaric, he’d made quiet calls and a huge donation to the school’s arts wing. A gentle nudge at the board. And then an invitation to spend the day with Aaric, off-campus was given to him and Isla.Technically, it was a "bonding day" for them. In reality, Lucian Blackwell pulled his weight in the way he did best, with precision and his power.Claire was furious.Of course she hadn’t said it outright. But Isla could feel it. She wasn’t stopping. But Isla could feel it in her bones thatClaire Blackwell was planning something as she always did.But today, Isla wasn’t afraid.Because for once, she wasn’t alone in this fight. Lucian was with her as her knight.Lucian stood beside her in the school’s front courtyard, dressed in soft slacks and a slate blue shirt, the sleeves rolled up. Today he was a man shedding his armor, piece by piece, for his son.
The garden behind the boarding school was drenched in pale light, dew still fresh on the roses. Isla stood frozen as Aaric looked at her confused when Lucuan told him of them being his parents.Lucian dropped to one knee instinctively, arms open but still, like he didn’t dare move closer.Isla’s voice was barely a whisper. “Aaric... baby...”The little boy blinked? “Aaric?”Lucian’s throat closed up. “We gave you that name.”Aaric tilted his head, brows furrowing. “You...?”Isla knelt beside Lucian now, tears falling freely. “We’re your mama and papa, sweetheart. Someone took you from us. But we never stopped looking for you. We never stopped loving you.”Aaric didn’t say anything at first. Just stared at them confused, hesitant. He glanced down at the ground like he was searching for something to be his anchor. But then...He looked back up, eyes shining, and whispered sadly, “Everyone else had parents.”And suddenly, he ran forward, flinging himself into Isla’s arms.“I missed havin
The sky above the villa darkened early, a storm curling in the distance like a clenched fist. The wind howled through pine trees surrounding the hills, whistling against the windows with an eerie kind of promise.Isla stood by the rain-specked glass, her arms folded tightly around herself. She hadn’t spoken much since the call she had gotten from the school.Lucian watched her in silence. She’d been still for over ten minutes, her eyes locked on the road, as if willing a bus to appear.“They’re coming back early,” she had whispered when the headmaster called. “This time the news is confirmed. There is a storm and a landslide risk near the place they are in so now they’re taking a different route.”Her voice trembled, but she didn’t cry. Isla never cried when she was afraid.Lucian set down his coffee, walking over. “Come and sit down. You're freezing.”“I’m fine.”“No, you're not,” Lucian said back.She turned. “He’s going to be here. In less than 48 hours. After five years, Lucian.
The walls of the villa house felt colder today. Though not physically, but emotionally. Like grief had settled into the plaster and paint making two parents miserable.Isla’s fingers trailed along the edge of the shelf in the small reading room just beside the staircase. The room smelled of old paper and something faintly like citrus, probably the cleaner they used here. She wasn’t even looking for anything in particular. Just… something that might make her feel better. A sound behind Lucian stepped in. He didn’t say anything. They had learned to exist in silence, their pain no longer needing the formality of small talk.She looked at the drawer where she had kept some.projects or things made by Aaric. Lucian had gone to great lengths to find that stuff just to make Isla smile. She opened the drawer. It was another box of school crafts. She looked at it and then her hands froze.Inside the drawer was a crumpled piece of colored paper in blue. It was folded in half like a card. Her br