LOGINAldric POV Back at the hotel, we took our time.That was the particular luxury of these forty-eight hours. Not the expensive room, or the adult furniture or the uninterrupted sleep. The time. The specific, unhurried quality of being together without something immediately requiring our attention.I kissed him, which was the only adequate response.This time, there was no rush behind it. No urgency driven by interruption or exhaustion or the quiet ticking pressure of responsibilities waiting just outside the door. Just him, warm under my hands, familiar in a way that settled something deep in my chest.Caelen shifted closer, his breath soft against mine, and I felt it, the way we always found each other again, no matter how much time had passed, no matter how much life had layered itself over us.We moved slowly, learning each other all over again in the quiet. Every touch lingered longer than it needed to. Every kiss deepened without demand, just a quiet, steady pull. There was no nee
Caelen POVFive years.Half a decade since I had signed a contract to marry a stranger for money to save my dying mother. Three years since we had chosen each other for real, properly, in front of a fireplace with the contract burning to ash and a ring that said Always choose you. Three beautiful, chaotic boys who had transformed us from reluctant partners into something neither of us had known how to want until we had it."You're sure you can handle all three?" I asked Eleanor for the fifth time, watching her arrange snacks with the calm efficiency of someone who had been managing this household's logistics for years."Caelen, I raised you alone. I can manage three boys with Sebastian and Mira as backup." She steered me toward the door with the gentle authority she had always had. "Go. Have an actual anniversary. Be adults who remember they're married to each other, not just parents surviving together.""But what if Lucas has one of his nightmares? Or James refuses to eat vegetables?
Caelen POV Work was impossible.I sat at my desk with marketing proposals open on my screen and checked my phone every few minutes for calls that would only come in an emergency. The rational part of my brain understood this. The other part generated emergencies at regular intervals that required the phone to be checked again."How's Adrian?" Rachel appeared in my doorway around ten."No idea. Apparently, you can't call to check. This is apparently a policy that exists.""He's fine.""What if he's crying? What if someone is unkind to him? What if...""Then he'll learn to handle it." She sat down across from my desk with the directness she had always had. "That's what school is for. Not just reading and maths. Learning to navigate other people without your parents in the room.""He was premature. He almost died. I should be allowed to be more worried than other parents.""You are more worried. And you're still sending him anyway." She held my gaze. "That's good parenting, not bad pare
Caelen POVThe school supply shopping trip happened on a Saturday in late August.All five of us in the SUV we had bought specifically because three car seats and the logistics of going anywhere required it. Adrian was in his booster with the supply list his kindergarten teacher had mailed, reading it aloud with the careful pronunciation of a five-year-old still mastering longer words."Twelve crayons." He tracked each word with one finger. "One backpack. Two fold-ers." He looked up. "What's a folder, Papa?""A special holder for papers. We'll find you the coolest ones." I glanced back at him. This child. This specific child who had arrived eight weeks early at four pounds two ounces with a breathing tube and a NICU incubator, is now going to actual school. "What color backpack do you want?""Dinosaurs! And space! And trucks!""Pick one theme. We can't find all three in the same backpack."He considered this with the gravity it deserved. "Dinosaurs. Because dinosaurs are the most cool
Aldric POV Evening operated in reverse.Five-thirty: leave office. Six: Collect twins from daycare. Six-fifteen: collect Adrian from preschool or Eleanor's, depending on the day. Six-thirty: arrive home to Sophia finishing dinner preparation before her shift ended.Dinner together was fixed. All five of us at the table every evening, no phones, actual conversation even when the conversation was mostly incomprehensible babble from the twins and negotiation with Adrian about vegetables."Three bites of broccoli" became standard. "Then dessert.""But Daddy…""Three bites. That is the rule."Adrian would perform the three most theatrical bites in recorded history, expression suggesting he was enduring something significant. James and Lucas would observe this process with interest and then smear their own broccoli in directions that suggested a different set of priorities.Bath time was a relay. Caelen handled the twins in their bath while I managed Adrian, who had developed a new interes
Caelen—POV The return to full-time work happened gradually, the way the right things did. Two days a week working from home first. Then three days in the office. Then, finally, the full schedule I had held before the twins arrived, and the world reorganized itself around two simultaneous, new people. Adrian was three and a half. He went to preschool three mornings a week, and came home with paintings and strong opinions about what constituted an acceptable lunch. The twins had just turned one. They were walking, unsteadily, determinedly, falling and getting up with the uncomplicated confidence of those who hadn't yet learned to be embarrassed by falling. They babbled at each other in a language that appeared to mean something to them and nothing to anyone else. "Are you sure about this?" Aldric asked the night before my official return. We were folding laundry. There was always laundry. Three children generated laundry in quantities that defied the physics of how small they wer
Caelen POVI woke tangled in expensive sheets that still smelled faintly of lavender detergent. My mind replayed last night again and again. The gala and Adrian’s cruel words. Aldric’s hand on my face last night, close enough to something I wasn’t ready to name. The way he said we should talk, real
Aldric POVThe steady hum of the private jet filled the cabin as we cruised at thirty thousand feet, but I couldn’t focus on the racing data spread out before me. Telemetry charts, competitor breakdowns, and track maps for Circuit de Barcelona-Catalunya. Normally, this kind of preparation absorbed
Caelen POVI woke to sunlight pouring in through windows I'd forgotten to close. For a confused moment, I woke up feeling lost. The bed was too soft, the room too big, and the silence too much. Then everything came back to me. I thought about the Fenmore Estate, the wedding, and Aldric's cold dism
Caelen POVThe video call came during breakfast on Tuesday, three days after Aldric left for Spain.I was sitting in the smaller breakfast room that overlooked the garden. I was eating yogurt and fruit while scrolling through my phone. When Mira’s name appeared on the screen, my stomach dropped.I







