Mia's POVThomas stayed the night, as he had increasingly over the past year. There was something comfortable about waking up next to him.Morning came too quickly, sunlight streaming through the windows I'd forgotten to close. Thomas was already up, preparing coffee in the kitchen with the ease of someone familiar with the space."Morning," he smiled, handing me a steaming mug. "Sleep well?""Better than I have in weeks," I admitted, accepting the coffee gratefully. "Though I missed the usual 6 AM wake-up call of two small humans jumping on my bed.""They'll be home soon enough," he reminded me, dropping a kiss on my forehead. "Enjoy the peace while it lasts."My phone chimed with a text from my mother: Boys had breakfast, now at park with puppies. Home by noon.I showed Thomas the message. "See? The calm before the storm."He laughed, moving to gather his things. "I should head out—meeting at the gallery at 9. Dinner tomorrow? I'll cook.""Sounds perfect," I agreed.After Thomas lef
Mia's POVThomas and I strolled along the High Line after dinner, the city lights creating a magical glow against the night sky. A gentle breeze carried the scent of late spring blossoms, and somewhere in the distance, a street musician played a saxophone that melted into the background hum of traffic."Look," Thomas pointed upward. "You can actually see some stars tonight."I tilted my head back, surprised to find a scattering of stars visible despite Manhattan's light pollution. "A rare sight in New York.""Makes you realize how small we are in the grand scheme of things," he said, his hand finding mine naturally.We continued walking, falling into comfortable silence.Four years. Thomas had never pushed for labels or commitments, content to let things evolve naturally. "When we're ready to take the next step, we'll know," he'd said once. "Going with the flow is the fastest way."After Kyle's disappearance, I'd been wary of relationships, guarding my heart carefully. Thomas had unde
Mia's POVThe boys immediately forgot their questions, racing to the door. "Thomas! Thomas! What's our surprise?"I followed more slowly, my heart still heavy from their questions. Four years, and it didn't get easier.Thomas stood in the doorway, his tall frame bent down to the boys' level as he pretended to search his pockets. "Surprise? Did I mention a surprise? I can't seem to remember..."Their giggles filled the apartment as he finally produced two small boxes from his jacket."Careful," he warned as they tore into the packages. "These are special."Inside each box was a child-sized compass on a sturdy cord. "For our adventure tomorrow," Thomas explained, showing them how the needles always pointed north.The twins were delighted, immediately testing their new treasures by walking in different directions around the apartment.Thomas straightened up, his smile warming as it met mine. "Ready for dinner? The reservation's at 7:30.""Just need to grab my purse," I replied, touched b
Mia's POV"Uncle Nate!" The boys raced past me as I opened the door, launching themselves at Nate's legs.He caught them both with practiced ease, crouching down to their level. At his heels were his dogs."Well, if it isn't the hair stylists of Manhattan," Nate teased, ruffling both boys' hair. He looked up at me with a sympathetic smile. "How bad is it?""See for yourself," I stepped aside as Gas trotted over, showing off his singed patch.Nate inspected the damage with a professional eye. "Nothing serious. Dr. Riley will fix him up." He glanced at me, taking in my outfit. "Important meeting?""Bernard Leblanc is in town. We are going to visit to the Chelsea wellness center today."He nodded appreciatively. "Go knock 'em dead. We'll handle the dog emergency.""Boys," I crouched down to their level, fixing them with my serious look. "You are to behave for Uncle Nate. No more experiments, no more makeovers, no more 'improving' anything. Understood?""Yes, Mama," they chorused.I kisse
Mia's POVThe alarm chimed precisely at 5:00 AM, and I silenced it with a practiced tap before it could complete its first ring. My morning ritual began as it always did—fifteen minutes of meditation, thirty minutes on the Peloton, a quick shower, and exactly twenty-three minutes to dress, apply my minimal makeup, and arrange my hair into a sleek chignon.By 6:15 AM, I stood in my kitchen, scrolling through email notifications on my tablet while the espresso machine hummed. My calendar for the day glowed on the screen: 8:00 AM presentation to the board of Leblanc & Williams Architects (our Paris-based partnership had officially expanded to New York two years ago), 10:30 AM site visit to the Chelsea wellness center, 1:00 PM lunch with the editor of Architectural Digest (they wanted to feature our latest sustainable luxury project), 3:00 PM video conference with our Tokyo clients, and then I saw—"Alexander James Williams! Ethan Edward Williams! Get in here right now!"My carefully orde
Mia's POV"Where to, Mrs. Branson?" the driver asked."Branson Industries, please," I replied, making a sudden decision.The gleaming skyscraper of Branson Industries dominated the Manhattan skyline. I'd spent three years of my life working here before becoming Mrs. Branson."Mrs. Branson! What a lovely surprise," Linda, Kyle's longtime executive assistant, exclaimed when I stepped off the elevator at the executive floor. Her eyes immediately went to the twin car seats. "And the babies! Oh, they're beautiful.""Thank you, Linda," I smiled politely. "Who is in charge of the entire company now?"“Mr. Morton will help make some decisions. I think Mr. Branson and he have come to some kind of agreement. Mr. Morton is here today.” Linda said."Then I was hoping to speak with Morton, if he's available." I said."Let me check right away." She bustled off, returning moments later. "He can see you now. Let me help you with one of those carriers."Morton rose when we entered, his perpetually ser
Mia's POVThe Branson Estate looked exactly the same on the outside. It's always imposing, elegant, with manicured grounds that seemed to defy the lingering chill of early spring. I sat in the car for several minutes, staring at the grand entrance where I'd first arrived as Kyle's wife nearly four years ago."Mrs. Branson?" The driver's voice broke through my thoughts. "Would you like me to wait?""Yes, please," I replied, gathering my courage. "This shouldn't take long."I turned to check on the twins in their matching car seats. Both were sleeping peacefully after their morning feeding. The doctor had assured me that a short outing would be fine, but I still felt anxious bringing them out so soon after their homecoming."We'll just be a few minutes," I whispered to them. "Mommy needs to check something."With a deep breath, I rang the doorbell. The familiar chime echoed inside, bringing a rush of memories. Kyle loosening his tie as he walked through the door. Late night conversation
Mia's POV"Do you still love him?"Thomas's question hung in the air between us. I stared at him, caught completely off guard.Do I still love Kyle?A month ago, I would have answered without hesitation. No. Of course not. That chapter of my life was closed.But now.The memories flooded back without warning. Kyle bursting through that door, gun raised. The look in his eyes when he saw me bound and terrified. The way he'd placed himself between me and danger without a second thought. The feeling of his blood, warm and sticky, spreading beneath my hands as I begged him not to die.I looked down at the twins, peacefully sleeping in their matching bassinets. Alexander's tiny fist curled beside his cheek. Ethan's mouth making those dreamy sucking motions. Both of them carrying pieces of Kyle in their features."I'm sorry," Thomas said softly, noticing my silence. "That was unfair of me to ask.""No, it's okay," I replied, tucking Ethan's blanket more securely around his tiny body. "I just
Mia's POV"One last check of the discharge papers, Mrs. Branson, and you'll be all set to go home," Dr. Matthews said, her practiced smile not quite hiding the concern in her eyes. "Remember, the twins still need frequent monitoring. The home health nurse will visit daily for the first week, then we'll reassess."I nodded, scanning the stack of papers before me—medical instructions, follow-up appointments, warning signs to watch for, emergency contacts. So many details to remember, so many things that could go wrong."Are you sure they're ready?" I asked for what must have been the fifth time that morning. Though Alexander and Ethan had made remarkable progress in the six weeks since their birth, they still seemed so small, so fragile."They've met all our criteria for discharge—consistent weight gain, stable temperature, successful feeding, no apnea episodes for over a week. They're ready, Mia. And so are you."I glanced over at my sons, nestled in their identical car seats. Alexande