LOGINSienna’s POVAs we walk around our backyard reception, I can’t help but smile to myself. When we planned this, I kept saying, It’s only about seventy-five people. But standing here now, it feels full, more closer to 100, but in the best way possible. Laughter everywhere. Music floating through the yard. Plates piled high because we decided on a buffet style, thank God, and we’re using my favorite catering crew.They went all out with four different meats, six sides, hell endless food. Desserts lined up like it was a holiday party. Nobody’s leaving hungry.I let out a quiet sigh and glance across the yard, spotting my husband.Yeah. My husband.We’ve been married for a minute now, and I’m not going to lie, it’s been good. Really good.Knox is standing there looking like all kinds of sin, talking to Alex, and they’re laughing like they are the best of friends, which is still wild to me if I think about it too long. I used to sleep with both of them. That part is… complicated. But if I’m
Knox’s POVOne Year Later“Oh my God… babe. You look amazing.”The words leave my mouth before I can stop them.Sienna steps out into the backyard, and for a second, just a second, everything goes quiet in my head. The music fades. The chatter blurs. All I see is her.She’s wearing a cream-colored, fitted lace dress, sleeveless, empire waist, hugging her body in all the right places. And for a woman who had two babies back-to-back in less than two years, she looks unreal. Full in her hips, thick in her thighs, her ass sitting just right. Soft, womanly, and all mine.People start clapping, cheering, and whistling.I’m standing at the front, holding our baby girl, Little London, who’s already got that solid sixteen pounder build just like her brother did. She’s only three months old, but she’s sturdy, bright-eyed, and looks damn near identical to Carter at this age. Same cheeks. Same nose. Same everything.Sienna catches my eye and smiles, and I swear that smile still hits me the same w
Sienna’s POVFour months later.I stand in the living room rocking my big baby boy against my chest, staring down at Carter like he’s some kind of miracle I still haven’t wrapped my mind around. He’s only four months old, but he’s solid, with thick thighs, strong little legs already trying to stand, a head full of soft curls that already form a tiny afro. His eyes are bright, always alert, like he’s studying everything and everyone around him.Grandma Mabel can barely lift him anymore. Every time she does, she grunts, then laughs, then tells him he needs to slow down on the milk. Carter just grins at her like he knows he’s winning.I smile, but my stomach twists.Because I’m holding onto a secret that’s about to blow Knox’s entire world apart.The house has been nonstop chaos lately, with wedding planning chaos. People in and out. Wedding rings tried on. Dresses clipped and unclipped. Cake tastings that all blur together. Flowers and seating charts. Six months out and already I feel
Knox’s POVAfter the initial shock wears off, the very real, very loud realization that I did not have a baby girl but instead produced a whole grown infant of a big healthy boy, I finally start to breathe again.I mean… this kid didn’t come out newborn, sized. No. This baby skipped that stage entirely. He’s not fitting into newborn clothes. He’s not even pretending. He’s going straight into three to six month outfits like he’s late for something.I look over at Sienna, tears streaming down her face as she rubs his tiny back, whispering to him like she’s known him forever. The doctor clears his throat and says, “Alright, Dad, come on over and cut the umbilical cord.”And I just stand there.Frozen.Because what the fuck just happened?Where is my baby girl?My mind has been set on pink blankets, bows, and daddy daughter tea parties. I had a whole future planned. And now I’m standing here staring at my very handsome, very large son wondering how fast my entire life just shifted.I mean
Epilogue 1Sienna’s POVTwo Months Later“Sienna… ma’am,” Trevor says slowly, arms crossed, eyes glued to my stomach like it might detach itself and roll down the hallway. “Why are you at work?”I scoff and lean back in my chair.“Because if I stay in that house one more full day by myself, I’m going to lose my fucking mind.”He frowns. “You’re nine months pregnant.”“Yes.”“You were supposed to start maternity leave last week.”“Yes.”“And you’re still here.”“Yes,” I repeat. “And let me tell you why.”One day. One single day at home alone.I rearranged the entire living room.Hung every piece of art Knox had been ‘meaning to get to.’Redecorated both baby rooms.Cooked at least fifteen TikTok meals, half of which were lies to blow up people channels.Organized the basement.Found the wine cellar Knox conveniently never mentioned.Organized that too.And when there was nothing left to do?I almost worked myself into active labor out of sheer boredom.So yes. I came to work. Because a
Knox’s POV As the last of the stragglers finally start drifting toward their cars, the energy in the house shifts. The music is lower. The laughter is softer. That post party quiet starts to creep in, you know the kind that settles into the walls once everyone’s gone.That’s when I notice my sister Kira walking back into the house, with one baby strapped tightly to her chest.I follow her inside without saying anything at first, just watching her body language. She moves slower than usual, shoulders tense, steps distracted. She heads straight toward the first-floor nursery, and I trail behind her, my boots barely making a sound on the floor.She stops abruptly, staring down at the crib like she’s trying to solve a problem that won’t give her an answer.“Hey,” I say gently. “Kira… you okay?”She jumps and whips around so fast she almost loses her balance.“Shit, Knox, you scared me.”I raise an eyebrow. “You’re in my house. But again, are you okay?”She exhales hard, the kind of bre
Sienna’s POVI’m running through a cloud of darkness. I can’t see anything, but I keep going, searching for a way out. My feet hit the ground hard, the sound echoing like I’m trapped in some endless void. My chest is tight, my breath short. Then suddenly, I see something ahead, a faint outline, may
Sienna’s POVWhen I wake up, I’m tangled in Knox’s arms like always. Every time we fall asleep, he wraps around me like I’m something precious he refuses to let go of. It’s his way of making sure I feel safe, of reminding me that I’m protected, no matter what’s happening outside these four walls.I
Explicit Scenes Ahead Talks of attempted rape and abuseSienna’s POVFriday NightYou know that state when you’re half awake, half asleep, when your mind knows something’s wrong, but your body won’t respond? That’s me right now. I can feel everything, but I can’t move. It’s like my soul is screami
Sienna’s POVAs the next day finally arrived, though it probably had already begun when Knox came, I woke up completely and looked at the nurse who was unhooking my IVs on one side. Turning my head to the other side, I saw my fiancé snoring his life away in the bed next to me.The nurse smiled. “We







