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185: The First Surrender
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Wanted By Josh Carter: His Father, My Lover Epilogue: Five Candles and Counting
Third Person's POVThe Carter mansion had never been louder.It was James Carter’s fifth birthday, and the sprawling house in Winnetka was pure, beautiful chaos. Balloons in every shade of blue bobbed against the vaulted ceilings. A three-tiered dinosaur cake the size of a small car dominated the kitchen island. Somewhere in the garden, a rented ponies were being circled by shrieking children, while a face-painter with glitter in her hair tried to keep up.Cassie stood in the sun-drenched living room, nursing four-month-old Lucinda under a light muslin blanket, one eye on the baby and the other on three-year-old Valentina, who was currently streaking past in nothing but a tutu and dinosaur tail, barefoot and shrieking with delight.“Valentina Marie Carter, shoes!” the nanny called, sprinting after her with a pair of sparkly Mary-Janes dangling from two fingers.Cassie sighed, half laughing. “Good luck with that.”James, the birthday boy himself, was nowhere to be seen, which almost c
Wanted By Josh Carter: His Father, My Lover 199: The Weight of Forgiveness
Third POV Josh came home later than usual that evening, tie loosened, sleeves rolled up, the faint scent of city rain still clinging to his coat. The house was quieter than it should have been at seven p.m.; no music drifting from the kitchen, no Cassie humming while she folded tiny onesies. Just the low hum of the refrigerator and the soft patter of October rain against the windows. He found her in the nursery, sitting in the rocking chair, staring at the empty crib as if it had already betrayed her. One hand rested protectively over her belly, the other clutched a crumpled tissue. “Hey,” he said softly, crouching in front of her. “Talk to me.” The story spilled out in broken pieces: Beckie’s visit, the lemonade rings still on the coffee table, the way Beckie’s voice had cracked when she said complicit. Cassie cried without sound, shoulders shaking, terrified she had lost her best friend forever over a choice that wasn’t even hers to begin with. Josh listened without inte
Wanted By Josh Carter: His Father, My Lover 198: Fractured Lines
Third Person's POV The new Carter mansion stood on a quiet cul-de-sac in Winnetka, wrapped in old oaks and morning light. Inside, the air still carried the faint scent of fresh paint and new beginnings. Cassie moved slowly through the open-plan living room, barefoot on heated hardwood floors, one hand cradling the heavy curve of her eight-and-a-half-month belly, the other balancing a glass of iced raspberry leaf tea that Josh insisted would make labor easier. The nursery upstairs was already finished, soft gray walls, white furniture, a rocking chair by the window that overlooked the garden. Everything was ready. Everything except her heart. The doorbell rang, bright and hopeful. Cassie opened it to find Beckie on the wide stone porch, sunglasses pushed up into her dark hair, linen dress fluttering in the late-summer breeze. She looked thinner, eyes a little shadowed, but the smile she offered was genuine. They collided into a hug before a single word was spoken. “God,
Wanted By Josh Carter: His Father, My Lover 197: Homecoming
Laura’s POVThe second we stepped out of the jetway at JFK, I heard her before I saw her.“Mommy! Daddy!”Annie’s little voice cut through the airport noise like a bell, and then she was sprinting toward us, curls bouncing, pink backpack flapping behind her like wings. My heart exploded.Jason dropped our carry-on bags without ceremony and crouched just in time for her to launch herself at us. I knelt too, and suddenly we were a tangled, giggling pile of arms and legs and happy tears.“Mommy Daddy! You guys came back!” she squealed, squeezing my neck so tight I could barely breathe.“Oh, my baby,” I whispered, pressing kisses into her hair that still smelled like Ava’s strawberry shampoo. “We missed you so, so much.”Jason’s big hand cupped the back of her head, his voice suspiciously thick. “Hey, princess. Look at you practically grew an inch while we were gone.”Annie pulled back just enough to beam at us, one front tooth conspicuously missing. “I lost a tooth! The Tooth Fairy gave
Wanted By Josh Carter: His Father, My Lover 196: I Always Loved You
Laura’s POVThe warm water kept falling over us like a private curtain, steam curling around our bodies while Jason’s hands never stopped moving, tracing my waist, my shoulders, the line of my jaw, like he was afraid I’d disappear if he stopped touching me.I needed to know.“When did you find out you loved me?” I asked again, voice barely above the sound of the water. “Really loved me. Not just… liked having me around. When did it hit you?”He threw his head back and let out a low, self-mocking laugh that rumbled through his chest. “You really want the embarrassing truth?”“I want all of it.”His eyes softened, the teasing gone. He cupped my face, thumbs brushing my cheeks like I was something precious.“I have always loved you, Laura,” he said, voice rough with honesty. “I just didn’t know what the hell to do with it. I had to lose you to finally admit it out loud.”My breath caught. “Always? Even… before the wedding?”He nodded slowly. “From the first damn day. That stupid yellow s
Wanted By Josh Carter: His Father, My Lover 195: When Did You Know?
Laura’s POV The sun was bleeding orange and pink across the horizon when we finally dragged ourselves out of the sea, limbs heavy, skin wrinkled like prunes, laughing so hard our ribs hurt. Jason had spent the last hour giving me piggy-back rides through the waves, deliberately dunking me every time I called him “old man,” and I’d retaliated by trying and failing to push him under. We were children again, the kind who had never been hurt, never been divorced, never learned how sharp love can cut. By the time we stumbled back toward the villa, the sky had turned lavender and the first stars were blinking on. We walked wrapped around each other, his arm heavy across my shoulders, my cheek pressed to the warm, salty skin of his chest. Neither of us spoke; we didn’t need to. The silence felt safe. At the outdoor shower, Jason flicked the lever and frowned. “Heater’s taking its sweet time again.” I shivered dramatically, teeth chattering for effect. “I’m freezing!” He laughed a
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