All Chapters of Wedcuffed: Chapter 161 - Chapter 170

Sarah POVI leaned in toward Alessandro, and I sensed the warmth of his arms when he clasped me in a close embrace. This new beginning, this instant happened but the path forward remained full of questions. And it was enough.Looking at our son, I felt certain about the perfect name that we picked. Gabriel Luca would be growing up surrounded by love and his family's support. His given name brought illumination to his life too. Gabriel would know of the dynamics of our life, and the difficulties we had overcome, but he would also know how love strengthens, how we persevere, and how beginnings are new.I felt so complete with Alessandro there beside me and with Gabriel Luca in my arms. An adventure that was full of light, love, along with promise would not be simple as we were starting anew. Like our son's namesake with strength and grace, we would create a future deserving of that name.The hospital room's door creaked open as I relaxed again within the moment's lap. The soft creak move

Adrian POVThe ride back to Sarah's house seemed almost unreal, as though I was watching my own life happen more than sitting and participating in it. My steering wheel grip tightened as I trailed Alessandro's car, and my thoughts were a vortex of feelings I couldn't quite disentangle. Everything including Gabriel's plus Sarah's with my peace had sheer immediacy. The unspoken uneasiness between us was wedged inside my chest, so it suffocated me. I had still yet to come to all of the terms with what it meant for one to be a dad. However here I stayed because I was entering a scenario where I felt outside everything already.Gabriel Luca. Because it was strange yet distinctly his its sound resounded in my head. I had had little choice over my son's name. It was just a tiny yet powerful reminder about how many of these choices without me had indeed been made, about how much had happened, plus how much of Sarah's own life while I was gone had also gone on without me. I said to myself it wa

Adrian POVAs the night passed, Alessandro remained as the fixed object of my attention. He did seem confident, and he interacted with Sarah easily. This made him dominate her with constant muted suffering. Sarah's replies to him felt like a real agony within my belly. She could not bear it with her eyes lingering on him and her smile curving softly at his words.A brief dark flicker, so very intense, crossed over my mind.Was he absent at that time?Would the landscape shift without Alessandro gone? Would I finally have a chance at mending my relationship with Sarah? It had fractured pieces. Could I at last step into the father role I yearned for without that feeling of being second best?I was startled by the starkness of the thought yet it lingered quite stubbornly. I wasn’t a violent man at all. I did not want to hurt him. But… what about if things just changed? What would occur if he exited from the entire photograph? Could Sarah have turned to someone else? She might have to tur

Sarah POVIt's been two weeks since Alessandro departed to Italy his absence makes the house unfamiliar. There is an undercurrent of tension that fully never dissipates, yet the air is more light, more quiet in some way. His absence makes the balance I kept feel unstable, like something important is gone, creating a strange emptiness.Adrian has been around a bit more often, and he is quite helpful and attentive. It is obvious that Adrian does make an effort to put himself into Gabriel's routine. He offers up help for errands, volunteers for small tasks without first being asked, and seems determined as a father just to prove his worth.Gabriel is watched by him in a way I see, plus he adjusts his behavior to ease things for me, as he is trying to convince me he has changed or remind me of who he used to be. There is a quiet determination within him now along with an unspoken insistence that this fractured version of a family we have can work. But I'm not sure about it being that simpl

Sarah POVHis lips brushed softly against mine at first, hesitant, testing the waters like so. I know some part of myself is in the wrong. Thus, all things gain more complexity. Yet I do not pull away all that fast enough, even so. His breath's warmth plus the familiarity of his touch feel intoxicating. It is a feeling about danger.The kiss is strong before I can realize that it is. It feels bittersweet because it holds all his losses plus all his former gains. He pulls me closer since his fingers tangle in my hair like he’s afraid I’ll disappear should he lets go. My hands move until they are on his shoulders then I push him away from me with little force. However, in an instinctive way he tightens his hold. His lips move against mine in a desperate way, that is a plea I do not want to hear.Reality crashes fully back in, like cold water then dousing a fire. I then suddenly pull back to break off the kiss because guilt along with regret flood right in as my chest heaves. I find that