Semua Bab Wedcuffed: Bab 351 - Bab 360

Sarah POVLate afternoon, filtered gently through the blurred curtains of the living room, bathed everything in a golden heat. Gabriel was stretching comfortably on a playmat on my feet, holding his small hand holding a soft plush toy. Elias was sleeping peacefully in the bassinet, while Ester settled on the couch, the way tired brightens used to carry the expected mothers. Her stomach was now round, she had taken a small life of the dreams of Noah and her.I bowed back to my chair, looking at her with a fond smile. Something real about such moments was real, both of us survived, untouched, calm, untouched by storms."Your face looks so bright, you know," I said softly, breaking comfortable silence. “Bright? Sarah, I feel like a whale. I can’t even bend without making a sound effect.” Ester laughed, shaking her head."Well, if this whale looks, the ocean should be full of beauty." I chuckled, and reached for my tea."You always make sure that I have to feel better." She rolled her e

Sarah POVThe apartment had settled into a quiet rhythm on Sunday evening. The kind of silence that follows a long, joyful couple of days. Alessandro was back from his business trip, having left Europe and flown all the way home to Minnesota. After reconnecting and catching up at home, much laughter, much whispering, swooning over the spaces in between stolen kisses, I was enveloped in a love-fueled fatigue.I have asked Ester to move in here until the baby's delivery, since it is not good for her to be alone when Noah is away at work. Here at least, I can be here to take care of her.Gabriel slept well, his small hands collided with his chest, gently breathing, I could hear it on the baby monitor fitted in the second room. Elias was ​​simply lost and started fifty-two, even though they broke each other with stories. Alessandro couldn’t help but go all-in—crazy voices, wild hand gestures, the whole nine yards. Honestly, he looked ridiculous, but the man he was laughing at Elias so har

Sarah POVThe air at Ester and Noah’s home felt softer that day, touched with something holy, something fragile. Man, the whole place just felt... alive, you know? Like something electric had buzzed into the walls. That weird mix of warm milk, lavender soap, and this sugary hint, yeah, it just hung around, dragging me right back to Gabriel’s first days.Ester was camped out on the couch, looking absolutely wiped but also kinda radiant in this new-mom way. Pride and exhaustion are a wild combo, honestly. Noah wouldn’t budge from her side; he kept fussing like the air itself might bruise her or their little girl if he let up for even a second.Meanwhile, Alessandro was parked next to me, holding Elias. The look on his face? Pure awe. You hardly ever catch him looking that soft, honestly. He couldn’t take his eyes off the baby in Ester’s arms, staring like it was something straight-up magical, like if he blinked, he’d miss the whole damn thing.Meanwhile, Gabriel, my Gabriel, was practic

Sarah POVThe drive home from Ester and Noah’s house had been a glowing blur of headlights, laughter hanging around me like perfume. The warmth of their place, and of people around it who loved them, stayed with me long after we had left and were walking out into the coolness of the night.My cheeks hurt from grinning at Gabriel’s attempts to play the part of Amelia’s self-appointed protector while simultaneously ordering Elias about as if he were a pint-size parent.Even now, as Alessandro unlocked our house door, Gabriel leaned heavily against his leg, fighting the sleep he swore he didn’t need. His little fists rubbed at his eyes while Elias babbled against my shoulder, moments away from collapsing into dreams."It seems that our soldier is tired," Alessandro grumbled, brushing Gabriel's hair back with our hand, as soon as we entered. His voice pushed forward the rage that he reserved for these quiet moments, when no one else could see softening in it."I no tired," Gabriel became

Sarah POVI was walking into the golden warmth of the afternoon with two sons at my side. Gabriel, tall, strong, his short fingers tightly inserted around Alessandro's hand, although this is his greatest comfort. Elias, round and bright, mumbled happily against my shoulder, his small palm patted my collarbone like a stable drum. I am not alive anymore. I am living, breathing. Laugh. I am surrounded by love that no longer scares me.And today, we are celebrating another miracle: Amelia is turning one today.It seems impossible, almost untrue.In my mind, I can still hear the voice of Ester from that day a year ago, still trembling with tiredness. The moment I saw Amelia's small face, pink and perfect, I knew that it was a thread that would make us all even more keen. I remember Gabriel had leaned carefully over the cot, his expression fierce with determination as he whispered, “My baby.” Elias had only been a few months old then, squealing in his stroller as though announcing his app