Vienna’s POVEdward’s hands were warm on my waist. Familiar now, like they’d always belonged there. We were standing in the garden of the new house, fairy lights strung between the trees. He leaned in, his green eyes soft, asking permission without words.I tilted my chin up.Our lips met—slow, gentle, achingly sweet."Mommy!" Oliver’s voice rang out, happy and clear. "Daddy!"I smiled into the kiss, pulling back just enough to see my son running toward us. Edward laughed, reaching down—And then—A sound behind us. A sharp, haunting intake of breath.I turned.Warren was standing there. A pale, gaunt figure—but alive. Awake. His dark eyes were locked on us, confusion and pain flickering across his face. "Vienna…?" he whispered.My heart slammed into my ribs. "Warren?! You… you’re awake! I—"Oliver ran past me and grabbed his hand. "Daddy!" he said brightly. Then he turned and pointed at Edward. "Meet Daddy number two!""No," I gasped. "Oliver, wait—"Edward stepped back, color dra
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