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The autumn leaves crunched beneath Bella's feet as she walked through the park, her hand resting protectively over the gentle curve of her growing belly. Six months had passed since the wedding, and life had settled into a rhythm she had never dared to dream possible. The morning sickness had finally subsided, leaving her with that radiant glow everyone talked about but she had never quite believed in until now.Killian walked beside her, his arm wrapped securely around her waist, occasionally glancing down at her with that same look of wonder and protectiveness that had become second nature to him. He still couldn't quite believe it sometimes – that they were married, that they were expecting their first child, that all the chaos and danger was truly behind them."I can't believe how much everything has changed," Bella said softly, watching Angela run ahead of them, chasing fallen leaves with unbridled joy. The little girl had grown so much in just these few months, both physically a

The morning sun streamed through the kitchen windows of their renovated farmhouse, casting golden light across the breakfast table where controlled chaos reigned supreme. Five-year-old James sat in his booster seat, carefully arranging his pancakes into a tower while twelve-year-old Angela helped three-year-old Emma cut her fruit into tiny pieces. At the head of the table, Killian bounced one-year-old Liam on his knee while trying to drink his coffee and read work emails simultaneously."Daddy, James is playing with his food again," Emma announced with the serious tone of a child who took rule-following very seriously."I'm not playing, I'm building," James corrected with the patient air of someone who had explained this many times before. "This is the Leaning Tower of Pancakes.""It's going to fall," Angela warned, reaching over to steady the wobbling stack."That's the point," James said matter-of-factly. "Then I get to eat the ruins."Bella smiled as she flipped more pancakes at th

The morning of Angela's wedding dawned clear and bright, with the kind of golden September light that made everything look like it had been touched by magic. Bella stood at the kitchen window of the farmhouse, watching the catering crew set up tables and chairs in the backyard where Angela would marry David in just a few hours.Twenty-six years old now, Angela had grown into a confident, accomplished woman who worked as a journalist for the state newspaper and had met David, a fellow reporter, while covering a story about local education initiatives. Their love story had unfolded over two years of shared deadlines, late-night conversations, and a mutual passion for truth-telling that reminded Bella so much of her own journey with Killian."Mom, have you seen my earrings?" called twenty-one-year-old James from the hallway, his voice carrying the slight panic of someone running late. Home from art school for his sister's wedding, James had grown into a tall, thoughtful young man whose p