Noah and Adrian's POV The morning of our anniversary felt different, like the world itself knew we were celebrating. Sunlight streamed through the curtains, warm and golden, spilling across our bed. Noah’s arm was draped over my waist, his chest pressed against my back, his breathing steady and calm. For a moment, I stayed still, listening to the quiet rhythm of our life. Outside, I could hear Luca and Emilia’s laughter as they played in the yard. The sound made my heart swell. This was our family, our life, built from pieces of pain, healing, and unshakable love. I turned in Noah’s arms to face him. His eyes were still closed, but a small smile tugged at his lips. “Happy anniversary,” I whispered softly. His eyes opened slowly, warm and full of that love that always seemed to undo me. “Happy anniversary, love,” he murmured, brushing a kiss to my forehead. “Another year of you, of us, of this beautiful life we’ve built.” I kissed him, lingering there, savoring the taste of him, t
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