《The Devil You Know 》全部章節：第 151 章 - 第 158 章

ANDRADE I stood in the kitchen, staring blankly at the coffee machine, my mind a thousand miles away. The morning light filtered through the window, casting a soft glow over the counter, but it didn’t seem to reach me. I was deep in thought about something that had been on my mind for weeks now. Fatherhood. Elijah and I had talked about it on and off since the wedding. The idea of becoming parents had seemed like a distant, far-off concept. But now, it felt much closer. Elijah had brought the idea. I froze and hesitated to give him an answer and he is still waiting. I know. I don't know how long I can drag this. He really wants this and I really want to make him happy, I want to give him everything. Do I want kids? No. Or maybe I'm not just ready. Elijah is ready and he wants kids. Elijah came into the room, wearing one of my old hoodies. It was oversized on him, the sleeves hanging over his hands as he rubbed his eyes sleepily. He looked more relaxed in the mornings,

ELIJAH The excitement of the pregnancy had settled into something quieter, more constant. There were days when Andrade seemed to glow, as if the thought of becoming a father had completely transformed him. Then there were other days when he looked tired, distant, and I knew the weight of everything was starting to press down on him. The beginning of this journey was just the start, and though we both wanted this, it was a lot to adjust to. I sat on the couch, scrolling through the nursery design on my phone, the pale blue walls and soft, minimalistic furniture barely registering in my mind. I let Andrade pick the color, furniture, design and everything. We've already picked a room for them and bought lots of toys already. Well, Andrade mostly. He couldn't stop buying toys. Apparently, he wants a boy and believes it will be a boy while I really don't have a gender preference. I just want my babies. He wanted to check the gender and Marisol wanted a gender rev

ELIJAH Life had changed so much in the past few years. From the uncertainty of becoming parents to now—raising two amazing kids together, and I wouldn't change a thing. I used to worry about how I would handle it, how I’d be as a father. Would I be good enough? Would I know what to do? But now, looking at Javier and Daphne—our two little miracles—I realized how wrong I was to doubt myself. This, right here, was exactly what I needed. What we needed. It was early morning, and Andrade was in the kitchen making breakfast while I got them ready. Javier was still in his pajamas, running around in circles, yelling, “Daddy! Daddy!” with his arms raised as if he could fly. Daphne, on the other hand, was quietly sitting in her high chair, chewing on a teething toy while looking at her brother with pure fascination. The house was chaos, but it was our chaos, and I wouldn’t have it any other way. “Come on, Javier! Let’s get your shoes on,” I called, kneeling to h

ANDRADE I sit back in the deck chair, the soft creak of the wood soothing my nerves as I watch Javier and Daphne play in the backyard. They’re both so full of energy now, growing up too fast for my liking. But there’s a sense of pride in seeing them become their own little people, each with their own quirks and passions. Daphne, always the daredevil, climbing anything she can get her hands on. Javier, quieter but equally stubborn, carrying his toy car around like it’s the most important thing in the world. He was struggling with the controller because the car was stuck. I glance over at Elijah, who’s sitting on the porch with a mug of coffee, his gaze fixed on the kids. There’s a soft smile on his face. Eight years ago, I would’ve never imagined this—this life, this family. But here we are, living it. “You okay?” I ask, my voice low but full of affection. Elijah looks over at me, his eyes warm as always. “Yeah, just… watching them,” he says with a smile. “Hard to b