جميع فصول : الفصل -الفصل 60

Sophie’s povThe phone call came out of nowhere, piercing the calm I had fought so hard to build. One moment I was sitting with a quiet cup of tea, the morning sun spilling across the hardwood floors, the faint hum of the city in the distance, and the next—my phone vibrated insistently on the counter. I picked it up, my heart skipping an involuntary beat.“Hi… Sophie,” my mother’s voice was soft, tentative, almost fragile.Hearing her voice sent a jolt through me, a memory-laden shock. The sound of her, so familiar yet distant, was a reminder of all the years that had shaped me into someone I no longer recognized. I hadn’t spoken to her in weeks. Not since the reminders of the past—the betrayal, the surrogate arrangement, the decisions she made without consulting me, the life she had attempted to control—had become too heavy to carry in casual conversation. Every attempt at normalcy crumbled under the weight of that history.“I… I’m here,” I said slowly, trying to keep my voice steady

(Sophie’s POV)The morning light spilled across the city, soft and golden, a quiet promise of new beginnings. Today was not about fear, regret, or the shadows of the past. Today was about choice, trust, and love — fully claimed, fully lived.I stood on my balcony, feeling the breeze brush my face, thinking of the path I had traveled. The pain. The betrayal. The surrogacy. The years of rebuilding. And now… the warmth of a heart no longer afraid to choose.Lucian — Fire and CommitmentLucian arrived that afternoon, his presence steady, eyes alive with intensity and care. “Good morning,” he said softly, his hand reaching for mine. “You ready for this?”I smiled, letting the tension of years slip away. “I am,” I whispered. “Ready for us.”We walked together through the city streets, side by side, hearts aligned. The intensity between us was still there — fire, passion, challenge — but now it was tempered by trust, care, and mutual respect. I realized I had found a love that met me fully,

The city stretched out beneath me, luminous and alive, but tonight, I wasn’t just watching it—I was stepping into it, fully present, fully alive, fully myself. The hum of life, the distant sounds of traffic, the twinkling lights of the skyline—it all felt like a stage for a moment I had waited years to orchestrate.Lucian’s hand found mine as we approached my mother’s door. The warmth of his touch grounded me, calmed the flutter in my stomach, and reminded me that no matter what happened inside those walls, I wasn’t alone. Behind us, his brothers, Adrian and Cassian, walked with easy confidence, their quiet smiles and subtle attentiveness hinting at the loyalty and care they shared for their family.“I still can’t believe we’re doing this,” I murmured, my voice low. “After everything… after all the years of tension, misunderstandings, and waiting. It’s finally happening.”Lucian gave my hand a reassuring squeeze. “You’ve come far, Sophie. We’ve come far. And now… you get to bring ever

The plane touched down with a gentle rumble, and I pressed my forehead against Lucian’s shoulder, my heart fluttering like a bird in a cage that had finally been set free. The tropical air was warm, fragrant with the scent of salt and flowers, and the sun painted the sky in brilliant shades of coral and gold. I inhaled deeply, letting the scent, the warmth, and the sound of distant waves settle into my bones. This was it—the start of our honeymoon, the first true escape where nothing existed but us.Lucian held my hand as we stepped onto the soft sand, his touch grounding me even as my excitement threatened to spill over. I could feel the thrill of the journey, the relief of finally being away from the world, the work, the past. For once, there were no expectations, no pressures, no whispers of “what if.” There was only us, the horizon, and endless possibilities.“You ready?” he asked, a teasing glint in his eyes.I laughed, letting the sound mingle with the waves. “I was born ready,”

The morning sunlight filtered gently through the curtains, casting a warm glow over our home. I watched Aria, Arianna, and Arian sleeping peacefully in their cribs, the rhythmic rise and fall of their tiny chests filling the room with a quiet serenity I had never known. Lucian sat beside me, his hand resting lightly on mine, eyes soft with love and pride.“We’ve really done it,” I whispered, almost to myself. “We’ve created something beautiful… something lasting.”Lucian smiled, leaning in to press a gentle kiss to my temple. “We have,” he said. “And it’s only the beginning. This family… this life… it’s everything.”I thought of my mother. She had been a constant support, a living testament to resilience and love, yet I realized my girls had never truly met her. Not the way they deserved. And so, today would be special: the day our family officially intertwined in every way, honoring the past while embracing the present.By mid-morning, we were driving to my mother’s house. The girls