Killian’s POVThe late afternoon sun bathed our backyard in warm golden light, the kind that makes everything look softer, kinder, like the world itself is smiling. I stood on the deck, arms crossed, watching our children play on the grass. Lila, now six, was spinning in circles with her arms wide, laughing as her dark hair flew around her face. Theo, four, chased after her on chubby legs, determined to keep up with his big sister. Their laughter rang out like music — bright, uninhibited, full of life.This was our life now.Not the stolen nights in Zara’s house. Not the fearful days after the positive test. Not the tense family dinners where acceptance grew slowly, like fragile new roots pushing through rocky soil.This.I felt Rae before I saw her — the familiar warmth of her presence as she stepped up beside me. She slipped her hand into mine without a word, leaning her head against my shoulder. I brought our joined hands to my lips and kissed her knuckles.“Happy anniversary, my
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