Todos os capítulos de Loving my fathers best friend : Capítulo 111 - Capítulo 120

BellaNumb….Just numb.That was all I had felt for days since coming home from the hospital. A heavy, suffocating numbness that wrapped around me like a thick fog, dulling everything colours, sounds, even the kicks from the surviving twin that should have brought me joy. I couldn’t bring myself to feel anything else. Joy felt like betrayal. Anger felt too exhausting. Hope felt impossible. So I stayed numb.I spent most of my days sitting in the nursery we had prepared with so much love, staring at the wall. The cribs were still there one empty, the other waiting for the baby girl still fighting in the NICU. The soft yellow walls, the cloud murals Emily had helped paint, the tiny clothes folded neatly in the drawers everything was a painful reminder of what we had lost. I would sit for hours, hands resting on my now-flat stomach, tears slipping silently down my cheeks without a sound. Alex would come in sometimes, sitting beside me, trying to hold me. Emily would bring drawings and

Alex It’s been a few days since Bella got home from the hospital, and the surviving twin still remains in the hospital to be monitored.I don’t know how many nights I’ve sat here in the study, staring at the empty glass in my hand. The house is quiet now, too quiet. Bella is upstairs in our bed, but she might as well be miles away. She barely speaks. She barely eats. She just sits in the nursery for hours, staring at the wall with empty eyes, her hands resting on her now-flat stomach like she’s still waiting for the babies to kick. The grief has hollowed her out, and I don’t know how to reach her anymore.I’m trying to be strong for everyone. For Emily, who keeps asking why Bella won’t play with her anymore. For the little girl in the NICU, our surviving daughter, who is fighting so hard to come home. For Bella, even though she barely acknowledges me when I bring her food or sit beside her. But inside, I’m crumbling. The guilt is eating me alive.Every night, when the house is asleep

Chapter 115: Emily’s LightI woke up slowly, my body heavy and aching in the rocking chair. The nursery was dim, the morning light filtering weakly through the curtains I hadn’t bothered to open fully. My neck was stiff from sleeping upright again. I sighed to myself, rubbing my eyes. I had promised myself last night that I would go back to our bedroom, that I would try to sleep beside Alex like a normal wife. But when the night came and the house grew quiet, the thought of lying in that bed the bed where we had made the twins, where we had whispered dreams about our future felt too painful. So I stayed here again. In the nursery. With the empty crib staring back at me like a silent accusation.The room was supposed to be full of life. Two cribs. Two sets of tiny clothes. Two futures. Now one crib stood empty, a ghost of what should have been. Avery. The name still tasted like ash in my mouth. I stared at the wall, the same spot I had been fixated on for days, and felt nothing but th

BellaI woke up in our bedroom for the first time in what felt like forever. The familiar scent of Alex’s cologne on the pillow, the soft weight of the blanket, the faint morning light filtering through the curtains it all felt almost normal. I told myself this was progress. I had finally left the nursery last night and come back to our bed. I had slept beside Alex, his arm around me, his hand resting on the flat plane of my stomach where the twins used to be. It was a step forward.At least that’s what I kept repeating to myself.I got up slowly, my body still heavy from the surgery and the grief that never quite left. I made breakfast like I used to scrambled eggs, toast with avocado, fresh fruit for Emily. The routine felt grounding. Normal. Like I was coming back to myself. Alex had already left for a quick errand, so it was just Emily and me at the table.“Morning, Mummy,” Emily said brightly, climbing into her chair. She had started calling me that more often now, and every tim

AlexThe days after Bella’s visit to her parents’ house blurred together in a strange, painful haze. I watched her closely, trying to hold onto the fragile hope I had felt when Emily told me she had started speaking again. But hope was fading fast. Bella’s hallucinations weren’t getting better they were deepening, wrapping around her like a cocoon that kept the real world out.She had come back from her parents’ house visibly upset that day. Her eyes were red, her movements tense. I found her in the nursery, carefully arranging the empty blankets in the cribs.“What happened at your mom’s?” I asked gently, sitting beside her on the floor.Bella looked at me, frustration clear on her face. “Mom said the most horrible things, Alex. She told me there were no babies. That Avery didn’t make it. She said I was carrying empty carriers. Can you believe that? Mia said the same thing on the phone. Why are they lying to me like this? It hurts so much.”Her voice cracked, and I pulled her into my