All Chapters of Loving my fathers best friend : Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

RobertI sat at the head of the long conference table, fingers drumming against the polished wood as morning light streamed through the windows.Another ordinary day at the firm. Or at least it had started that way. Reports, emails, the usual rhythm of meetings. I had thrown myself into work with the same fierce determination I’d maintained for weeks now, using every task as a shield against the thoughts that constantly tried to creep in.But today, the new client a major logistics company we had been courting for months threw a serious curveball.Their systems were more outdated than expected, and the integration timeline was collapsing fast. Voices around the table rose with suggestions, each one falling short of what we needed.I rubbed my temple, the familiar ache of stress building behind my eyes. “We need a fresh perspective on this. Sarah, pull up the initial proposal again. And someone get Alex in here he’ll know exactly how to untangle this mess.”The room went dead silent.My

Bella I woke up to an unusually quiet house. The bed felt empty without Alex’s warmth beside me, and the morning light spilled gently across the room. Emily was already at school, and Alex had left a note on the nightstand saying he’d gone grocery shopping to stock up on things I’d been craving. I smiled at his neat handwriting and the little heart he’d drawn at the bottom.These small gestures had become my favorite part of our new life together.I decided to make myself useful. With the twins growing bigger every day, I tired easily, but today I felt good enough to do some light cleaning. I started in the living room, then moved upstairs, dusting shelves and folding laundry. When I reached Alex’s home office, I hesitated for a second before stepping inside. It still felt a little like invading his space, even though he had told me many times that everything here was ours now.I wiped down his desk and organized a few papers. As I reached to straighten a drawer that was slightly open

BellaThe backyard looked magical.I stood in the middle of it with my hands on my lower back, surveying the transformation we had spent the morning creating. Colorful dinosaur banners fluttered in the gentle breeze, balloons in shades of green and gold bobbed from strings tied to the fence, and a long table was covered with a bright tablecloth, already loaded with snacks, juice boxes, and a towering volcano-shaped cake that Emily had helped design. It was her 11th birthday, and we wanted it to be perfect.“You need to sit down, Bella,” Alex said gently from behind me. He wrapped his arms around my waist, careful not to press too hard against my rounded belly, and pressed a kiss to my temple. “You’ve been on your feet for too long. Doctor’s orders, remember?”I leaned back into his chest with a soft sigh. “I know. I just want everything to be perfect for her. She’s been so excited.”“She will love it,” he assured me, rubbing slow circles over my belly where the twins were doing their

BellaI stood in front of the full-length mirror in our bedroom, running my hands over the very obvious swell of my belly. The twins were no longer a secret or a gentle curve they were undeniable now. At almost six months, I looked every bit the mother of twins. My back ached constantly, my ankles swelled by evening, and simple tasks like tying my shoes had become a strategic operation. Ohh let’s also not forget the morning sickness. I chuckled as I remembered very clearly the day it started and the worry on both Alex and Emily’s face. It was hilarious and although it has been very stressful and I’m almost always weak, I wouldn’t trade it for anything.“Looking beautiful as always,” Alex said from the doorway, leaning against the frame with that soft, adoring smile that still made my heart flutter. He crossed the room and wrapped his arms around me from behind, hands resting protectively over the twins. “How are my girls doing today?”I leaned back into his chest, smiling. “Active.

BellaThe morning light felt gentler these days, like the world itself had decided to give us a little breathing room.I woke up slowly, nestled against Alex’s warm chest, his arm draped protectively around my very pregnant belly. At nearly seven months, the twins had made themselves undeniably known. My stomach was round and full, my skin stretched tight, and simple movements sometimes left me winded. But there was a deep, quiet contentment in it now. The strange, unsettling events that had worried me so much a few weeks ago had mostly faded away. No more mysterious appointment cancellations. No more aggressive drivers tailing me. No more prickling feelings of being watched when I stepped outside. It was as if whatever shadow had been hovering had finally moved on, leaving behind only peace and the steady rhythm of our growing family.I turned my head and found Alex already awake, watching me with that soft, adoring expression that still made butterflies flutter in my chest.“Good mo