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How in the world is my entire system not even feeling the slightest feeling of being sleepy? I think for a while and there is this thought in my head that tells me that it is because my entire body is filled with nothing but glee. Happiness. It is definitely that. No other reasons but that. Too much happiness is bolting inside me and it is far too much to handle. This kind of happiness is like caffeine and it is keeping me up all night. Our baby. That was the main reason where this happiness is coming from. My baby with Milo.

He was so happy and it seeped through every pore of his body. He deserves this happiness and more. ******** Author's Note: I'm hoping to continue updating daily, but it may turn out to be every other day. Life is getting busy around me. Hope you're still enjoying the book

God, as I closed my eyes, I felt like I was the happiest woman in the world at that moment and no one could change that. Hope you liked the chapters. A gentle reminder-Don't forget to vote!

Emma asks. I look over her head at Tony, who's watching me with so much love it makes my heart ache. "She lived happily ever after," I whisper. "Because she learned that happiness isn't something that happens to you. It's something you choose, every single day. And she chose it. Again and again and again." "I like that story," Emma murmurs, already drifting back to sleep. "Me too, baby girl. Me too." I close my eyes, surrounded by my family, in a home filled with safety and love and light.

"Sometimes I think I made so many wrong choices that I don't deserve happiness anymore." "That's not how it works. Happiness isn't something you earn through perfect choices. It's something you find in moments. Like this one." He squeezed her hand. "Are you happy right now? At this moment?" Crystal thought about it. The warm sunshine, the taste of chocolate still on her lips, Ahmad's hand solid and real in hers. The baby growing inside her, making its presence known with waves of nausea and exhaustion that somehow felt like hope. "Yes," she said, surprised by the truth of it. "Right now, at this moment, I'm happy."

It felt extraordinary. Not because everything was perfect all the time. Life still had difficult moments. There were still stressful days, sleepless nights, unexpected problems, and moments where exhaustion tried to pull me under. But despite all of that, I was happy, truly happy. The kind of happiness that reaches deep into your soul and stays there quietly. Not the temporary kind that comes from expensive things or achievements or people praising you. Not the kind that disappears the moment life becomes difficult again. This was different. This happiness came from waking up every morning beside the man I loved. It came from hearing Astrid’s little laugh fill our house. It came from buildin

Family, love, and happiness… THE END

Get ready with your tissues next few chapters will make you cry a lot. Again happiness will come but it will take a little time. Do not forget to like and comment. Share your reviews about the story.

I have had to stop myself from breaking out into a song and dance at least five times in the ten minutes I have spent in the kitchen putting together breakfast for Stephane and I. I am that darned happy. It feels like the first time in a really long while since I felt happiness this untamed and uncontaminated. This pure. It almost feels sacrilegious, I didn't know it was possible to feel this much joy. This feeling was something I read in books or watched in movies, and yet here I am, experiencing it.

We’ve survived everything: lies, fear, mistakes, heartbreak, and somehow… we came out stronger, crazier, and more in love than ever. I glance at Freya and Alan, our friends-turned-family-turned-extended-anchors in this beautiful storm, and think, Yep. This is it. This is happiness. This is life. And Viktor? Oh, Viktor is already plotting world domination, and I have no idea how to stop him...but I’ll try. And if I fail, at least I’ll be laughing along with him. A FINAL WORD ABOUT HAPPINESS Happiness isn’t neat. It isn’t perfect. It’s spilled cereal, mismatched socks, sticky fingerprints, toddlers running wild, kids arguing over the last cookie, parents tripping over backpacks, laughter echoi