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“You have become my whole world and I can’t wait to call you Mrs. Stone. I hope I get to watch you become a Mother to my children and that I get to watch you grow old with me as we create a lifetime of memories together.” I stood listening to every word, trying not to cry and mess up my makeup. I looked in his eyes as he spoke to me, filled with joy. I responded with, “Jason, I never imagined I’d get a second chance to feel love again. You have taken away all of my fears and have given me the chance to share myself, my dreams and hopes with you. I can’t wait to create a lifetime with you, I love you. I promise you the rest of my life and am so proud to be able to call you my husband,” I smil

The connection snapped, but not before understanding took root. A voice echoed through the void, low and resonant, threaded with something almost like amusement. “So,” it murmured, dark and melancholic, “you are stronger than I thought.” The tone shifted, not anger. Not frustration. Caution. “The second attempt,” the voice continued softly, “will not be so simple.” The connection faded. Back in Fiato, Mia exhaled and finally turned to face the twins. “I’m sorry,” she said. “I felt it, I couldn’t let it breach further.”

And I had understood the distance between us and I had not moved and she had not moved and then my eyes had done the thing I was not going to think about, the specific and fractional thing that had lasted half a second and had not lasted half a second in the way of a duration that was brief, it had lasted in the way of a duration that was permanent, that had registered with the specific and indelible quality of a thing that was now part of the accounting regardless of the brevity. Half a second. I was looking at a contract. She said: "Goodnight." The word had the particular and careful quality of a word chosen to do a specific job, to be the word that was the word after I should go to bed an

Like the body has finished an enormous thing and is simultaneously depleted and satisfied. "He doesn't sleep," she said. "Grace didn't either." "Sofia slept. I thought I knew what I was doing." "Every baby is different. That's the lie they don't tell you before the second one." "Who's they?" "Everyone who wants you to have a second one." She laughed. Then winced slightly. Still recovering. "I forgot how much this hurts." "Forget again. It's the only way." Daniel made a sound from the bassinet. Both of us looked. He settled. We both exhaled.

𝘞𝘩𝘺 𝘮𝘺 𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘺 𝘥𝘢𝘺𝘴 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘯 𝘚𝘢𝘥 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯 𝘢 𝘴𝘦𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘥 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦??

Usually he would have cut it in half, but wanted her to have the whole and not the half. “ the whole and not the half, my sweet girl.” he said, and raised the apple to her mouth. She held his gaze for a moment and reached for the apple. “ the whole and not the half.” he repeated, “ that’s what i want with Aine. that’s all i want with Aine.” he heaved out a breath and thought for a moment about his encounter with Rhoda that afternoon. What had she said, About not making any promises?

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“Could’ve fooled me. Or are you afraid I may succeed and have something you have always dreamed of, huh?” “Please.” She rolled her eyes. “I am not scared because I know he will never stop loving his wife. You are and will be his second choice.” ***

Her pregnancy hormones made her reluctant to discuss serious matters. "Let's go to the gazebo in the back garden. It's really hot in here. What kind of snacks do you want? Bi Parti made spring rolls and egg martabak earlier. You have to try them. They taste really good. I guarantee you'll be addicted." Ajeng pulled Elena's hand enthusiastically and left the men in the living room staring at them and shaking their heads. Brad laughed heartily. "Oh, ladies don't like conversations like this. Your wife seems to get along with Elena right away. Even though when they first met, she slapped Elena, right? I still remember how Elena whined because she was thought to be your mistress."

Chapter 23 An endless sea of blackness was all that met her eyes. That darkness, broken only by the soft glow of the moon, only that the moon was split in two halves. She watched as the two equal halves, both with jagged edges facing each other, hung in the sky, both maintaining a great distance apart. The two halves drifted slowly towards each other, occasionally even moving together, Laurel imagined their intention was to come together and become whole.