Amelia's POVChloe eyed Olivia with suspicion, then turned to me and tugged on my hand as she whispered, "Amelia, who is this lady?""Someone your daddy knows," I replied vaguely, not wanting to get into a complicated explanation in the schoolyard.Meanwhile, the little boy Olivia was holding had wandered over to Chloe, seemingly emboldened by his mother's interaction with us. He reached out and snatched a toy car from Chloe's hand."Hey!" Chloe shrieked, reaching out to grab it back. "That's mine!"The boy, however, held onto the car tightly and began to pull on it. "Mine now!" he declared, his voice thick with defiance.Tears welled up in Chloe's eyes. She looked at me helplessly, her lower lip trembling.Before I could intervene, Eddie knelt down between the two children. "Whoa, whoa, whoa," he said calmly, taking the car from the boy's grasp and gently prying Chloe's fingers off.He handed the car back to Chloe and then turned to the boy, his voice firm but kind. "We don't take ot

Amelia's POVAlex chuckled. "Always a classic. And for you two?"Eddie glanced at me, his lips twitching into a smile. "We'll take the same, I think."Alex raised an eyebrow at him, a playful smirk gracing his lips. "Sharing, are we? How domestic."Eddie rolled his eyes, but there was a hint of amusement in them. "Jealous?"The playful banter between Eddie and Alex put me at ease. It was clear they had a long and comfortable history, and their easy camaraderie felt strangely comforting in the wake of the earlier awkwardness with Olivia.After placing our order, we settled into a cozy booth in the corner. The server Alex had called over to take our orders rushed back into the kitchen.Alex presented Chloe with a basket of colorful crayons and a paper tablecloth. "Go crazy, little artist," he said, winking at her.While Chloe unleashed her artistic talents on the paper, the conversation flowed easily between Eddie and Alex. They reminisced about old times, exchanged jokes, and updated e

Amelia's POVAs I slipped into my nightgown and crawled into bed, the events of the evening replayed in my mind like a movie on fast forward. The awkwardness with Olivia, the warmth of the restaurant, Alex's playful offer, the comfortable silence on the drive home – it all swirled together into a confusing cocktail of emotions.But most of all, it was the image of Eddie carrying me to bed that lingered in my thoughts. The way he looked at me when I woke up, the concern etched on his face, the warmth of his touch – it all sent a delicious flutter through my stomach.***The next morning, I woke up to my bed making a creaking noise, but I ignored it. The insistent bouncing on my mattress finally managed to pry open my eyelids. Sunlight streamed through the window, casting a warm glow across the room. I groaned, swatting at the air in a feeble attempt to silence the source of the annoyance.A giggle erupted right next to me, and I realized a mop of blonde hair was the culprit behind the

Amelia's POVThe next few minutes were a whirlwind of flour-dusted hands, playful giggles, and a growing cloud of white settling over the kitchen counter. Chloe, a little flour imp radiating from her nose, looked like a miniature baker gone rogue."Oops!" she exclaimed, her smile wide as she accidentally knocked over the sugar bowl, sending a cascade of sparkling crystals cascading onto the floor.Instead of getting frustrated, I found myself laughing. "Uh oh," I teased, "looks like we have a little sugar spill."Chloe, seeing that I was not angry with her and was laughing instead, scooped handfuls of flour and rained it down on me like a mischievous snow fairy. Soon, we were both covered in a white dusting, giggling uncontrollably.In the midst of the flour fight, something shifted within me. The tension that had been simmering since Eddie left seemed to dissipate, replaced by a sense of carefree joy. Here I was, covered in flour with a little girl who seemed to find endless amusemen

Blair’s POVA grin stretched across my face as my phone buzzed. I just finished up at the hospital, making sure my patients were all settled and packing my things to go home, when a message popped up. It was from Thomas! "My baby," I mumbled to myself, unlocking my phone to see his message.His text sent a jolt of excitement through you. "Meet me at my place," it read. "We gotta nail those pre-wedding photos today," The butterflies in my stomach erupted into a full-on swarm. Marrying Thomas, the love of my life, felt closer than ever, and the idea of capturing those pre-wedding memories made my heart skip a beat.Thomas took some days off at work some days ago, explaining to the director that he had a wedding to plan and he needed some time to do so. Everyone in the hospital was aware of our relationship and without pressing further, the director gave him the permission to take some days off. Seeing his message at that moment made me wonder if he had bought his tuxedo for the weddi