Chapter 125

Christiana’s POV.

As I walked Ethan up the steps to our hotel suite, his little hand in mine, a wave of relief washed over me. He looked up at the door with a small, proud smile, as if the weight of this moment meant something even to him. After days in the hospital, being back, albeit not yet home, felt like a blessing. Ethan’s surgery was behind us, and a hint of color was starting to return to his cheeks.

Emma bounded beside us, her energy bright and unrestrained. She had been Ethan’s little shadow since we left the hospital, always reaching out as if to make sure he was really there. I could see that Ethan was trying to be strong, but I knew his limits, and I wanted him comfortable, letting him recover without pressure.

“Ethan, you feelin‘ okay?” Emma asked, her eyes wide with concern, though a spark of curiosity flickered beneath.

He nodded, giving her a soft smile. “Yeah, Em. I’m fine. Just… tired.” He looked up at me, a little wrinkle forming between his brows. “Can we go inside?”

“Of course, sweetheart.” I leaned down, brushing a stray curl from his forehead. “Let’s get you settled.”

Alex was right behind us, holding the bags we’d brought from the hospital. He had barely left Ethan’s side since the surgery, and I couldn’t have been more grateful. His presence had been a steadying force through every tear and every shaky sigh. Having him here was a reminder that I didn’t have to shoulder everything alone.

“Hey, champ,” Alex said to Ethan, a faint smile softening his usually firm gaze. “You want me to carry you to the bed?”

Ethan looked torn, pride and fatigue battling in his expression. “I can walk,” he insisted, but his voice was soft, betraying how exhausted he was.

I gave Alex a knowing glance, and he nodded. “Of course you can. But it’s okay to take a little break,” I said, running my hand gently down his arm.

He seemed to consider it, and finally, with a small nod, he reached out for Alex, who lifted him effortlessly. Alex’s face softened, his usual boldness melting as he cradled Ethan with such care. Emma followed us inside, her small hand wrapped around mine as we made our way to the suite’s bedroom.

Once there, Alex laid him gently on the bed, arranging the pillows so he could sit up comfortably. Ethan gave a soft sigh as he settled in, his eyes already drooping a bit.

“Better?” Alex asked, brushing a hand over Ethan’s hair.

Ethan nodded, his small voice almost a whisper. “Thanks, Dad.”

his. “You don’t have to worry about anything now, sweetheart. Just

were made of glass. She looked at him with such care that it made my heart swell. “You want me to read to you, Ethan?” she asked, her voice soft, almost

faint smile. “Okay. But not

favorite book from the nightstand, flipping it open to a well–worn page. She began reading, her little voice filling the room with a familiar story about a

as we watched the twins together. There was a comforting silence between us, a sense of unity that hadn’t been there before. I felt his hand settle around my waist,

voice low and filled with pride as he looked at

weight of everything lift, if only for a moment.

he gets more from you than you realize. That resilience? That’s all

my gaze meeting his, and for a second, the world outside this room fell away. There was something unspoken in his eyes, a gratitude, a respect that made me feel like maybe, just maybe, we could

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of this.

were starting to droop, and Emma, sensing his fatigue, closed

out. I watched them, my heart swelling as I realized how lucky we were, how close we

tiptoed out of the room, closing the door softly behind us. Once we were back in the suite’s living area, Alex took my hand, his fingers intertwining with mine in

know how I would’ve done this without you,” I whispered, my voice trembling slightly. “Thank you for being here. For

warm and steady. “You don’t have to thank me. I’m here because I want to be. Because this… us… it’s where I’m supposed to

corners of my eyes. I hadn’t realized how much I’d needed

Alex’s presence. I hadn’t expected him to be

closer, reaching for my hand, his fingers barely brushing mine. His eyes were filled with something like shame, maybe even remorse, and I felt the

need to say. I know you haven’t brought it

skipped, my throat tightening as I caught the seriousness in his gaze. I already knew where this was going, and suddenly, every

you, it was the biggest mistake of my life. Bianca…everything I did with her, every choice I made that tore us apart…it was wrong. I didn’t see what I was

carefully hidden. I could feel a familiar ache rising, an urge to shove away the memories of those years when he was gone, when I had

about Ethan and Emma, Christiana. I wasn’t there, and you had to raise them alone, I…” “Please,” I whispered, my voice cracking as I took a step back. “Just stop.” The memories I’d tried to

undo what I did. I was selfish. I was blind. I let Bianca, that…” He swallowed, his voice faltering. “I let her destroy what we had,

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