My Love Until the Last Goodbye by Alut

Valerie and Alden kept chatting while the café prepared a salad for Serenity. Valerie was surprised at how well Alden already knew her daughter's tastes.

As she watched her future son-in-law, she realized her daughter had made a good choice. Guilt crept in when she thought about her initial reaction-not just guilt, but embarrassment, because that had been the first impression she gave him.

After a few minutes, Valerie walked beside the young man. At times, when she looked at him, it was as if she were seeing a young Peter-the confident man who, from the moment they met, had welcomed her into his life.

She smiled to herself. Life hadn't allowed them to be together, and now, they were both where they were meant to be. They had moved on, and as ridiculous as it seemed, life had brought them back together- not as a couple, but as family.

When Celeste walked into Peter's room, he was still awake. He looked at her with wide eyes and said: "Celeste... my love, you should go rest. Get a room and get some sleep."

"Peter, how could I? I don't want to sleep-not until I know you're okay," Celeste said, sitting beside him and resting her head on the bed.

Peter reached out and ran his fingers through her hair, playing with it gently.

"Celeste..."

"Hmm?"

"Can I feel the babies?"

"Of course!" she said, quickly sitting up.

At that exact moment, the tiny lives inside her started to move. Peter's eyes lit up.

"They're moving! The babies are moving!"

His voice was full of joy. He had always wanted to feel Serenity move in Mary's belly, but life had denied

it was giving him a second chance-twice

a lot lately. I think they're starting to

too small to be moving

weeks. I recognize their movements because I've been pregnant before. And now that there are two, it's only natural that they're fighting for a little more room," Celeste said

"Thank you, Celeste."

"For what?"

me the chance to be a father. I know I already am one, but

girls yet. We have a long journey ahead of us... That's why

something I need

"What?"

"Can you help me?"

What

see that coat

"Yeah? What about it?"

bring it

to him. Peter, struggling a bit with only one hand-his

little

said, holding

looking for?

have to do this

possessed, he opened a tiny box

"What is it, Peter?"

I've put you through. I'm sorry for keeping my problems from you. I've been alone for so long, carrying the weight

my shoulders.

or feel weak. But