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

Now, it was giving him a second

I think they're

too small to be moving

moving as early as sixteen weeks. I recognize their movements because I've been pregnant before. And now that there are

"Thank you, Celeste."

"For what?"

giving me the chance to be a father. I know I already am

don't even know if they're boys or girls yet. We have a long journey ahead of us... That's why you need

I need to

"What?"

"Can you help me?"

course... What do

that coat

"Yeah? What about it?"

you bring it

coat, and handed it to him. Peter, struggling

holding little Ethan-searched through

said, holding something in

looking for? I can help

have to do

possessed, he opened a tiny box and pulled

"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,

shoulders. I never

sick or feel