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 chance-twice

I think they're starting to

to be moving this much.

before. And now that there are two, it's only natural

"Thank you, Celeste."

"For what?"

I already am one, but I never got to experience these

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

something I need

"What?"

"Can you help me?"

course... What do

see that coat hanging on the

"Yeah? What about it?"

it to

up, took the coat, and handed it to him. Peter,

little Ethan-searched

said, holding something

are you looking for?

do this

quickness only he possessed, he opened a tiny box

"What is it, Peter?"

whirlwind of nonsense I've put you through. I'm sorry for keeping my problems from you. I've been alone for so long,

shoulders. I

myself to get sick or feel weak. But