My Love Until the Last Goodbye by Alut

Chapter 0929

Peter and Aria held each other for a long time. She still couldn’t wrap her head around the fact that this was really happening. It had been so many years–an entire lifetime, really. There was a whole life’s worth of stories to tell, and they wouldn’t be able to share them all in just a few hours or even a single night. They would do it over the course of the days to come. This was the best day of their lives, and they wanted to leave the tears behind. For Aria, the pain–the pain of never having seen her son–was something she wanted to move past.

“Mom, I want you to meet your whole family,” Peter said, standing up and holding her hand, leading her toward the garden.

Aria nodded and rose to her feet. Peter held her hand tightly, as if afraid the wind might take her away.

When they stepped outside, everyone was there. Maximus had called Alden ahead of time to make sure he didn’t enter through the front door. He would explain the details later. He had also asked the driver to bring Laura and all the children. They, too, needed to meet the newest member of the family.

Peter took in the sight of the entire Palmer and Evans familles gathered together. Aria, on the other hand, only saw unfamiliar faces–so many children, mostly young ones. But when her gaze landed on two beautiful young women, her heart clenched. They reminded her of herself, back when her whole life had ended.

“Mom, I want you to meet Celeste. She is and will be–the future mother of all my children,” Peter said proudly, his smile beaming.

at the young woman. She was no longer a girl, but in her eyes,

tension, show respect, and establish

your granddaughter. Would you

inherited features from both parents, but with

you, Celeste, my dear. And yes… yes, I would love to hold this little one. May I?”

those arms because there isn’t just one baby–there are two,” Celeste

in her arms, her eyes widening in surprise as she saw Flora. The baby girl’s wide–open eyes and thick lashes were eerily similar to hers. Her dark, curly hair was undoubtedly a product of Aria’s own lineage. While

than Martina,” Peter explained, watching Aria take in the

woman holding her. She was still too young to see clearly, but it was as if she instinctively recognized the voice and silhouette before her

Absolutely precious! They’re… they’re my granddaughters!” Aria

to meet. Alden, come here, please,” Peter called, motioning to his son,