Five years later
The warm island breeze caressed my skin as I stood on the private beach, watching our children play in the shallow waves. Little Alexander, four years old and the spitting image of his father, chased after Sofia, who was two and full of endless energy. Their laughter rang out like music. My hand rested gently on my rounded belly — our third child was due in four months.
I felt complete. Peaceful.
Alexander’s strong arms wrapped around me from behind, pulling me back against his broad, muscular chest. His lips brushed the side of my neck, right above the rose-gold collar with the diamond “D” that I had worn every single day since he locked it on me.
“Happy, babygirl?” he murmured, voice deep and full of satisfaction.
I smiled, leaning into his warmth. “Yes, Daddy. I fi
