ALAN POV
Skating with Amber was a dream come true.
Dancing with her, swirling on the ice—it felt so goddamn right. Every movement, every turn, every shared breath between us settled deep in my chest, filling a space I hadn’t even realized was empty. She belonged here, in my arms, in my life, in every possible future I could ever imagine.
And I imagined a lot.
I couldn't help it.
The thought of teaching our daughters—or sons, or both—to skate made something primal swell inside me. I could already see them, tiny versions of Amber, with her wide, expressive eyes and that determined set of her jaw, clumsily finding their balance on the ice before eventually gliding with effortless grace.
Baby Ambers.
Fuck.
I had to take her.
I had to feel her.
Here and now.
I kne
