Epilogue

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Leilani Coleman

Five years later

I slowly opened my eyes, a warm smile spreading across my face.

The healing hands of time are gentle, yet powerful, tenderly cradling the wounds of the past. With each passing moment, they softly caress the scars, soothing the pain and easing the hurt.

Like a skilled artisan, time carefully shapes and moulds the fragments of a shattered heart, piecing together the brokenness with patience and care.

Five years ago, the hope of ever healing was nothing but a light at the end of the tunnel, but right now, I was living in that light, thriving and living my life to the fullest.

I stretched my arms above my head, feeling the softness of our bed and the cosiness of our blankets. A sense of contentment washed over me and I took a deep breath, savouring the peaceful morning daylight.

With a spring in my step, I threw off the covers and got out of bed, feeling refreshed and renewed.

Nik wasn't in bed and neither was our son in his cradle. He must've taken him somewhere in our house to give me time to rest after staying up most of the night, nursing our son.

I quietly walked out of our bedroom to the nursery across the hallway. The door was opened, giving me ample room to look inside.

As I suspected, Nikolai sat in the oversized fluffy bean bag with his arm carefully curved around the small bulge in his zipped-up baggy jacket.

I walked towards him, my smile widening with every step I took closer to him.

He saw me and his face seemed to soften even more, his lips spreading into a smile.

I bent down and extended my arm before gently pulling the zipper of his jacket.

My heart instantly melted.

Ethan Grey Coleman.

Our son. Our pride. Our joy. The first human we ever gave life to after four years of connecting and falling deeper in love with each other.

I couldn't believe five months had passed already since we welcomed him into the world and with each passing day, he only grew bigger and filled our lives with so much warmth and love.

He lay comfortably cradled to his daddy's chest with his tiny hands gently fisted and his small feet tucked up tight as if embracing the warmth and love that surrounded him.

My ovaries exploded. He was so perfect.

With a tender touch, I brushed a strand of hair from his forehead, my fingers grazing his soft skin.

His eyelids fluttered open, revealing bright, curious eyes that locked onto my face.

A sweet smile spread across his face as he gazed up at me, his tiny hand reaching up to grasp my finger.

My heart swelled with joy, my eyes shining with happiness as I picked up my happily giggling bundle of joy.

I held Ethan close to my chest, my hand gently caressing the back of his head. "Good morning, my love," I softly cooed, following his curious eyes.

He only giggled more and made baby sounds that swelled my chest with love and affection, his lips pecking my warm skin.

Nikolai stood up and wrapped his arm protectively around me, joining me in admiring our son.

Ethan's eyes, like bright blue sapphires, sparkled with curiosity, drinking in the wonders of the world around him.

His tiny nose twitched with every breath, his rose-petal lips curving into a gentle smile as if savouring the joy of being alive.

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