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THE morning sunlight streamed through the wide windows of Amelia’s sitting room, spilling golden warmth across the plush cream rug where the two bassinets sat side by side. The quiet hum of domestic life filled the air: the low rustle of Beth folding baby clothes, Hazel’s soft giggles as she dangled a rattle above one of the twins, and Ryan’s low voice humming some cheerful tune from the kitchen as he set the kettle to boil.
Ryan had insisted on settling some stuffs in the kitchen since Mrs. Harlow wasn’t in at the moment, although Amelia had tried to stop him, but she couldn’t, he insisted.
Amelia leaned back against the couch, exhaustion painted across her delicate features though her eyes never strayed far from her babies. Ethan and Evan, her boys, her pride, her new strength. Every gurgle, every tiny stretch of their arms tugged at something deep within her, something that reminded her why she had chosen this path: to build a life without Adrian, to prove she was whole even without him.
The sound of the doorbell cut through the serene moment. Hazel bolted upright, the rattle clattering to the floor.” Grandma!” she squealed, racing across the room before Amelia could even react.
The nanny smiled faintly and went to open the door. And sure enough, there she was- Mrs. Harlow, elegant as ever in her soft lavender dress, a grandmotherly warmth radiating from her as she stepped inside.
“My darlings,” Mrs. Harlow cooed, bending to hug Hazel first before her eyes fell to the twins in their bassinets. She crossed the room, her face lighting up as if the sun itself had bowed to her presence. “Oh, Amelia, they are growing so fast. Look at those cheeks p>
Amelia rose slowly, a tired but genuine smile softening her lips.
“Mother, you were just here last week p>
“And what kind of grandmother would I be if I didn’t come to see my grandbabies as often as possible?” Mrs. Harlow teased, settling gracefully into the armchair nearest the bassinets. She leaned over, tickling Ethan’s chin until he let out a tiny laugh that melted everyone in the room. “Besides, I had to make sure you are eating and resting, not trying to manage everything on your own.
Ryan emerged from the kitchen with a tray of tea, grinning.
“She has got plenty of help, Mrs. Harlow. Between the nanny, Hazel, and myself, we keep her grounded p>
“Good,” Mrs. Harlow replied, casting a pointed glance at Amelia. “Because knowing my daughter, she will bury herself in work and forget she has only just gotten through childbirth p>
Hazel giggled and plopped herself beside her grandmother.
“Grandma, they are so small! But Mommy says they will grow fast. I help Aunty Beth too. I’m the big sister now.” She puffed her chest with pride.
Mrs. Harlow laughed, smoothing Hazel’s hair affectionately.
“And a wonderful big sister you are. These boys are blessed to have you looking after them p>
The moment was perfect- quiet, warm, filled with family. Yet Amelia couldn’t miss the way her mother’s eyes lingered on her face, watching her too closely, as if measuring the weight she carried.
“Mother,” Amelia sighed, sinking back onto the couch, “don’t say it. I know that look p>
Mrs. Harlow folded her hands in her lap.
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“And what look would that be, Amelia p>
“The one that says you are about to tell me I should forgive Adrian.” Her voice was steady, though beneath it was a storm waiting to crack open.
Ryan, sensing tension, quickly excused himself, ushering Hazel to the kitchen for a snack with Beth. The room grew quieter, heavier.
Mrs. Harlow didn’t deny it. Instead, she reached forward, her hand resting gently over Amelia’s.
“I’m only saying that holding on to anger will exhaust you more than motherhood ever could. The way with which he had met me to apologize. He regrets, Amelia. He regrets deeply p>
Amelia’s throat tightened. He had dared gone to her mother for apology nonsense? She frowned slightly.
“Regret doesn’t erase years of hurt, Mother,” Amelia whispered. “Do you know what it felt like to bring these boys into the world without him by my side? To watch him prioritize business deals and gala appearances over his own family? He had years to prove he was capable of being the man I needed. Now it is too late p>
Mrs. Harlow studied her daughter with quiet sorrow.
“Perhaps. Or perhaps it is only the beginning of something new. You have built an empire in his absence. You have raised Hazel with grace. But what happens when he realizes what he has lost and comes after you again? Not even a text message would stop him this time, you know p>
Amelia’s jaw clenched. She didn’t want to admit the shiver of unease the question sparked. She could imagine how this would have happened his eyes locking on hers, his shock at seeing the twins, the weight in his stare as if the world had tilted beneath him.
“He can come after me all he wants,” Amelia said finally, her voice firmer than she felt. “But I have moved on. These children, my work, my family- that is what matters now. Not Adrian p>
Mrs. Harlow smiled faintly, though her eyes betrayed wisdom that came with years of love and loss.
“We will see, my dear. Life has a way of testing even the strongest convictions.” She leaned forward, kissing Amelia’s forehead softly. “Just promise me you won’t close your heart completely. For your sake- and for the children’s p>
Amelia didn’t respond. Instead, she glanced at the bassinets where Ethan and Evan lay side by side, their tiny fists curled tight as if they were already bracing for the battles of the world. She stroked their cheeks, letting silence speak for her.
Mrs. Harlow settled back, content to let the matter rest for now. Outside, the sun dipped lower, bathing the room in amber light. And though Amelia smiled at her boys, her mother’s words lingered in the corners of her heart, whispering questions she wasn’t ready to face.
What if Adrian comes after her again?
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