I Crashed His Wedding… with Our Baby in My Arms

EMILIA “Mama, why is your belly so big?” I look down at my very pregnant stomach—eight months along with baby […]

EMILIA Six weeks. That’s all the time between “yes” and “I do.” Some people might call it rushed. I call

EMILIA Asher is acting strange. He’s been weird all week, but today it’s reached new levels. He’s fidgety, checking his

ASHER I’m planning the proposal with military precision. Ezra sits across from me at a coffee shop, reviewing my notes

EMILIA The morning routine has become sacred to me. Not because it’s special or exciting—it’s actually mundane and chaotic. But

EMILIA “You two need a break,” Cora announces, standing in my kitchen like she’s staging an intervention. “We’re fine,” I

ASHER The park is our place now. Every Saturday morning, rain or shine, we pack up Miles and head to

EMILIA It’s been three months since the cathedral. Three months of living together, co-parenting, falling more in love every day.

EMILIA I’m sitting on the floor of the living room, surrounded by photo albums, when Asher finds me. “What’s all

EMILIA We get back to the lake house just before sunset. Cora meets us at the door, Miles on her