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The answer in her heart became clearer. She would take the first step. “Honey…” Isabella’s voice was barely above a whisper. Andrew opened his eyes, meeting her gaze in the dim light.
The soft glow from the bedside lamp cast gentle shadows, allowing Isabella to faintly trace the sharp contours of Andrew’s face.
Their hands were intertwined beneath the blanket. Isabella gently slipped her hand from his grasp.
Andrew turned onto his side, concern flickering in his eyes. “What’s wrong? Do you need some water?”
Isabella shook her head. “I just can’t sleep.”
“Want me to help?”
As he spoke, Andrew’s hand moved beneath the blanket, settling against her back, and he was ready to soothe her to sleep with a bedtime story.
Isabella’s mind drifted to the first time Andrew had ever told her a bedtime story. It had been right after they started dating—he was away on a business trip, and he’d recited a story to her over the phone. After that, he had done it occasionally. But after Nana was born, she had taken her place as the one demanding his stories.
Now, seeing him about to tell stories again stirred a familiar warmth in her chest.
The gentle rhythm of his touch, the quiet comfort he offered—it was in these moments that Isabella realized she could fall in love with him a little more every single day.
A small smile played on her lips, a soft sigh escaping with it. “Honey,” she called again, interrupting the beginning of Andrew’s story.
“What is it?” he asked patiently.
Isabella reached out, closing the small space between them. With their faces close, she wrapped her arms around his neck, leaning in until her lips found his with quiet certainty.
No matter when or where, Isabella’s embrace had always been something Andrew could never resist.
In a swift motion, Andrew’s hand slid from Isabella’s back to cradle the back of her head, taking control.
As the lingering kiss came to an end, Isabella propped herself up and gazed at Andrew.
“Honey, I want to talk to you.”
The sound of her voice made Andrew tense, undoing the ease he’d just felt in her embrace. He had a feeling he knew exactly what she was about to say.
“Isabella, it’s late. Let’s talk tomorrow, okay?” he murmured, hoping to put off the conversation.
But Isabella wasn’t having it. She shook her head and reached out, her fingers brushing against his cheek to stop him from avoiding the topic. “Honey, I know you’re worried about my health and don’t want another baby, but I really want to add to our little family. Trust me, I can handle a second birth.”
They talked deep into the night, but no matter how much Isabella pleaded, Andrew didn’t give her the answer she wanted.
For the first time since their marriage, Andrew had refused her.
“Honey, please? Can’t we have another baby?”
When words failed to sway him, Isabella resorted to a different tactic—clinging to him, her voice taking on a playful lilt as she tried to coax him.
Andrew felt her warm head nuzzling against his neck, her soft hair tickling his skin.
He let out a long sigh, pressing a large hand to the back of her head. “Isabella, give me some time. Let me think it through, okay?”
Isabella knew what that meant. It wasn’t happening tonight. She sighed internally. Andrew had been holding onto this stance for so long, and shifting his mindset wouldn’t be easy. Still, she nodded in reluctant agreement. “Okay. But, Andrew, don’t make me wait too long. I want an answer soon.”
“Alright,” Andrew said, gently urging her to sleep. Yet, even as Isabella’s breathing evened out, Andrew lay awake, staring into the darkness, his thoughts running in endless circles.
An hour later, lulled by the quiet rhythm of Isabella’s breath, he finally closed his eyes and drifted off as well.
The next morning, Isabella stepped out of the bedroom while Andrew was still getting ready. She made her way downstairs, only to be greeted by the sight of Nana, dressed in a soft yellow outfit, running toward her with her usual bright-eyed enthusiasm.
“Mommy, good morning! You look so pretty today!”
Isabella crouched down, wrapping Nana in a warm hug. A smile curved her lips as she teased, “Good morning, sweetheart! You look just as beautiful. Now, let Mommy take a good look at you. Have you been sneaking honey? Your words are dripping with sweetness this morning!”
Nana shook her head with exaggerated insistence. “I’m not just trying to make you happy, Mommy! In my heart, you’re the most, most, most beautiful person in the world! Oh! Mommy, did you and Daddy listen to me and work hard?”
She might not fully grasp the weight of her own words, but like all children, once she had something on her mind, she wasn’t letting it go easily.
Isabella hesitated. She and Andrew had only talked last night, and things were still unresolved. She couldn’t give Nana a straight answer. But those expectant little eyes were locked onto her, waiting. Taking a moment to think, she replied, “Sweetheart, how could Daddy and Mommy forget what you said? But do you remember what Mommy told you? When something is really important, you have to take it one step at a time. The bigger the decision, the less you should rush it. That’s what Daddy and Mommy are doing right now. Do you understand?”
Having a little brother was a big deal, and Nana instantly accepted Isabella’s reasoning without question. She considered it carefully, then nodded in agreement.
“Mommy, you’re right! Even though I really, really want a little brother, I shouldn’t rush things!”
She was so determined to say the right thing, sifting through her small vocabulary for words that fit the moment.
Grabbing Isabella’s hand, Nana beamed. “Come on, let’s have breakfast! Mommy, you must be hungry too!”
At the dining table, before taking a bite for herself, Nana carefully picked up a glass of milk with both hands and placed it in front of Isabella.
Then, she scurried over to Andrew’s usual seat and set down his black coffee, making sure everything was just right. By the time Andrew came downstairs, Nana had already slipped back into her seat, waiting expectantly.
“Thank you, sweetheart.”
Isabella was touched by how their little girl already knew how to care for them. A warmth filled her chest.
She took a sip of milk, her resolve strengthening to convince Andrew and turn Nana’s dream of becoming a big sister into a reality.
Soon, the weekend arrived, and Elio was finally free from kindergarten. Isabella took Nana to Patton Manor. But while they had left together, only Isabella returned home later.
As Isabella watched Nana’s tiny hand waving at her in the rearview mirror, her heart swelled with warmth. Love for her daughter shimmered in her eyes, and with it, a newfound confidence in her next move.
As soon as she got home, she grabbed her phone and sent Andrew a message. “Darling, come home early after work. I’ll cook!”
Along with her text, she sent a picture of their dining room. Though the meal wasn’t prepared yet, she had already set the mood—soft, golden lighting casting a romantic glow over the table adorned with fresh flowers and a bottle of red wine.
Over the years, Isabella had learned the trick to getting Andrew home on time. Nine times out of ten, if she asked, he would clear his schedule without hesitation. And on the rare occasions he truly couldn’t, he always made it up to her the next day, never letting her feel neglected.
This time was no different. Before she could even put her phone down, Andrew’s reply popped up. “The dining room looks beautiful, honey. You’ve put in so much effort. Go rest. I’ll cook when I get back.”
Isabella smirked and quickly typed back. “I said I’ll cook, so I will. If you want to help, just come back soon!”
In his sleek office at Klein Group, Andrew leaned back in his chair, staring at his phone with a rare, gentle smile. He reread Isabella’s message, complete with a cute, smug little emoji, and chuckled to himself. “Okay, I’ll be back soon. I won’t let my wife down!” he replied. Isabella didn’t text back, but Andrew found himself lingering on their conversation.
For some reason, tonight reminded him of the early days of their relationship, when every date felt like an event.
Andrew absently toyed with his phone, a small smile tugging at his lips as anticipation for his dinner date with Isabella settled in.
With the evening plans set, Isabella got to work. She gathered her ingredients, cooked everything right on schedule, and then went upstairs to freshen up.
Ding-dong!
The doorbell chimed. Peeking outside, Isabella spotted Andrew standing at the door. She strolled over and opened it, glancing past him at the car parked behind. “Why are you ringing the bell like a guest? Darling, you know your fingerprint unlocks the door.”
Andrew didn’t respond immediately. His gaze first landed on her beautiful smile, and then his eyes trailed down, taking in her from head to toe.
Today, Isabella was wearing a teal knitted dress, making her appear even more alluring. Her long, flowing hair was tied up on one side, simply and loosely braided. The evening breeze played with the strands, making her look strikingly graceful.
“Darling, you look… special tonight.”
Andrew’s voice was smooth, his dark eyes tracing Isabella’s features with unmistakable intensity.
Isabella had always been a striking, cool beauty. Though marriage and family had softened her edge slightly, she still carried an air of quiet detachment around others.
This was Isabella’s first time trying this style, and the outcome was surprisingly stunning.
Pleased with his reaction but not forgetting her true purpose, Isabella gestured toward the garage. “Tell the driver to park the car. Dinner’s ready.”
“Okay.”
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