Chapter 33

• Amelia
• Three months had gone by since Aiden’s arrival, like a hasty wind that leaves behind a trail of surprise and transformation. My life, once a chaotic whirlwind, had settled into a new rhythm. The old version of Hunter, the one I used to resent, had melted away, revealing a man I barely recognized – a man who now cared for our son with a gentleness that tugged at my heart.
• One cool evening, as the sun painted the sky with shades of orange, I found myself watching Hunter from the doorway of Aiden’s nursery. He cradled him in his arms, murmuring sweet words I could barely hear as he rocked him to sleep. Aiden’s tiny fingers curled around Hunter’s index finger, forming a heartwarming connection between father and son.