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The towers of downtown Seattle caught the late afternoon sun and threw it back like glittering secrets. The wind off Elliott Bay chased itself between buildings, tugging at the hems of coats and the edges of patience. On the sidewalk, people moved with the brisk purpose of the tech world, faces lit by phone screens, minds already five steps ahead.

Evelyn Harper was right on time.

She adjusted her navy blazer with the practiced calm of someone who had learned the hard way that the world respected women faster when they looked like they never needed respect to begin with. At twenty-eight, Evelyn wore ambition the way she wore her heels: steady, sharp, unapologetic.

Theo shifted in her arms, warm and wiggly and determined to become gravity’s sworn enemy.

“Come on, baby boy,” she murmured, smoothing the brown hair that refused to behave. Theo’s eyes, impossibly green, took in everything with a seriousness that felt ancient for someone not even two years old. His cheeks were still round with toddler softness, but his gaze? That was a future argument waiting to happen.

Today mattered.

The keynote on the forty-second floor wasn’t just a speech. It was the crown she’d built with sleepless nights, stubborn code, and the kind of hunger that didn’t come from money. It came from being dismissed, underestimated, told she was “promising” the way people say “cute” when they don’t mean beautiful.

She pressed the elevator call button and watched the numbers descend.

Ding.

The doors slid open with a quiet chime.

Two people stood inside.

And the air in the world rearranged itself.

Landon Mitchell leaned against the far wall, immaculate in a charcoal suit that looked like it had never known wrinkles or doubt. His hair was darker than she remembered and slightly longer, as if time had been too busy to schedule a haircut. His eyes were the same. Green, sharp, and uncomfortably familiar. The kind of eyes that used to read Evelyn like a line of code she couldn’t hide behind.

Next to him stood Victoria Steel.

Blonde, poised, expensive. She had the kind of elegance that came with old money and newer power, the sort of woman magazines labeled “philanthropist” when they meant “untouchable.”

Evelyn’s brain tried to turn backward.

Her body didn’t.

She stepped into the elevator. Her heels clicked, polite and controlled. Theo bounced a little on her hip, as if he sensed the shift in the atmosphere and wanted to poke it with his tiny fingers.

Time shrank. The elevator became its own universe: glass, steel, breath.

“Evelyn.” Landon’s voice came out low, almost disbelieving. The rasp was still there. The one that used to show up when he said her name in the dark and meant it like a promise.

“Landon.” Her voice stayed professional. A blade wrapped in silk.

“Victoria.” She nodded, because she had learned that ignoring a person like Victoria Steel was an invitation to be crushed.

Victoria’s smile was polite. Too polite. Her gaze slid to Theo, to the way Evelyn held him with instinctive authority, to the tiny hand gripping the edge of Evelyn’s blazer.

Theo, innocent traitor that he was, babbled cheerfully and reached toward the shiny buttons like he’d discovered a treasure map.

The spell broke.

Landon’s eyes moved to Theo. The resemblance hit like a bell in a quiet church.

Theo had his hair, his jaw, his stare. That same stubborn little angle to the chin that used to show up on Landon’s face when he was about to win an argument and didn’t care how long it took.

“He’s…” Landon began.

“Beautiful,” Victoria finished, but her tone had gone thin, like a glass that had been tapped in the wrong place.

“How old is he?” Victoria asked.

“Twenty months,” Evelyn said. Close enough to truth to pass a casual test. Close enough to truth to ruin a life if someone chose to sharpen it.

Landon didn’t need truth served on a plate. He did the math in his head the way he always had. Numbers. Timelines. Consequences.

His face drained, then colored, then settled into something that looked like pain trying to behave.

The elevator climbed. Floors flicked past. The little digital numbers became a countdown to impact.

Theo dropped his favorite toy, a small wooden airplane that Evelyn had bought him last week because it made him squeal like the world was made of joy.

It clattered to the floor and slid toward Landon’s shoes.

Without thinking, Landon crouched and picked it up. Careful. Deliberate. Like the toy was a fragile truth.

When he handed it back, Theo reached out with both hands and grinned with the reckless trust only toddlers possess.

Landon’s fingers brushed Evelyn’s.

Electric. Familiar. Dangerous.

“Thank you,” Evelyn managed.

Victoria cleared her throat delicately. “Darling, we should…”

The elevator chimed again.

The doors opened on the forty-second floor to a glittering sea of suits and champagne, name tags and business cards, conversations that sounded like money wearing perfume.

Evelyn stepped out. Then she paused.

Some moments demanded honesty, even if it detonated later.

She turned back. Landon’s eyes were locked on her like he was trying to memorize the face he’d never been able to forget.

“His name is Theo,” she said softly. “Theo Mitchell Harper.”

The last name hit Landon like a physical blow.

Victoria’s champagne flute trembled in her manicured hand.

Evelyn didn’t wait for words. Words were easy. Consequences were the language everyone actually spoke.

She walked into the reception with Theo in her arms and her spine straight, leaving Landon behind in a silence that felt like a closed door… right before the lock snapped.

The conference reception buzzed around Evelyn like white noise. Theo sat in his portable high chair beside her, clapping whenever the room got loud, as if he believed applause could organize chaos.

Evelyn smiled at investors. She shook hands. She delivered rehearsed sentences with an effortless curve of confidence.

But every few minutes, her eyes scanned the crowd.

Dark hair. Tall silhouettes. Familiar shoulders.

Nothing.

Then she saw Victoria at the bar, blonde hair catching the light as she spoke sharply into her phone. There was no sign of Landon.

Theo held up a piece of snack like it was a business proposal.

“Mama,” he babbled.

“That’s right, baby.” Evelyn smoothed his hair. “You’re such a good boy.”

She excused herself and headed down a quieter hallway lined with floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking Elliott Bay. The water was a sheet of steel. Boats slid through it like slow thoughts.

She adjusted Theo on her hip.

Footsteps behind her.

“Evelyn.”

Her heart recognized the voice before her eyes did.

Landon stood a few feet away, composure cracked at the edges. His tie was loosened. His jaw tight. His hands clenched at his sides like he was holding back a storm.

“Where’s Victoria?” Evelyn asked, proud her voice didn’t shake.

“On calls,” Landon said. “Planning damage control for whatever story the media might spin. I needed to talk to you alone.”

Theo chose that moment to reach toward Landon, tiny fingers opening and closing in the universal baby language for Pick me up. I don’t care who you are. I like your face.

Evelyn’s chest tightened.

“He doesn’t know you,” she said, more to herself than to him.

“But he’s mine,” Landon said, voice rough. Not a question. A recognition.

His eyes darted between Theo and Evelyn, like he was trying to understand how a life could be built in his absence.

“Why didn’t you tell me?” he demanded. “God, Evelyn… why?”

She shifted Theo to the other arm, buying time.

“Because you made it clear your future didn’t include me,” she said. “No distractions. No complications. You were building an empire.”

“You were never a distraction.” His words came out fierce, almost angry. “You were everything. You still are.”

The confession hung there, daring her to believe it.

“That’s not fair,” Evelyn whispered. “You don’t get to say things like that now. Not when you’re wearing another woman’s ring.”

Landon glanced at the platinum band as if it was a mistake he hadn’t noticed until this moment.

“Victoria and I…” He exhaled. “It’s complicated.”

“It seems pretty simple. You’re getting married.” Evelyn straightened. “Congratulations.”

“I don’t love her,” Landon said, raw. “I thought I could learn to. I thought it would be enough to build a life with someone who fits. Someone who understands the business. But seeing you tonight… I never stopped loving you.”

Theo fussed, sensing emotional weather. Evelyn bounced him gently.

“Love isn’t enough, Landon,” she said. “We proved that two and a half years ago.”

“We were different people,” he said. “Stubborn kids. Scared. Choosing between love and ambition like it was a law of physics.”

Theo grabbed Landon’s tie. A tiny fist claiming territory.

Landon didn’t pull away. He gently freed Theo’s fingers like he was learning the shape of fatherhood on the spot.

“Can I?” Landon asked quietly, meaning Theo.

Evelyn hesitated. Every protective instinct screamed that this was dangerous. That a child’s love was sticky and fast and unstoppable.

But Theo’s eyes were on Landon, curious and open. And Landon looked like a man standing in front of the thing he’d been missing without knowing it.

Evelyn transferred Theo into his arms.

Landon held him like spun glass.

Theo studied him, then smiled. A real smile, bright enough to rearrange the air.

“Hi there, little man,” Landon whispered, voice breaking. “I’m… I’m your dad.”

Something inside Evelyn cracked. Not the kind of crack that ruins. The kind that lets light in and makes you furious about it.

“He likes you,” she said uselessly.

“He’s perfect,” Landon breathed.

“How do you do it?” he asked. “Work, travel, everything… alone?”

“Because I had to,” Evelyn said, bitterness slipping out. “Because when I found out I was pregnant, I was alone.”

“I called.” Landon’s voice went quiet. “Every day for the first month. You’d blocked my number.”

Memory surged: her pride, her pain, the block button like a guillotine.

“I needed space,” she said.

“I know.” His voice softened. “And I should’ve tried harder. I should’ve fought for us instead of respecting your walls.”

Footsteps clicked against marble.

Victoria appeared at the end of the hallway, expression neutral, eyes sharp as glass.

“There you are,” she said to Landon. “The keynote is about to begin.”

Landon carefully handed Theo back. Their hands brushed. Neither pulled away quickly enough.

“This isn’t over,” Landon whispered to Evelyn.

“Yes, it is,” she lied.

Even her bones didn’t believe her.

That night, in her hotel room overlooking Seattle’s lights, Evelyn finally got Theo to sleep. She changed into an oversized sweater and soft pants, the armor of motherhood replacing the armor of business.

Her phone buzzed.

Unknown Seattle number.

“Hello?”

“It’s me.” Landon’s voice was quieter over the phone, more intimate. “I got your number from the conference directory.”

“It’s late,” Evelyn said.

“I know.” He exhaled. “Victoria’s in her own room planning the engagement party we’re supposed to have next month. Flowers for a wedding that should never happen.”

“Then don’t let it happen,” Evelyn said, before she could stop herself.

“It’s not that simple,” Landon replied. “Her father’s company is our biggest investor. Breaking the engagement doesn’t just end a relationship. It could destroy everything I built.”

Disappointment stabbed. Familiar. Old.

“So it’s about money,” Evelyn said.

“No.” His voice sharpened. “It’s about responsibility. Thousands of employees. Innovations. People who depend on me. But Evelyn… seeing you. Holding our son. Nothing else matters compared to that.”

Theo has been fine without you, Evelyn thought. But her heart didn’t care about fine. Her heart cared about the way Theo had reached for Landon like a plant reaching toward light.

“Can I see you tomorrow?” Landon asked.

Evelyn pressed her forehead to the cold hotel window. “I fly back to Portland in the morning.”

“Then I’ll come to Portland,” Landon said immediately. “One day. Give me one day to prove I’m not the same man who let you walk away.”

“One day,” she repeated, tasting the risk.

“I have rules,” Evelyn said. “This is about Theo. Consistency. No disappearing.”

“Understood.”

“And Victoria can’t know,” Evelyn added. “Not yet.”

A pause.

“She already suspects,” Landon admitted. “She saw the resemblance. She’s making calls, trying to find information about you.”

A chill crawled down Evelyn’s spine.

“What kind of information?”

“Your company,” Landon said. “Contracts. Investors. Leverage.”

Evelyn sat down hard.

“She wants leverage for what?”

“To make sure you stay out of our lives permanently,” Landon said. Then, fierce: “I won’t let her hurt you or Theo.”

“How?” Evelyn demanded. “You can’t even break up with her.”

Another pause.

“I’m working on it,” Landon said. “Give me time.”

“How long?”

“Weeks,” he said. “Maybe months.”

“Too long,” Evelyn said. “Theo won’t get attached to someone who might disappear again.”

“You already are attached,” Landon said gently. “I saw it tonight. You felt it too. That rightness.”

She did. That was the tragedy.

“Send me your address,” Landon said. “I’ll drive down tomorrow morning.”

Evelyn stared at her sleeping son. His soft breath. His total trust.

“Okay,” she whispered. “But if you hurt him… I will make sure you never see him again.”

“I understand,” Landon said. And his voice sounded like a man who finally did.

At exactly 9:00 a.m., Evelyn’s doorbell rang.

Theo was in his high chair, smearing banana with the joyful dedication of a tiny abstract painter. Evelyn had already cleaned her spotless townhouse twice and changed outfits two times, as if fabric could control fate.

Through the peephole, she saw Landon on her porch.

No tailored suit. Just dark jeans and a gray sweater, hair slightly messy, hands holding a gift bag like an apology wrapped in paper.

“Da!” Theo babbled, and the syllable hit Evelyn like a bruise.

She opened the door.

For a moment, they just looked at each other.

“Hi,” Landon said.

“Hi.”

Theo bounced in his seat, arms outstretched as if he’d been waiting for this man his whole life.

Landon approached slowly, eyes locked on Theo like he was afraid the boy might vanish.

“I brought you something,” Landon said, glancing at Evelyn for permission.

She nodded.

He pulled out a handcrafted wooden train set, the kind that looked like it belonged to a family that believed in heirlooms and Sunday mornings.

Theo’s eyes went wide.

“He loves trains,” Evelyn said softly.

Landon’s smile suggested it wasn’t luck. It was attention.

He unbuckled Theo, lifted him carefully, carried him to the sink, washed banana hands with steady patience.

It was domestic. Natural. Unfair.

Evelyn watched, heart stuttering between rage and longing.

Then Landon sat cross-legged on the floor and began building train tracks across her hardwood.

For an hour, Evelyn watched a billionaire turn into a father.

He made sound effects. He staged dramatic crashes. He laughed easily, like the laughter had been trapped under his suit for years.

Theo giggled so hard he squealed.

“He’s never this engaged with strangers,” Evelyn said quietly.

“Maybe I’m not strange to him,” Landon replied. “Maybe some connections are just… natural.”

Evelyn’s phone buzzed.

A text.

Victoria Steel: We need to talk. I know about the baby. Portland in 2 hours.

Evelyn’s blood went cold.

Landon looked up immediately. “What is it?”

She showed him the screen. His jaw tightened.

“She can’t just show up here,” he said, voice low.

“She will,” Evelyn replied. “She’s Victoria Steel.”

Landon stood, protective instincts snapping into place. “Then we don’t waste the time we have. Show me everything. His room. His books. His bedtime. Teach me.”

So Evelyn did.

In ninety minutes, Landon changed his first diaper, read Goodnight Moon with theatrical flair, learned that Theo’s favorite game was peekaboo with increasingly ridiculous hiding spots.

For ninety minutes, Evelyn let herself imagine a world where Theo got to grow up with two parents.

For ninety minutes, she hated how much she wanted it.

Then the doorbell rang.

They froze.

Theo looked up, curious.

Evelyn smoothed her sweater and walked to the door like she was walking into a storm.

Victoria Steel stood there in a cream coat, hair perfect, eyes sharp. She stepped inside like she owned the air.

“Ms. Harper,” Victoria said crisply. “Thank you for agreeing to see me.”

“I didn’t agree,” Evelyn replied. But she let her in.

Victoria’s gaze found Landon, then Theo, and the resemblance did the rest.

“He’s beautiful,” Victoria said, and for a moment there was real emotion in it. Then it hardened into calculation.

“How old did you say he was?” she asked.

“Twenty months,” Evelyn replied.

“Twenty months,” Victoria repeated, smile sharpening. “Which means he was conceived around… when did you two break up? February 2023, wasn’t it?”

Evelyn’s protective instinct roared.

“What exactly are you implying?”

“I’m not implying,” Victoria said, settling into an armchair with practiced grace. “I’m stating a fact. Your son is Landon’s child.”

Landon shifted closer to Evelyn, body a barrier.

“Victoria,” he warned.

“Oh, this is necessary,” Victoria replied, voice bright and cold. “Because I’ve done my research. Your company is small, Ms. Harper. Innovative, yes. But fragile. Investors cautious. Contracts project-based.”

The threat slid into the room like a knife.

“And I could destroy all of that with a few well-placed calls,” Victoria added, examining her nails like cruelty was a hobby.

“You’re threatening her,” Landon said, voice dangerous.

“I’m protecting our future,” Victoria corrected. “The merger. The life we built.”

“What we built is a business arrangement,” Landon said. “What I have with Evelyn and Theo is a family.”

That word made the room tilt.

Victoria stood abruptly, heels clicking. “A family? You’ve known about this child for twenty-four hours and you’re ready to throw away everything?”

“Yes,” Landon said simply. Brutal honesty. Clean edges.

Victoria’s composure cracked.

“I could have given you children,” she whispered.

“But you didn’t want them,” Landon replied gently. “You said they’d complicate your life. And there’s nothing wrong with that choice. It’s just not my choice anymore.”

Victoria’s face tightened. Her eyes flicked to Theo’s small hand reaching for a toy train.

Then she pulled out a tablet.

“I have a proposal,” she said lightly. “Five million. You relocate, Ms. Harper. Limit Landon’s contact. Supervised visits.”

Evelyn felt the blood drain from her face.

“You want to pay me to disappear,” she said.

“I want to pay you to be reasonable,” Victoria replied.

Evelyn’s voice dropped low. “Get out.”

“I’m not finished,” Victoria said. “Forty-eight hours to consider.”

She delivered the rest like a business memo: patents, contracts, pressure points. She wasn’t just threatening Evelyn’s company. She was threatening her ability to keep building a stable life for Theo.

Before she left, Theo looked up and called, “Mama,” arms reaching.

It stopped Victoria in her tracks.

For one flicker of a heartbeat, Evelyn saw something in her eyes. Not malice. Not calculation. Something like longing, like grief for a kind of love she’d never learned how to hold.

Then the mask snapped back.

“Forty-eight hours,” Victoria repeated, and walked out.

After the door shut, the silence was heavy.

“She’s not bluffing,” Evelyn whispered. “Those patents… my company depends on them.”

Landon’s face was grim. “Then we find another way.”

“What way?” Evelyn’s voice broke. “You’re still engaged to her. She can crush me. She can crush you.”

Landon stared out the window at the Portland sky like he was reading it for answers.

“What if she can’t?” he said quietly.

Evelyn blinked. “What do you mean?”

“What if I separate my companies from Steel Industries,” Landon said, and the old fire lit in his eyes. “What if I buy out their stake. It’ll cost me almost everything liquid… but it’s doable.”

“And then you’ll be free,” Evelyn said, dread and awe braided together. “But broke.”

“Starting over,” Landon corrected. “With the right motivation.”

Evelyn’s throat tightened.

Then the delivery arrived.

A thick legal envelope from Steel Industries.

Cease-and-desist on patents.

And worse: an emergency custody motion accusing Evelyn of instability, unfit parenting, endangering Theo.

Evelyn’s hands shook.

“She’s going after Theo,” Evelyn whispered. “She’s trying to take my son.”

Landon went white.

His phone rang. He answered.

Victoria’s voice spilled through, sharp and satisfied.

“I trust you’ve received my gifts,” she purred.

Evelyn snatched the phone.

“What I understand,” Evelyn said, voice steady despite the tremor in her fingers, “is that you’re willing to traumatize an innocent child to get what you want.”

“Short-term discomfort prevents long-term disaster,” Victoria replied calmly. “Twenty-four hours. Take the money and walk away, or I’ll file motions that make today look gentle.”

The line went dead.

Evelyn set the phone down.

“Twenty-four hours,” she said.

Landon looked at Theo, who was babbling happily in his playpen, holding up a train like it was the solution to everything.

“Then we get to work,” Landon said.

They turned Evelyn’s dining table into a war room: laptops, contracts, spreadsheets, legal research, coffee cups like casualties.

Landon called investors. Allies. Former rivals. Anyone who owed him a favor.

Evelyn dug into her licensing agreements and found clauses Victoria had hoped she wouldn’t read closely. Clauses that made termination harder. Clauses that gave Evelyn leverage too.

“This might not be immediate destruction,” Evelyn said, heart pounding. “Expensive, yes. Complicated. But not instant.”

Landon’s eyes sharpened. “That’s the crack in her armor.”

The doorbell rang again.

More papers. More threats.

So they hired the best family lawyer they could reach on a Sunday night. A woman named Jennifer Chen, whose voice sounded like a gavel with eyeliner.

Monday morning, they walked into Multnomah County Family Court with Theo’s car seat, Evelyn’s battered briefcase, and Landon’s empire shaking loose behind them.

Victoria waited by the courtroom doors surrounded by expensive attorneys. Immaculate. Unblinking.

Inside, Judge Patricia Hoffman sat high above them, silver hair and sharp eyes that had seen every flavor of human mess.

Victoria’s lawyer painted Evelyn as unstable. A reckless single mother using a baby as leverage.

Jennifer Chen stood and cut the story clean:

“This is not about child welfare,” Jennifer said. “It is about a woman using the legal system as a weapon to protect a merger.”

Then she laid out proof: messages, recordings, documented offers. Money offered to make Evelyn disappear. Threats tied to patents. Custody used as pressure.

When Landon took the stand, he didn’t charm. He didn’t perform.

He told the truth like it was the only language left.

“Has Miss Harper endangered your son?” Jennifer asked.

“Never,” Landon said. “Evelyn is an exceptional mother.”

“And your intention regarding your son?”

“To be his father in every way that matters,” Landon said. “Even if it costs me my business relationship with Ms. Steel.”

Victoria’s eyes flinched. Just once.

Evelyn took the stand next, voice calm, back straight.

“Love doesn’t create instability,” she said. “It creates security.”

Judge Hoffman called recess.

In the hallway, Theo napped against Evelyn’s shoulder, warm and trusting, unaware that adults were arguing over his life like it was a project plan.

Landon sat beside Evelyn.

“You did great,” he whispered.

Before Evelyn could answer, Victoria approached alone, her legal army hanging back.

“Miss Harper,” Victoria said softly. “May I speak with you privately?”

Evelyn followed her to an alcove by the window.

Victoria watched Theo sleep for a long moment.

“He’s peaceful,” she said.

Evelyn didn’t soften. “What do you want, Victoria?”

Victoria’s voice wavered in a way Evelyn hadn’t heard before.

“I want to know what it feels like,” Victoria admitted. “To love someone more than your ambitions. To look at a child and know you’d give up everything.”

Evelyn stared at her, seeing the human beneath the steel.

“It’s not weakness,” Evelyn said quietly. “It’s the opposite.”

Victoria swallowed.

“I’m withdrawing the petition,” she said abruptly. “All of it. Custody. Patents. Everything.”

Evelyn’s breath caught. “Why?”

Victoria’s smile was sad but real.

“Because some things are more important than winning,” she said. “And because that little boy deserves parents who love him more than they fear losing.”

Back in the courtroom, Victoria’s attorney stood.

“Your honor, my client wishes to withdraw all petitions.”

Judge Hoffman looked skeptical but pleased. “Very well. Case dismissed.”

Evelyn felt something in her chest loosen. Like she’d been holding her breath for months.

Outside the courthouse, rain had paused. The city looked washed clean.

Theo reached for a pigeon and giggled.

“I can’t believe it’s over,” Evelyn whispered.

Landon took her hand.

“It’s not over,” he said. “It’s just beginning.”

Three weeks later, Evelyn’s townhouse had returned to its normal rhythm, but nothing felt the same.

The war room was gone. The dining table held breakfast dishes and toy trains and Landon’s laptop, because he was there more than he wasn’t.

“The Yamamoto deal closed,” Landon said one morning, looking up with a tired smile. “I’m officially free of Steel Industries.”

“Free,” Evelyn repeated, tasting the word.

“Free and starting over,” he corrected.

Theo toddled over and demanded to be picked up.

“Da-da,” he babbled, the syllables getting clearer every day.

Landon scooped him up like it had always been his right.

Evelyn’s phone rang. Victoria.

Evelyn answered, heart tightening automatically.

Victoria’s voice sounded different. Softer.

“I’m moving to London,” Victoria said. “Fresh start.”

“That sounds… good,” Evelyn said, surprised that she meant it.

“I wanted to apologize,” Victoria said. “What I did was unforgivable. Using a child as a weapon.”

Evelyn didn’t speak. She listened.

“I’ve transferred the patent licenses to your company,” Victoria added. “Free and clear. Consider it my contribution to Theo’s future.”

Evelyn nearly dropped the phone.

“You don’t have to,” Evelyn said, stunned.

“Yes, I do,” Victoria replied. “Some debts can’t be paid with money. But this is a start.”

After the call, Evelyn sat in silence.

“Guilt is a powerful motivator,” Landon said gently. “So is recognizing something genuine when you see it.”

Theo wriggled out of Landon’s arms and attacked his toy box like it owed him rent.

Evelyn watched her son. Watched Landon.

“What happens next?” she asked quietly.

Landon moved closer. His eyes were serious. “We choose.”

Evelyn swallowed.

“I’m terrified,” she admitted. “This feels too good to be real.”

“Good doesn’t mean easy,” Landon said. “It means worth it.”

Theo appeared at Evelyn’s knees, holding up his wooden train with an expression that demanded immediate attention.

She lifted him onto the couch between them.

Theo babbled like he was presenting quarterly results.

Landon’s gaze softened with pride. “He’s going to be brilliant.”

“And stubborn,” Evelyn said.

“That’s my contribution,” Landon admitted, and she laughed.

Then Evelyn looked around at the toys on hardwood floors, at the awards beside children’s books, at the man who had once chosen ambition over love and now chose love like it was oxygen.

“I want more,” she said, cheeks flushing. “More children someday. When we’re… when we’re married.”

The word settled between them like a quiet bell.

Landon’s smile turned warm and patient.

“When I propose properly,” he said, “it won’t be on a couch covered in Cheerios.”

“I don’t need perfect,” Evelyn whispered. “I need you.”

“You have me,” Landon said. “All in.”

Theo began banging the train against the coffee table like a tiny percussionist auditioning for chaos.

Landon chuckled. “I have one question right now though.”

“What?”

“Move in with me,” he said. “Not here. I know this is your home, and I don’t want to disrupt Theo’s routine, but let me find us a house. A yard. An office. Room to grow.”

Evelyn’s throat tightened.

“Room to grow,” she repeated.

“For everything,” Landon said. “For our family. For what comes next.”

Theo launched himself toward Landon, fearless. Landon caught him easily, and Theo shrieked with laughter.

Evelyn watched them, past and future folded into the same moment, and felt something in her chest settle into peace.

“Yes,” she said.

Landon blinked. “Yes to what?”

“Yes to the house,” Evelyn said, smiling through the swell in her throat. “Yes to building something together. Yes to room to grow.”

Landon’s eyes shone.

Theo clapped like he understood.

And Evelyn realized that sometimes the bravest thing you can do is stop proving you don’t need anyone… and start choosing the people who show up anyway.

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