AVA'S POV
He told me about the last-minute Paris board decisions, the man on the plane who spilled coffee on his shirt, and how he ended up buying three of the same white shirt at the airport boutique.
I told him about the letter I received from Nairobi, the surprise visitor from the women's council, and the feeling I'd had while reading their message, like I was carrying not just my story anymore, but thousands of others.
Ethan listened, the way he always did. Fully present. Gentle and unwavering.
When the candles burned low and the rain softened to a whisper, I turned to face him on the couch.
"Do you ever wonder," I asked quietly, "how all of this still feels surreal? Like one day, we were signing a contract and barely knew what to expect… and now we're talking about our baby's room and cross-continental partnerships and… love."
