As we arrived home, the house felt like a sanctuary—a place where love was unconditional and genuine. Luke helped me inside, his touch gentle and filled with the promise of a better future, one where our child would never have to question the love of their family.

In the quiet of our living room, I sank into the couch, exhausted both physically and emotionally. Luke sat beside me, his presence a comforting balm. “We’re building something beautiful,” he said softly, his eyes filled with determination and hope.