Diane's POV
The years after Liam's death had been a journey of healing I never expected to navigate. Time, they say, heals all wounds, but I learned that healing doesn't mean forgetting, it means learning to carry the pain differently, to let it transform you rather than consume you.
Noah kept every promise he'd ever made to me, and more. He didn't just become a husband; he became the father Dylan and Danielle needed from the day they were born, the partner I'd always dreamed of having.
The children had never known life without Noah, he was there for their first steps, their first words, their first days of school. To them, he wasn't a replacement, he was simply Dad.
Three years after Liam's death, Noah and I made the decision to expand our family. When I discovered I was pregnant with Noah's child, the joy on his face was something I'll never forget. This would be his biological child, the evidence of everything we'd built together.
