"Alright, Bella."

We go out and go to the children's room. It's a dream come true, they love it and scream happily. I sigh and think that yes, I'm doing the right thing. Christian will be a good father. I look at my grandmother, who smiles happily, and that image alone makes the tightness in my chest and the urge to cry disappear. In the end, I join Marta and dedicate myself to directing the team, to placing things where I want them inside the house.

Christian accompanies me happily. Then we all have lunch, like a happy family. Christian and I keep talking about the children. He wants to...