WHY DID HE MARRY ME

One Year Later

One year.

That’s how long it’s been since I signed a contract to save my brother.

That’s how long it’s been since I met Alessandro Moretti.

A lot can change in a year.

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Spring in the city.

The clinic had a line out the door at 8AM. Kids with colds. Workers with cuts. Old ladies who just wanted someone to check their blood pressure.

I was on my third coffee when Maya walked in.

"Hey," she said. "Daniel sent me. He said you looked tired."

"I am tired," I said. "But good tired."

She helped me for two hours. Then we sat in the back room.

"So," she said. "One year anniversary. Are you doing anything."

"Alessandro said dinner," I said. "At the house."

"By the water," she smiled. "Cute."

"Very," I said.

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At 6PM I was home.

Penthouse was quiet. Flowers everywhere. White lilies. My favorite.

Alessandro was in the kitchen. In jeans and a button down. No tie.

He looked up when I came in.

"Hey," he said.

"Hey," I said. "You did all this."

"I had help," he said. "Elena."

He walked over and kissed me. "Happy anniversary, Mrs. Moretti."

"Happy anniversary, Mr. Moretti," I said.

Dinner was on the roof. Just us.

Pasta. Wine. Candles.

No guards. Marco said they were "on the perimeter."

We ate. We talked. About the clinic. About the new housing project. About nothing.

After, he took my hand.

"Come with me," he said.

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We drove to the house by the water.

It was dark. But lights were on inside.

"Did you" I started.

"Go look," he said.

I walked in.

Photos on the wall. Us. Daniel and Maya. The clinic. The groundbreaking for the new building.

In the kitchen was a cake. "1 Year" written in icing.

"Alessandro," I said.

He came up behind me. Arms around my waist.

"I wanted to do something," he said. "To mark it. Because a year ago I thought this was going to be the worst thing that ever happened to me."

"And now," I asked.

"And now it's the best," he said.

He turned me around. "Seraphina. I need to say some things."

"Okay."

"A year ago I bought a marriage," he said. "I thought that's all it would be. A transaction."

He shook his head. "I was wrong. You made it real. You made me real."

My eyes were already watering.

"You made me want to be better," he said. "For you. For Daniel. For us. And I am still trying. Every day."

"I know," I said.

"I love you," he said. "Not because of the contract. Not because we had to. Because I choose to. Because I wake up and I want to."

"Alessandro," I whispered.

"So," he said. "I was thinking. Maybe we do this for real. Not just paper. Not just for show."

"What do you mean."

"A wedding," he said. "Small. At the water. Just us and Daniel and Maya. And vows. Real ones."

I stared at him. "You want to marry me. Again."

"Yes," he said. "Because I want to. Because I get to."

He got down on one knee.

He pulled out a box. Not the ring from New Year's. A new one.

"Seraphina Moretti," he said. "Will you marry me. For real this time."

I was crying. "Yes. God, yes."

He slid the ring on. Stood up. Kissed me.

It was different this time. No cameras. No fear. Just us.

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We set the date for one month later.

Small. 20 people.

White dress. Not designer. Just simple.

Alessandro wore a suit. No gun. For once.

Daniel walked me down the aisle.

Alessandro was waiting at the end. And he was nervous.

I had never seen him nervous.

The officiant said the words.

"Do you, Alessandro, take Seraphina."

"I do," he said. Clear. Strong.

"Do you, Seraphina, take Alessandro."

"I do," I said.

"Then by the power vested in me, I now pronounce you husband and wife. Again. For real this time."

We kissed.

Everyone clapped. Daniel cried. Maya filmed it.

After, we danced on the dock.

No song planned. Just music from someone's phone.

Alessandro held me. "You look beautiful."

"You look happy," I said.

"I am," he said. "For the first time in my life, I am happy."

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The next morning we slept in.

No meetings. No calls.

Just us and coffee and the water.

"So," I said. "What now."

"Now we live," he said. "Clinic. Business. Weekends here."

"And kids," I said before I could stop myself.

He went still. "What."

"Kids," I said. "Someday. If you want."

He looked at me. "Do you want that."

"Yes," I said. "I do."

He pulled me to him. "Then yes. Someday. When we are ready."

"Okay," I said.

"Okay," he said.

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Summer passed.

The clinic expanded. We hired two more nurses.

Alessandro took me to Italy for two weeks. To meet his aunt. She cried when she saw us together.

"She is good for you," she told him in Italian.

"I know," he said.

We came back. Went back to work.

In September, we got news.

Isabella had sold everything. Moved to Europe.

"She sent a note," Alessandro said. "Said 'thank you for the push.'"

"That's good," I said.

"That's done," he said.

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Fall.

Daniel proposed to Maya.

We were at dinner when he did it. Right there in the restaurant.

She said yes.

Alessandro stood up and hugged Daniel. "About time."

Later he told me, "I want that. That normal. For them."

"We can have that too," I said.

"We do," he said.

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Winter again.

One year and six months since the contract.

I was at the clinic late. Finishing charts.

Alessandro came in. With takeout.

"Thought you might be hungry," he said.

"I am," I said.

We ate in my tiny office.

"How was your day," I asked.

"Good," he said. "Boring. Which is how I like it now."

He looked at me. "You look tired."

"I am," I said.

"Come home," he said.

I did.

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At home he ran me a bath.

I didn't ask why. I just got in.

He sat on the edge of the tub.

"Seraphina," he said.

"Yes."

"I'm proud of you," he said. "Of what you built. Of what we built."

"Me too," I said.

He took my hand. "I meant what I said. About kids. Someday."

"I know," I said.

"But no pressure," he said. "We have time."

"We have time," I agreed.

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New Year's. Again.

This time we were at the water house.

Fireplace. Blankets. Same as last year.

At midnight he kissed me.

"Happy New Year," he said.

"Happy New Year," I said.

He pulled out his phone. Showed me a picture.

It was an ultrasound.

I stared. "What."

"We're pregnant," he said. Quiet. Like he couldn't believe it.

I started crying. "When did you find out."

"Today," he said. "I wanted to tell you tonight. Here."

I put my hand on my stomach. "A baby."

"A baby," he said. "Our baby."

He held me. "Are you okay."

"I'm more than okay," I said. "I'm happy."

"Me too," he said. "Terrified. But happy."

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Spring.

We told Daniel and Maya first. They screamed.

We told the staff at the clinic. They cried.

We didn't tell the press. Not yet.

Alessandro started coming to every appointment.

At 20 weeks we found out it was a girl.

"A girl," Alessandro said. "I don't know how to do that."

"You'll figure it out," I said.

"With you," he said.

"With me," I agreed.

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We turned one of the rooms at the water house into a nursery.

Yellow. Not pink. Not blue. Yellow.

Alessandro painted it. Got paint everywhere.

"It's perfect," I said.

"It is," he said.

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The baby came early. By two weeks.

I went into labor at the clinic. Of course.

Alessandro drove like a maniac.

She was born at 3AM.

Small. Loud. Perfect.

"Hello," Alessandro whispered to her. "I'm your dad."

He looked at me. "Thank you."

"For what."

"For everything," he said.

We named her Lucia. After his grandmother.

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Home with Lucia was chaos.

No sleep. Diaries. Love.

Alessandro was good at it. Better than he thought.

He did night feedings. He changed diapers. He sang to her in Italian.

One night at 2AM he was rocking her.

"You okay," I asked.

"Yeah," he said. "Just thinking. A year and a half ago I was alone. Angry. Cold."

He looked at me. "And now I have this. I have you. I have her."

"You deserve this," I said.

"No," he said. "I didn't. But I got it anyway. Because of you."

He came to bed. Lucia between us.

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Lucia's first birthday.

Party at the water house.

Ballons. Cake. Daniel and Maya. The clinic staff. Even Elena came.

Alessandro gave a speech.

"A year and a half ago, I thought I was alone," he said. "Today I am surrounded by family. By people I love. And it’s all because of her."

He pointed at me. "My wife. Who taught me how to live."

Everyone clapped.

Later that night after everyone left, we put Lucia to bed.

Alessandro and I sat on the porch.

"So," he said. "One year and a half."

"Best year and a half of my life," I said.

"Mine too," he said.

He took my hand. "Do you ever think about it. The contract."

"Sometimes," I said. "But I don't regret it."

"Neither do I," he said. "Because it led me here. To you."

He kissed me.

Below us the water was calm.

Above us the stars were out.

Inside, our daughter was asleep.

And for the first time in either of our lives, everything felt right.

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The last line of our story isn't an ending.

It's a beginning.

Because we chose this.

And we keep choosing it.

Every day.