(Hailey Miller POV)
I never imagined the kids would be the easy part. Honestly, they behaved better than I could've bargained for. Isabella wasn't picky, which meant meals were simple; outside of Liam's office and bedroom, the house stayed neat. What unsettled me wasn't them — it was him. The way everything seemed to bend around Liam, like gravity had shifted and none of us had a choice.
He adored Isabella — naturally, he did. But what I didn't expect was how effortlessly he welcomed Caleb into that orbit. My son started clinging to him the way a child clings to a favorite blanket — constant, trusting, unquestioning. Every time Liam walked through the door, Caleb's face lit up like sunrise. Liam would change, shut his laptop, trade a few emails for full attention at the dinner table. It
