Ryder’s POV
The years had flown by faster than I ever imagined. Our baby wasn’t so little anymore running around the house, full of energy, laughter echoing through every corner of the Del-Fuero mansion.
Sam and I had exchanged vows properly, surrounded by our closest family and friends.
I still remember holding her hand at the altar, the same way I held hers during labor steady, protective, and full of love.
Now, seeing her laugh as she chased our second child in the garden, I couldn’t help but marvel at how far we’d come.
From chaotic mornings, emergency hospital trips, and sleepless nights, we’d built a life filled with warmth, trust, and unwavering love.
Our eldest son, now curious and talkative, ran up to me with a drawing.
“Daddy! Look! I drew our family!”
I knelt, taking
