Hospital — Neonatal Unit
Two days after the surgery, Moon sat in a wheelchair, Bianca pushing her gently through the quiet hallways.
When they reached the glass window of the neonatal unit, the nurse guided her closer.
“There they are,” the nurse said softly. “Two boys, one girl.”
Moon’s breath caught.
Tiny. Fragile.
Wrapped in soft pastel blankets.
Bianca stood beside her, one hand resting gently on her shoulder.
“They’re perfect,” Moon whispered, eyes shining with quiet emotion.
---
Later, once the babies were strong enough to be moved to her room, Moon held a pen over their hospital papers.
“Jovanni,” she whispered for the first boy. “Jasper...” for the second.
And, cradling the smallest bundle in pink: “Jessica.”
Bianca smiled quietly from her seat by the window.
“Good names.”
Moon exhaled slowly, a rare full smile crossing her face. “Yeah... they feel right.”
---
Three Years Later — Bianca & Moon’s Makeup Studio
The studio now bore a sleek new sign: Bianca & Moon Beauty.
Clients filled the waiting chairs. Makeup products lined the walls in neat, professional displays.
Moon stood by a client, applying foundation with careful, practiced hands. Her face was calm, focused — all signs of the quiet professional she’d become.
Her belly was flat now. Her posture confident. Her name was mentioned often on social media now — Moon had become a professional artist known for soft glam styles, bridal makeup, and editorial work.
Bianca walked past her, flicking through appointments on a tablet.
“You’ve got a wedding client next week,” Bianca mentioned casually. “Big deal. You sure you’re up for it?”
Moon gave a small, easy smile. “I’m not new anymore, remember?”
---
Their home had changed too — a neat, cozy place with toys scattered on the living room floor.
Three-year-old Jovanni, Jasper, and Jessica filled the space with quiet chaos: toy cars, tiny shoes, giggles.
Moon knelt down to tie Jovanni’s shoe, glancing up as Bianca walked in holding two small juice boxes.
“Peace offering,” Bianca said, handing them over.
Moon shook her head, smiling softly.
Sometimes, she still thought about the past. About everything she’d lost. But standing there, surrounded by family she’d built herself, she knew she’d gained something even bigger.
---
At the studio, Moon moved confidently between clients. Her hands were steady, blending highlighter with ease as two young artists-in-training watched her carefully.
Her name carried weight now — not just locally, but on social media. Brides traveled in from other towns to book her.
Outside of work, Moon’s days were filled with quieter moments:
Helping Jovanni build blocks on the living room floor. Teaching Jasper how to button his tiny shirt. Braiding Jessica’s soft curls while Jessica wiggled impatiently in her chair.
Most evenings, Bianca would show up with groceries or dinner. They weren’t just business partners anymore — they were family.
Even with all the success, Moon still felt that quiet ache sometimes. But it didn’t control her life anymore.
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Benjamin’s Life
Benjamin sat in his office, staring at a contract without really reading it.
The view from his window showed the city skyline, but his mind wasn’t there.
For years, things had looked fine on the outside:
He’d helped stabilize his father’s company. Kept his public image clean.
And yet... he’d never married Abigail.
The engagement lingered like an unfinished sentence. Abigail herself barely pushed for more these days — as if she could feel it too.
Benjamin would lie awake at night sometimes, staring at the ceiling, that same name echoing through his mind:
Moon.
He couldn’t remember why it mattered. Couldn’t place the face clearly. But in his dreams...
In his dreams, there was always a girl with quiet eyes.
A girl he couldn’t forget.
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Late Evening — Benjamin’s Apartment
Benjamin poured himself a drink and stood by the window. His reflection stared back at him in the glass.
Abigail had left an hour ago after yet another dinner filled with silence.
And still, that emptiness stayed.
> Maybe there’s something missing, Benjamin thought. Or maybe there’s someone...
