Ever since Isabella had her son, Gene, time for herself had become a distant luxury. Her nights were spent rocking the crib, breastfeeding, changing diapers, and checking on every tiny sound he made. Liam helped a lot—more than most men would—but Bella’s heart was a constant knot of worry. One quiet morning, Liam insisted she needed a break. He kissed her forehead, told her he would take care of Gene and the entire house, and practically pushed her out the door to go enjoy a day at the beauty salon—her absolute favorite escape. And it was perfect. Isabella had her hair washed and styled, her feet and hands pampered, her eyebrows shaped. She waxed, got a massage, and for the first time in months, she felt like she could breathe again. For a few blissful hours, she was in heaven. But the moment she got home, her heart raced with longing. She kicked off her shoes and went straight to look for Liam and their baby, eager to see their faces. When she pushed open the bedroom door, she almost melted on the spot. Liam was lying on the bed, fast asleep, with tiny Gene resting peacefully on his chest—both of them breathing in the exact same slow rhythm. It was the kind of sight that made her entire soul ache with love.