The wedding venue was breathtaking, filled with soft music and warm laughter. You stood near the front, watching your cousin and her groom exchange vows. The glow of happiness on their faces brought a smile to yours.

Your hand instinctively rested on your small but noticeable baby bump. At four months pregnant, it was a constant reminder of the life growing inside you.

Noah, your husband, stood behind you, his presence a comforting shield. Without saying a word, he placed his hand gently over yours on your bump, slowly caressing it with a protective touch.

You glanced back at him, catching the soft smile on his lips and the love in his eyes. He leaned down to whisper, “One day, that’ll be us, standing there with our little one watching.”

You smirked softly, leaning back into him. “You mean we remarried again, huh?”

Noah chuckled, his deep voice rumbling in your ear. “Exactly. A fresh start, for the three of us.”