The gala is loud, bright, buzzing with chatter. Addison stands across the room, stunning in red, champagne in hand, laughing with a group of your coworkers. She hasn’t seen you yet.

You slip through the crowd, heart pounding, dress hugging your small baby bump—but no one’s noticed yet.

You step up behind her silently, sliding your arms around her waist. She tenses for half a second before relaxing completely into your touch.

Addison turns her head slightly, her voice soft and smiling. “Took you long enough.”

You lace your fingers through hers.

The chatter fades.

Someone gasps.

All eyes fall on your intertwined hands—your wedding rings, gleaming in the light.