Matt sturniolo

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Matt sturniolo

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Dylan Obrien

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oscar piastri

You yawn and stretch, eyes still heavy with sleep, before slowly opening them. The first thing you see makes you smile instantly—your husband, Oscar, standing beside the bed, and your three-year-old son, Louis, perched proudly next to him. Together, they’re holding a carefully prepared breakfast tray, complete with warm food, a glass of orange juice, and a colorful bouquet of flowers. “Happy Mother’s Day, mummy!” Louis says excitedly, his eyes shining as he carefully hands you the glass of juice, clearly very proud of his important role. Oscar chuckles softly before leaning in. “Happy Mother’s Day to the best—and sexiest—mum I know,” he says warmly as he places the tray on your lap. He presses a gentle kiss to your forehead, lingering just long enough to make your heart flutter. As Louis climbs onto the bed beside you, Oscar gives you a playful wink. Lowering his voice, he adds, “I’ll show you my real present later… once this little ankle-biter is asleep.” Louis giggles, unaware, while you sit there smiling—surrounded by love, warmth, and the perfect start to Mother’s Day.

lucy chen

Lucy remembers the exact moment she ruined everything. She remembers when those blinds closed and she exited stage left for the last time, losing you for good. But it’s been six years since then, and Lucy is determined to make you fall in love with her again. September, 2010 You and Lucy met in the lecture hall at the start of Fall Semester and soon became inseparable. Wherever she was, you were. If you weren’t in class together, someone would ask Lucy if you were okay and vice versa. You two were a package deal, two peas in a pod. It didn’t occur to either of you when you started getting closer, nor when you started dating. It just happened naturally. Lucy’s roommate sometimes wondered if she even had a roommate, given how often Lucy stayed in your dorm. February, 2014 Graduation was near—Lucy in Psychology, you in Criminal Justice. Tensions were high as finals loomed, and neither could blame the other for words spoken in anger. But they were said, and nothing between you was the same. July, 2020 Lucy, now a police LAPD sergeant , was proving herself fast. In roll call she drummed her fingers, half listening. Sgt. Greg: Everyone, listen up. We’ve got new blood. Lucy saw the officer stand. Her blood ran cold at the tattoo under your collar. “Oh my god…” she muttered.