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And he’d given her what she always prayed for.

A family.

Dorian stepped out of the hospital room, tears in her eyes but a smile tugging at her lips. “She’s up,” she said, voice shaky with joy. “And she’s asking for you.”

The second the words left her mouth, Hassan moved like the floor was on fire beneath him. He didn’t speak. Didn’t blink. Just ran.

He didn’t care who was watching—nothing else existed but Sevyn. She was the fire that broke theIce.

The one who shattered every wall he spent his life building. The only one who ever looked past the rage, the violence, the pain—and still chosehim.

Sevyn didn’t just heal him. She loved him. And for a man like Hassan, who spent his life unseen in the shadows of trauma, being loved… meant being seen.

And Sevyn? She saw everything he was. And everything he was always meant to be.

Epilogue

(SIX months later: Bora Bora)

The wind blew gracefully, sweeping through the trees like a lullaby, while birds sang in perfect harmony. The sun kissed the island with golden warmth, and the waves danced as if the ocean itself was rejoicing. This—this was what Heaven on Earth looked like.

Sevyn stood barefoot on the balcony, her curly hair flowing freely in the breeze, a soft smile tugging at her lips. For the first time in months, she felt peace.

The last six months had tested every fiber of her being. After the hospital, she couldn’t walk. Couldn’t speak. There were nights when she didn’t know if she—or the life growing inside her—was going to survive. The doctors were unsure. Her injuries from Braxton had been severe, and the pregnancy was considered high-risk. Hearing she might not carry full-term shattered her.

Because long before she was a therapist, Sevyn was a woman who dreamed of being a mother. And now, carrying the child of the man she loved more than life—it felt like hope. And that hope slipping through her fingers had nearly drowned her.

She spiraled. Fell into a darkness that tried to swallow her whole. But God came through.

Slowly, piece by piece, she began to heal—mentally, emotionally, physically. And so did her baby. Each appointment brought better news, and now, her body was strong. Her baby was thriving. And her heart?

Full.

As she gazed over the endless turquoise of Bora Bora, gratitude filled her chest. She was whole again. Alive. Loved.

So lost in the beauty before her, she jumped when warm, strong arms wrapped around her waist. But the moment his touch met her skin, her body melted into his.

Those hands were her anchor. Her home.

“Hey, beautiful,” he whispered against her ear, voice low and tender, sending a chill down her spine.

Only he could make her feel like this.

And she smiled, knowing that no matter what they endured... they were here. Together. And that was everything.

Hassan stood behind Sevyn, arms wrapped gently around her as he lifted the weight of her belly, easing the pressure off her back. She sighed in relief, eyes fluttering shut, her body instantly relaxing into him. He loved moments like this—holding his baby, watching the tension melt from Sevyn’s face. It did something to his soul.

Back when he was clawing through hell to get her back, he’d convinced himself that letting her go would be the only way to protect her. He believed the life he lived would eventually destroy hers. Everyone around him told him he’d regret it, but he didn’t listen. Not until the doctor walked in with the words “she’s pregnant.” Not until Dorian stepped out that hospital room and said Sevyn was asking for him. That was the moment it all changed.

He couldn’t leave her—not when she was carrying his child. Not when she was his heart.

These past six months hadn’t been easy. Sevyn’s road to recovery was brutal—physically, mentally, emotionally—and Hassan bore every scar of it with her. He held her through every silent cry, every day she couldn’t walk, every moment she wanted to give up. And on top of it all, he’d lost his grandmother.

There was no funeral for Helen. Their family had always been small—it was just him, Harper, and Madea. Sevyn was still fighting in the hospital, so it had fallen on Hassan and Harper to carry that grief alone. Roman, Jules, and Von stood with them, but nothing could fill that void.

Instead of a funeral, they cremated her. Split her ashes into three necklaces. One for Harper. One for Roman—because Helen had been his mother too. And one for Hassan.

Harper broke when Helen died. Hassan? He didn’t. Or at least, that’s what he showed. He stayed strong, silent, focused on Sevyn and the baby. But there were nights when he stared out the window, replaying memories, hearing her voice in the wind. He just never let himself sit in that grief for long.

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