One Night Stand, Eight Surprises: Pampered by My CEO Husband --- - Chapter 189: Chapter 189
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It was an unusually still afternoon, the kind where even the birds seemed to pause and listen.
In the backyard, beneath the same old oak tree that had shaded them through birthdays and breakups, the family gathered for something sacred.
Damien stood in front of them, hands clasped. Behind him, a sapling waited in a ceremonial pot—its leaves trembling in the breeze.
He looked at the faces of his eight children. Faces he had kissed goodnight. Faces he had fought for.
And then he began:
> “We give you roots so you’ll always know where you come from. And wings… so you’ll know you never have to stay stuck there.”
A hush fell over the circle.
He continued, his voice steady but low:
> “Roots are the things you may not always see—our values, our love, our sacrifices. They hold you firm when storms come. But wings…”
His eyes found Skylar’s. Then Julian’s. Ava’s.
> “Wings are your dreams. Your failures. Your journeys. Your right to fly far—even if that means flying away from us.”
Arielle stepped forward and took his hand. Then she turned to the children.
> “This tree represents you all. Its roots begin here. But it will grow taller than we ever could. Stronger, too.”
Each child stepped forward with something in hand—a token, a note, a photo—and placed it at the base of the tree.
Julian’s was a cracked compass.
Skylar’s, a drawing from childhood.
Zane brought a copy of his first published poem.
Leila added a shell from the first beach trip they took together.
Amara placed a feather. “Because flight,” she said with a smile.
Ava, a music score she had composed in secret.
Aiden, a journal entry titled “What Being a Brother Means.”
And finally, Arielle added the hospital bracelet from when they’d all come into the world.
They buried the tokens beneath the soil.
Damien knelt and lowered the sapling into the ground. “We plant this in hope,” he said, his voice cracking.
Arielle covered his hands with hers. “And love.”
They filled the soil together, hands muddy and eyes full.
Then the family stood in a ring around the tree.
> “You’ll bend,” Damien whispered. “But you won’t break.”
> “You’ll fall,” Arielle added. “But you’ll rise.”
Eight voices joined them:
> “We’ll always come back home.”
The wind picked up, gentle but sure—like wings readying for flight.
And in that quiet circle of roots and rising hope, something sacred took root.
A family.
Forever grounded.
Forever free.
In the backyard, beneath the same old oak tree that had shaded them through birthdays and breakups, the family gathered for something sacred.
Damien stood in front of them, hands clasped. Behind him, a sapling waited in a ceremonial pot—its leaves trembling in the breeze.
He looked at the faces of his eight children. Faces he had kissed goodnight. Faces he had fought for.
And then he began:
> “We give you roots so you’ll always know where you come from. And wings… so you’ll know you never have to stay stuck there.”
A hush fell over the circle.
He continued, his voice steady but low:
> “Roots are the things you may not always see—our values, our love, our sacrifices. They hold you firm when storms come. But wings…”
His eyes found Skylar’s. Then Julian’s. Ava’s.
> “Wings are your dreams. Your failures. Your journeys. Your right to fly far—even if that means flying away from us.”
Arielle stepped forward and took his hand. Then she turned to the children.
> “This tree represents you all. Its roots begin here. But it will grow taller than we ever could. Stronger, too.”
Each child stepped forward with something in hand—a token, a note, a photo—and placed it at the base of the tree.
Julian’s was a cracked compass.
Skylar’s, a drawing from childhood.
Zane brought a copy of his first published poem.
Leila added a shell from the first beach trip they took together.
Amara placed a feather. “Because flight,” she said with a smile.
Ava, a music score she had composed in secret.
Aiden, a journal entry titled “What Being a Brother Means.”
And finally, Arielle added the hospital bracelet from when they’d all come into the world.
They buried the tokens beneath the soil.
Damien knelt and lowered the sapling into the ground. “We plant this in hope,” he said, his voice cracking.
Arielle covered his hands with hers. “And love.”
They filled the soil together, hands muddy and eyes full.
Then the family stood in a ring around the tree.
> “You’ll bend,” Damien whispered. “But you won’t break.”
> “You’ll fall,” Arielle added. “But you’ll rise.”
Eight voices joined them:
> “We’ll always come back home.”
The wind picked up, gentle but sure—like wings readying for flight.
And in that quiet circle of roots and rising hope, something sacred took root.
A family.
Forever grounded.
Forever free.
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