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"All my remedies are grown here. I have a hothouse as well," Klara explains, her voice filled with pride.

"I can't wait until my cottage garden looks like this." I feel a pang of longing as I take in the lush, vibrant plants. It's a picture of calm and beauty, something I've always dreamed of having

Klara smiles knowingly. "It takes time and a lot of patience. But I can show you how to work with what you have,"

We make our way to the first shed, which is a striking contrast to the rustic surroundings. It's pristine white, with large windows letting in natural light, and the scent of herbs and fresh dairy fills the air.

"Ilona and Agnes, also twins, handle most of the produce and the dairy," Klara explains. They make the cheeses, the jams, pickles, that sort of thing."

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I marvel at the efficiency of their operation, how seamlessly everything seems to work here. The stainless-steel counters gleam, and the whole place smells incredible-a mix of sweet fruit, fresh cream, and herbs. fields We step back outside, the sun warming my face as we continue walking. The farm is full of life, w stretching out in every direction, animals grazing peacefully, and windmills turning lazily in the distance.

There's a small creek running through one section, and kids' laughter drifts over from where they're playing.

"This place," I say, my voice catching. "It's incredible. I never thought a life like this was really possible. I mean, it's my dream to raise kids like this."

Klara looks at me, her eyes kind but serious. "It's not easy," she says. "But it's worth it. We have our crazy times and our World War 3 times. But at the end of the day, we all have a common goal. To showcase sustainable practices and produce simple but amazing chemical-free food."

I watch as Ava runs past, giggling with Sarah as they chase a trio of curious baby goats. Tom and Max race each other to a large chicken coop, a cloud of dust rising in their wake.

Abby and Lotte, are busy playing on some hay bales, their faces glowing with the effort.

The idea of creating a life like this, full of purpose and love, feels almost too much to hope for. But as I watch my children laugh and explore, I realize that maybe, just maybe, it's something I can have. Even in a billionaire's world.

A world I don't belong in but can't seem to escape either. I mean, it's first world problems, isn't it? Complaining about having what most people dream of I am grateful. I really am, especially for the level of medical care it affords me and the kids.

Especially now. But instilling a work ethic and empathy into my kids is very important to me.

A sudden noise breaks through my thoughts, and Klara looks up to the sky. "That's a helicopter. They're here."

I swallow, my heart rate picking up. The sound grows louder, and anxiety clenches at my chest. Klara

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must notice because she picks a few strands of lavender flowers and hands them to me. "Here, smell these. It will help."

I take the lavender and breathe in the calming scent, willing myself to stay calm. This is it. I wrap my hand around the folded DNA report in my pocket, the weight of it pressing against my fingers. Time to tell Jayden I'm pregnant with his baby. A baby we might still lose. The helicopter appears in the distance, a small dot growing larger as it approaches.

"Come on," Klara says. "They'll land in the far-left field. Kids, here comes the helicopter!"

Abby squeals in delight, jumping up and down. "Is that Daddy?"

"It sure is. Let's go meet him," I say, my voice shaking a little.

Sarah's eyes widen with excitement. "Can we go for a ride in it?" she asks.

"I don't know, maybe," I answer, trying to sound calm. "We can ask."

Bobby, suddenly appears beside me with another boy about his age. "Wow, that's so awesome." They take off running, and go over the.

"No too close, Bobby!" I call out.

The noise is deafening, and the wind it kicks up rustles the leaves and sends Abby's hair flying.

The helicopter hovers lower and then finally touches down. The kids shield their eyes from the dust, but they're laughing, thrilled by the chaos. I hold Henry close, his tiny hands clutching at my shirt, and he fusses a little at the noise. Jayden is waving madly from the chopper window, and I can't help but feel a rush of emotion at the sight of him. The helicopter blades slicing through the air begin to slow. Viktor is the first to jump out, moving quickly to help Jayden. Jayden steps out, and I watch as he ducks down and runs toward the kids, a wide smile breaking across his face. Abby and Sarah rush toward him, shrieking with happiness, and even Bobby, who's usually so reserved, runs to meet his dad. "Daddy!" Abby cries, throwing herself into his arms. Sarah hugs him tight, and Bobby stands close, his face lit up with a rare, genuine smile. Then he throws his arms around him too.

Jayden hugs them all at once and my heart swells.

My family. My love for them is unconditional, even through the tough times. For better or for worse. In sickness and in health.

I take a shaky breath, clutching Henry close, and I step forward.

I have to face whatever comes next.