After graduating, Alex and Helen got married in a simple yet deeply emotional ceremony. There were no grand luxuries or many guests. Only their parents and a few close friends witnessed that intimate moment.
Helen's dress, simple but beautiful, seemed tailor-made for her. It wasn't extravagant, but the sparkle in her eyes as she walked down the aisle was enough to make her the most radiant woman in the room. Alex, in a dark suit and with a slight, nervous smile, waited with palpable nerves. As he watched her approach, he felt as if everything in his life had led to that moment. The ceremony was brief but filled with emotion. When they exchanged vows, it wasn't just words—it was a promise of unwavering love.
At first, they lived in a modest rented apartment in an old building whose walls creaked with age. The furniture was old and somewhat worn, some inherited from their parents, others bought second-hand. It wasn't much, but to them, it was perfect. Every corner of the apartment held memories: their first dinners together, endless late-night conversations, the comfortable silences only shared by those who truly know each other. They didn't care that the place wasn't luxurious or that they had to fix little things over time. What really mattered was that they were together, building a life step by step.
—Someday I'll be able to give you something better,— Alex promised one night as they lay on a mattress without a bedframe, staring at the ceiling.
—As long as we're together, we have everything we need,— she replied, intertwining her fingers with his.
Since they got married, their lives had focused on building something greater. Helen, with her clear vision and determination, had shown Alex the value of not settling, of never giving up in the face of difficulties, and of fulfilling their dreams.
At the beginning, it was hard. They launched the agency with few resources and no significant connections in the business world, but that didn't stop them.
Alex looked with pride at the newly placed sign at the entrance of their agency. The elegant letters of "Helenova Advertising" shone on the glass, catching the afternoon sunlight as if trying to show the world the fruit of everything they had achieved. The agency, into which he had poured his effort, talent, and above all, his love for Helen, was finally ready to begin operations. It was the result of years of hard work, sleepless nights, and sacrifices—not just his, but Helen's as well. She had always been by his side, encouraging him when doubts crept in and giving him the push to keep going when the challenges seemed overwhelming.
Standing next to him, Helen gazed at the name and then looked at him with surprise.
—Helenova?— she murmured, raising an eyebrow.
Alex gave a shy smile, sliding his hands into his pockets.
—It's for you,— he confessed, looking at her tenderly. —You've always been my muse, my greatest motivation. If this agency exists, it's because you believed in me when no one else did.
Helen stared at him for a moment, her eyes sparkling, then gave a playful smile.
—So, you named a company after me? Well, I guess that means I have to be a partner.
Alex laughed, relieved to see her smile.
—You will be. You've always been a part of this.
Helen hugged him tightly. Speaking softly into her ear, Alex continued:
—Because we're a team. Because together, we can achieve anything.
In the beginning, it was tough. Helen became his assistant, organizing meetings, finding clients, and even staying up late reviewing projects with him.
—Without you, none of this would be possible,— he would tell her with gratitude.
On one occasion, a client tried to cross the line with her. Without losing her composure, Helen managed to break free and, with trembling but determined hands, called Alex. Minutes later, he stormed into the office, his face flushed with fury. Without hesitation, he stepped between Helen and the man, confronting him with a cold, threatening stare.
—If you ever touch her again, you'll regret it,— he said in a sharp, dangerously low voice.
The client, seeing the resolve in Alex's eyes, backed off without saying a word. Helen, still shaken, let out a deep breath, finally feeling safe.
—Are you okay?— Alex asked, gently holding her shoulders.
She nodded, trying to hide how deeply it had affected her.
—I'll never let anyone hurt you. I promise,— he said, holding her close.
The company kept growing, and so did their marriage.
One day, Helen gave him news that would change their lives forever.
It was an ordinary afternoon. Sunlight filtered softly through the curtains of their apartment, and the distant city noise formed a steady background hum. Alex was sitting at the kitchen table, checking some agency emails, when Helen walked in. She looked calm as always, but there was something in her expression that made him look up.
With a slight, nervous smile, she placed her hands over her belly, as if trying to contain the emotion she could no longer hide.
—Alex…— she said, her voice soft but full of something deep, something that instantly caught his attention. —I'm pregnant.
For a moment, Alex couldn't move. Then he reacted and hugged her tightly. Without thinking, he looked down at her belly. With infinite tenderness, he kissed it softly, as if that gesture could express everything words couldn't.
From that moment on, something changed in him. Not a single day went by without him touching her belly, caressing it gently, as if he were already protecting the life growing inside her.
Often, he would kneel and speak to the baby, not yet knowing if it would be a boy or a girl, but always speaking with a sweetness only he could express. He told stories, spoke of the dreams they had for the child, or shared little things happening around them. "I promise everything will be okay. We'll always protect you," he whispered while gently stroking the curve of her belly.
When their child was born, Alex felt as though time stood still. At the sound of the baby's first cry, a lump formed in his throat, and his eyes filled with tears. He looked at Helen—exhausted but radiant, her face wet with tears and a smile of pure joy.
The doctor placed the baby on her chest, and she held him delicately, stroking his tiny face with trembling fingers.
—He's perfect,— she whispered with a trembling voice.
Alex leaned in, kissed Helen's forehead with tenderness, and looked down at their child, deeply moved.
—Welcome to the world, Luke.
They had decided the name months before—Luke. A name filled with meaning, a reflection of the light that illuminated their love.
In the days that followed, Alex would sit by the crib for hours, watching the baby sleep. He marveled at every little gesture: the slight furrowing of his brow, his tiny fists, the way he sighed softly.
—I never imagined something so small could make me feel so much,— he confessed to Helen one night as she cradled Luke in her arms.
Helen smiled, gently stroking the baby's head.
Alex looked at her with devotion, knowing that from that moment on, his life had a new purpose: to protect them, love them, and make them happy.
Years went by, and when their little one turned three, Alex organized a small party at home. Everything was full of colors and laughter. Vibrant balloons decorated the space, and a table was filled with sweets, snacks, and a large cake decorated with Lucas's favorite character. Upbeat music filled the air, and parents chatted while capturing special moments on camera.
Alex paused the music to give his beloved wife a special gift—a house title. A mansion that would be their new home. Applause and cheers erupted, wrapping up an unforgettable day surrounded by friends and family.
The company was now stable. They had moved into the new house. Alex wanted to give Helen and their son everything they deserved.
They were still the same couple who shared joys and struggles. They danced together in the living room, with their son between them, smiling as if nothing in the world could ever take that happiness away.
It was pure bliss.
Never imagining that soon, everything would change.