LOGINSebastian If hearing a tiny heartbeat through a speaker and watching a five-year-old talk about crayons could completely derail my chest like this, I didn’t know how the hell I was going to survive the day my child was actually born. That was the thought running circles in my head as the doors of
“How was the honeymoon?” “It was… good.” He looked at me with sharp, intelligent eyes. “How are you doing, Dahlia?” “I’m fine,” I said. Weston raised a single, dark eyebrow. “I am talking about the day of the wedding.” “Oh,” I murmured, looking down as understanding dawned on me. “I’m okay, as y
If Maisie’s very public announcement hadn’t already answered the question, one look at the way Sebastian stood half a step closer to me than anyone else would have. Weston was far too observant to miss details like that. "Hawthorne," he greeted, inclining his head in a polite nod. "I didn't expect
Maisie barely acknowledged his presence, her focus snapping right back to me. “Can I see it?” I laughed, shaking my head at her eagerness. “Not yet.” “Why not?” “Because babies stay inside until they’re ready to come out.” She accepted that surprisingly quickly, offering a thoughtful, “Oh.” Appa
The words hit him right where I wanted them to. I saw the sudden shadow of pain cross his face, his jaw working as he swallowed the anger, his broad chest rising and falling heavily. I expected him to snap back but when he spoke again, the authority was completely gone. His voice was raw and comple
Sarah reached over to the machine and tore thr sonogram photo from the printer slot. She handed it to me with a warm smile. "A keepsake for you." "Thank you," I murmured, staring down at the paper. Sebastian moved before I could, reaching for my leather purse where it rested on the chair beside th







