로그인She studied me quietly for another mile, her gaze dropping to the dashboard before she narrowed her eyes slightly. “…You’re actually, terrifyingly serious about this.” “I wouldn't joke about our future, Dahlia. I wouldn't joke about anything involving you or this child.” Finally, she looked out of
“What do you think about moving in with me?” Smooth, Sebastian. Real smooth. Years of boardroom negotiations. Billion-dollar acquisitions. Hostile takeovers. And somehow I’d managed to sound like a complete idiot in the span of six words. She blinked, completely perplexed, staring at me with the
Dahlia must have felt the intensity of my gaze on her. She shifted in her seat, pulling her coat a little tighter around herself. "Are you going to stare at me like a drill sergeant the entire way back, Sebastian?" she asked. "You're acting like a helicopter parent and the baby isn't even out yet."
Sebastian 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







