Louis’ POVI kissed Oliver one more time before leaving the nursery, the scent of baby powder and his soft breathing still clinging to me like a second skin. He was perfect, my son, this tiny bundle of warmth and life that had arrived in the middle of my personal storm. The nanny smiled as I handed
I adjusted Oliver in my arms and turned toward my grandfather, who was swirling the last of his scotch in a glass like it contained the answers to every family secret. He stood near the window, the evening dark beyond him, framed by velvet curtains like a portrait come to life. My father was lingeri
Maya’s POVI had never dressed Oliver in a little suit before, but something about tonight made me want to. Maybe it was the way the golden buttons matched his sleepy hazel eyes, or maybe it was the symbolism, the pride that boiled in my chest every time I looked at him and remembered that I had mad
Louis’ POVI kissed Maya softly on the temple as she leaned back against the cushions, baby Oliver cradled to her chest, his fingers curled tight around her shirt. She looked… peaceful, and for the first time in days, I saw a flicker of the old Maya, the one who could command a room and melt a man w
When the door opened, it was Louis who answered, holding Oliver, who had his tiny fist wrapped around one of Louis’ shirt buttons like he owned the man. My grandson blinked at me, sleepy, round-cheeked, and every bit as precious as I remembered.“Charles,” Louis said, eyebrows raised. “This is a sur
Charles’ POVThe numbers weren’t adding up.Again.I stared at the quarterly forecast, watching the projections slide further into the red every time Damian’s so-called “innovative” outreach plans were added to the spreadsheet. Another department head hired. Another social media consultant. Another