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Chapter One: My Fiance Is Gay
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2026-06-19 21:52:04
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After midnight with him Chapter One Hundred Thirty-Five: One Big Family
Sophia’s POVThe house was loud in the best possible way.Late afternoon light stretched across the kitchen and into the open living room, where toys had already claimed corners that once held nothing but quiet order. One of the twins slept in a bassinet near the window. The other was awake in Damien’s arms, fist caught in the front of his shirt, staring up at him with the solemn focus of someone already prepared to run the place. He had been chairman for six months, and somehow the title had made him softer at home rather than harder. The company still answered to him. The evenings, more often than not, answered to this.I stood at the counter finishing the last of the plates while Eleanor moved around me with the ease of someone who no longer needed an invitation to belong here. Wyatt was on the floor with a scatter of soft blocks, narrating a story that made no sense and made both of us smile anyway. Outside on the terrace, Dante’s laugh carried through the open doors as he told Au
After midnight with him Chapter One Hundred Thirty-Four: Celebration
Sophia’s POVThe first full day after the birth arrived softly.I woke to the low sound of one of the twins fussing and the warmer sound of Damien’s voice answering before I could fully sit up. He was already at the clear bassinet with his sleeves rolled, talking to a tiny red-faced person as if negotiation were still an option. When he saw my eyes open he brought the baby to me without ceremony and settled on the edge of the bed while I found the right angle.“Eleanor’s downstairs,” he said. “She brought enough food to feed a floor of the hospital. My father is on his way. Austin has already threatened to clear the building if anyone from the press gets past the desk.”“They’re celebrating.”“They’re relieved.” He brushed a finger over the baby’s fist. “There’s a difference. Mostly.”By late morning the private recovery room had stopped looking clinical and started looking occupied. Eleanor arrived first, eyes wet the moment she saw the twins, arms full of bags she dropped without ca
After midnight with him Chapter One Hundred Thirty-Three: The Delivery
Sophia’s POVThe first real contraction hit in the hallway outside the bedroom.It wasn’t like the practice pains of the past week. This one climbed hard and deep and stayed long enough that I had to brace my hand against the wall and breathe through my teeth until it let go. When it finally eased, the quiet that followed felt temporary, like the house itself was waiting.Damien was at my side before I fully straightened.“How far apart?”“I don’t know yet.” My voice came out thinner than I wanted. “But that wasn’t nothing.”He didn’t ask if I was sure. He had been watching me too closely for days to need reassurance. Within minutes the bag was in his hand, the car was being brought around, and Eleanor was on the phone with that calm, fierce tone she reserved for true emergencies. I remember the cool night air on my face as he helped me into the back seat. I remember his hand locked around mine while the city lights slid past the window in long streaks.Halfway there a second contract
After midnight with him Chapter One Hundred Thirty-Two: The Final Vote
Sophia’s POVThe message about the emergency board session landed at 6:14 a.m.I was already awake. At this stage of the pregnancy sleep came in shallow pieces, and the baby had been restless since before dawn, pressing low enough that every shift of weight felt like a warning and a promise at the same time. Damien read the notice twice in silence, jaw tightening, then set the phone down and looked at me.“Vanessa forced the vote,” he said.I didn’t need the details explained. For weeks she had been working the edges of the board—quiet meetings, soft pressure, the same polite language Isabella had once used when she still thought she could carve me out of Damien’s life through procedure. Vanessa had taken the leftover knives and sharpened them. Stability. Optics. The appropriateness of a CEO whose personal life had become public spectacle. And underneath it, the real target: the idea that I belonged anywhere near the center of his world.“She wants me gone from every formal connection
After midnight with him Chapter One Hundred Thirty-One: The Message She Wasn’t Meant to See
Sophia’s POVI woke to the feeling that something in the room had already shifted.The bed was warm. Damien’s arm was still around me, heavy and familiar, but his breathing wasn’t the deep, even rhythm of real sleep. It was the controlled kind he used when he was awake and choosing not to move. Outside the windows the estate was still dark at the edges, the first thin light only beginning to touch the trees. For a few seconds I stayed still and let myself hope I was imagining it.Then I felt him carefully ease his arm away.He thought I was asleep. He always did when he tried to protect me from the smaller disturbances—the early calls, the messages he didn’t want coloring the first hour of my day. I kept my eyes closed and listened as he sat up, reached for the phone on the table, and unlocked it with the quiet precision of a man trying not to wake a pregnant wife.The screen lit the side of his face for only a moment.I saw enough.Unknown number. The same one he had turned facedow
After midnight with him Chapter One Hundred Thirty: Our Beginning
Damien’s POVThe house had the soft weight of a last evening about it.Tomorrow the ordinary machinery would start again—calls, schedules, the careful re-entry into a public life that had only temporarily agreed to leave us alone. Tonight the estate was still ours in the fuller sense. No staff in the main rooms. No early alarms set. Just the low light in the sitting room, the windows open to the cool air, and Sophia stretched along the sofa with her feet in my lap while the rest of the world waited somewhere past the gates.I ran my thumb along the side of her ankle without thinking about it.“You’re quiet,” she said.“I’m cataloguing.”“Cataloguing what?”“This.” I gestured loosely at the room, at her, at the unremarkable peace of it. “Before it gets diluted by meetings and other people’s urgency.”She smiled against the cushion. “You make going back to work sound like a weather event.”“It is. A predictable one. I’d rather be precise about what I’m leaving.”My hand settled over the
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