LOGINRyanThe moment Amy and I walked through the door, all I saw was Liam. He was standing just near the door, still in his school clothes, eyes red and puffy, waiting. Like he was too worried about us not coming back to move away from the door.Something in my chest cracked open.Amy let go of my hand and crossed the room, running to him in three steps. She sank to her knees and pulled him into her arms. He grasped her so hard that she actually stumbled back a step. I caught her shoulder without thinking."It's okay, baby," she whispered in his ear, rocking him. "I'm here. We are right here." He was still crying. Small, quiet sobs that were somehow worse than loud ones. I turned to Jim. He saw my face and took a visible step back, gulping."You are fired," I said, my voice rising. "Caine will handle the formalities. You do not come back to this house, you do not show your face to me, or I swear to God—" I stopped, jaw clenched, because Liam was right behind me sobbing and I was barely
Amy"Amyyyyy!"I caught Liam with both arms as he came sprinting toward me, the biggest grin stretched across his face. I scooped him up and held him close, breathing him in. He smelled like crayons and sunshine and something faintly of the school cafeteria, and my heart did what it always did when he hugged me back. It simply melted."Hey, baby," I whispered, kissing the top of his head.He squirmed with excitement and shook a paper in my face. "See! I got an A-plus and a gold star on my test! Yay!"I took the paper from him and looked at it properly, the way he deserved, because my boy had worked hard for that star, and he knew I would notice. "Good job," I said, ruffling his hair. "I am so proud of you, baby."He immediately patted his hair back into place with great seriousness. "Ms. Perry said I only got it because I have been a good boy!"I laughed and held my hand up. He slapped it with full enthusiasm. A great high-five.The usual school pickup chaos was all around us in full
RyanI sighed and dropped into my chair, giving myself exactly one minute to breathe.Mark has been at the London office for a few days handling an audit, and as much as I would never say this out loud, it is harder to manage everything alone than I let on. I did send him a text saying Project Apex was going well, though. To which that idiot replied that he missed me too. I did not respond to that.Caine knocked and stepped in, breaking my train of thought. "Mr. Crawford, you have a twelve o'clock with the Almani project investors, followed by a one o'clock with the Project Apex team for the latest update." He cleared his throat. "Also, Ms. Chen called to remind you about the rainforest fundraiser gala on Saturday."I looked at him. "You know I don't attend those things. That's Mark's department."I stood and rubbed my forehead, trying to ease the tension that had taken up permanent residence there. I had been running on almost no sleep since the Apex deadline started closing in. Amy g
Amy The smile stretching across my lips had nothing on the Joker. I felt like I was walking on a cloud. The last few days had been nothing short of a miracle. The moment Ryan confessed his feelings, I realized I had been hiding mine all along. But no more hiding. Just us, embracing each other and our little family. It all feels too soon, too rushed, but also like it was always meant to be. We were meant to be. Since that day, everything has been better, brighter, and let's just say... more sexy. Every day with Ryan and Liam was beautiful, and I wanted them to stay that way for the rest of my life. "Amyyyyy," Liam whined, eyeing the glass of lactose-free smoothie I was holding, tilting his head. "Why aren't you listening to me? I called you sooooo many times. And why are you smiling like that?" "Aww, I am so sorry, honey," I replied, kissing the top of his head and handing him his smoothie. "Here you go. Now, what do we say?" He took a big gulp and said, "Thank you, Amy." I chuckl
Ryan With a frustrated huff, I grew more irritated as their stalling tactics became obvious. “Fuck this, just get us home. Liam is sleeping,” I bit out, my teeth clenched to prevent any further outbursts. “Ryan,” Amy’s voice was soft but firm, gently cradling the sleeping Liam in her lap. “Watch your language.” “Sorry,” I murmured, shooting a warning glance at my brother through the rear-view mirror. The scoundrel smirked. “Why the rush, oh mighty winner?” he taunted, prompting a chuckle from Mark. “Do you need a fu-ducking,” making a sorry face at a glaring Amy and then looking back at my stupid brother, “dissertation on why my child should not sleep in the back seat of your car?” I snapped. “Nah,” Mark chimed in, turning his attention back to Amy. “So beautiful, care to join me for dinner? I...” “Drive us home, or rest assured, I’ll provide your squeeze of the month with your home address, personal phone number, and a few choice tidbits she could use against you. And Caleb, do
Amy“Wake up, buddy,” I whispered in Liam’s ear, my fingers tracing gentle circles on his back. He grunted, sinking deeper into his blankets, and I smiled.“Come on, baby,” I coaxed, leaning closer. “We have to be at school today.”He stirred, his eyelids fluttering open reluctantly. “But it’s Saturday,” he whined, his voice still heavy with sleep.“But Mrs. Perry’s note says you have to be there,” I murmured, brushing a lock of unruly hair from his forehead.That got his attention. His eyes widened as he sat up, rubbing the sleep from them. “But I don’t… I can’t.”“Why not?” I asked, feigning innocence.“Because… because...” His lower lip jutted out in a pout, and he clutched his left leg dramatically. “My owie hurts.”I wanted to pull his cheek so hard. Suppressing a laugh, I mirrored his expression. “Oh, that’s bad,” I said, my voice dripping with mock concern. “I thought you, Daddy, and I could have some fun in the competition. But since your owie hurts, maybe we should cancel?”“W
Ryan“Okay, so we’ve resolved all these bugs?” I leaned forward, addressing my team with a hint of urgency in my voice. The beta phase of our project was nearing its end, and there was no room for error.“Yes, sir,” Mr. Martin confirmed, his brow glistening with a sheen of sweat. Most of the team, i
Ryan“Jesus fucking Christ,” I muttered, shutting the laptop with more force than needed. My anger flared up, aggravated by the untimely server update on my laptop.The intercom buzzed, and Caine’s voice came through cautiously, “Sir, Mr. Donovan wants to see you."“I don’t want to be disturbed,” I
AmySighing, I slumped to the ground, keeping a watchful eye on Liam. The park was alive with children's laughter, and Liam’s infectious smile added to the joy all around. He spotted me, waved enthusiastically, and sprinted in my direction.“Slow down, buddy,” I chided as he stood before me, panting
AmyHumming, I dressed in my comfy tan-colored drawstring pants with a white camisole and strappy sandals. I applied some lotion all over my body and began my minimal makeup routine.It’s been almost a month since I signed the permanent employee contract to be Liam’s nanny and tutor. When Mr. Crawfo







