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Chapter 92: Introducing Grace

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Grace Elizabeth Wolfe weighs seven pounds, two ounces, and already owns her father's heart completely.

I watch Killian stare at our daughter with the same intensity he once brought to hostile takeovers and international negotiations. But instead of analyzing weaknesses or calculating advantages, he's memorizing the curve of her tiny nose and the way her fingers curl around his thumb.

“She's breathing okay, right?” he asks for the fifth time in ten minutes.

“She's perfect,” Dr. Martinez assures him again, checking Grace's vitals with practiced efficiency. “Heart rate excellent, reflexes strong, color beautiful. Everything is exactly as it should be.”

“When can we take her home?”

“Tomorrow afternoon, assuming no complications. Standard twenty-four hour observation for first-time mothers.”

Killian nods, already mentally preparing for whatever protocols are required to transport our daughter safely from hospital to penthouse.

“I should call people,” I say, though I'm reluctant to let anyo
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    The nursery feels sacred as we carry Grace across the threshold for the first time.Killian holds her like she's made of spun glass while I trail behind, still moving carefully after yesterday's marathon labor. The room looks exactly as we planned—soft cream walls, elegant furniture, and enough security equipment to protect a small nation's leader.“Temperature is perfect,” Killian announces, checking the digital readout on the climate control system. “Humidity levels are optimal. Air filtration running smoothly.”“She's not a hothouse flower Killian.”“She's our daughter. Same thing.”Grace sleeps peacefully through her father's environmental monitoring, apparently unbothered by the transition from hospital to home. I settle into the rocking chair while Killian performs what I'm starting to recognize as his security sweep—checking camera angles, testing motion sensors, ensuring everything functions according to his specifications.“The crib placement is wrong,” he says suddenly.“Wro

  • Claiming Emery    Chapter 92: Introducing Grace

    Grace Elizabeth Wolfe weighs seven pounds, two ounces, and already owns her father's heart completely.I watch Killian stare at our daughter with the same intensity he once brought to hostile takeovers and international negotiations. But instead of analyzing weaknesses or calculating advantages, he's memorizing the curve of her tiny nose and the way her fingers curl around his thumb.“She's breathing okay, right?” he asks for the fifth time in ten minutes.“She's perfect,” Dr. Martinez assures him again, checking Grace's vitals with practiced efficiency. “Heart rate excellent, reflexes strong, color beautiful. Everything is exactly as it should be.”“When can we take her home?”“Tomorrow afternoon, assuming no complications. Standard twenty-four hour observation for first-time mothers.”Killian nods, already mentally preparing for whatever protocols are required to transport our daughter safely from hospital to penthouse.“I should call people,” I say, though I'm reluctant to let anyo

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    The contractions start at 3 AM, and Killian goes into full CEO mode.“It’s time them,” he says, already reaching for his phone and the stopwatch app he downloaded weeks ago. “Duration, intensity, frequency.”“They just started,” I tell him, gripping the edge of our bed as the first real contraction tightens across my belly. “We have time.”“We need data to make informed decisions.”“We need to wait and see if this is real labor or false alarm.”But even as I say it, another contraction begins, stronger than the first, unmistakably different from the practice ones I have been having for weeks.“That's eight minutes apart,” Killian announces, making notes on his phone. “Duration approximately forty-five seconds.”“You are timing my contractions?”“I'm gathering information for medical professionals.”“Killian, thousands of women give birth every day without their husbands creating spreadsheets.”“Those women aren't married to me.”By 5 AM, the contractions are coming every five minutes,

  • Claiming Emery    Chapter 90: Final Preparations

    Thirty-six weeks pregnant, and every day feels like borrowed time.I stand in our bedroom doorway watching Killian repack the hospital bag for the third time this week. He pulls everything out, checks items against his list, then methodically places each piece back according to some system only he understands.“The comfort items are in the wrong compartment,” he says, moving my favorite pillow from the main section to a side pocket.“There's a wrong compartment for pillows?”“Everything needs to be accessible in order of priority. Medical documents first, then comfort items, then baby supplies.”“What if I want the pillow before the medical documents?”He pauses, considering this possibility like it might require restructuring his entire organizational system.“I will add a quick-access section.”“Or we could just accept that labor might be unpredictable.”“Labor will be managed and controlled like everything else that matters to our family.”I watch him add another set of newborn clo

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    The penthouse overflows with gifts, flowers, and women celebrating new life.I stand in the doorway watching thirty-eight powerful, successful, brilliant women transform our home into something that looks like a fairy tale crossed with a bookstore. Literary quotes hang from the ceiling, flower arrangements spell out words like “DREAM” and “HOPE,” and every surface holds wrapped packages in soft pastels.“Em, you look stunning,” says Minister Chen from the UK delegation, kissing my cheek. “Pregnancy glow is real.”“Pregnancy exhaustion is also real,” I laugh, accepting her hug carefully around my growing bump.“When are you due again?”“April. Spring baby.”“Perfect timing. She will arrive when the world is coming back to life.”I move through the crowd, marveling at the guest list Sophia, Mel, and Sarah assembled. Foundation staff, government officials, fellow advocates, business leaders, and women whose lives have intersected with ours over the years of building something meaningful.

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    The nursery designer looks overwhelmed as Killian adds another security feature to the plans.“Sir, bulletproof windows might be excessive for a baby's room,” she says carefully, watching him mark camera angles on architectural drawings.“Nothing is excessive when it comes to my daughter's safety,” Killian replies without looking up from the blueprints.I shift uncomfortably in the chair they have brought for me—twenty-eight weeks pregnant means sitting anywhere for long becomes an exercise in finding positions that don't make everything ache.“The windows are fine as they are,” I say firmly. “She needs natural light, not a bunker.”“She needs protection.”“She needs a nursery that feels like love, not a fortress.”The designer, Rebecca, glances between us like she's watching a tennis match with very high stakes.“Perhaps we could find a middle ground?” she suggests. “High-quality security glass that's still transparent? Hidden cameras that don't dominate the aesthetic?”Killian consi

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