LOGINThe lawyer’s office was colder than Aira expected. Not physically, but in the way everything inside it felt structured, measured, and unyielding. There was no room for emotion here. No space for hesitation. Just facts, rights, and decisions that could not be undone once made. Aira sat across from her attorney, her posture straight despite the quiet tension running through her. The file in front of them was already open, Lucien’s name printed clearly at the top. It made everything feel more real. “Legally, his claim is valid,” her lawyer said calmly. “If paternity is confirmed—and from what you’ve said, it will be—he has the right to be involved in the child’s life.” Aira’s fingers tightened slightly in her lap, but her expression didn’t change. “I’m not denying that,” she replied. And she wasn’t. That was the part that made this harder. Lucien wasn’t wrong. He just didn’t get to control how this happened. “I want boundaries,” she continued, her voice steady now
Aira felt it before it happened. It wasn’t something she could explain logically, nor something she could point to as proof. It was a quiet, persistent tension that had followed her since the last time she saw Lucien. A shift in the air. In his tone. In the way he had started looking at her—not like someone reaching out, but like someone closing in. Lucien Carter was not a man who lingered in uncertainty. He acted. And now— He had. The call came just after noon, when the day was still calm enough to pretend everything was under control. “Miss Bennett, we’ve received a legal notice addressed to you.” Aira stilled where she stood, her fingers tightening slightly around the edge of the table. For a second, she didn’t respond. She didn’t need to ask who it was from. She already knew. “From Lucien Carter,” the voice continued when she remained silent. Of course. Her chest tightened, but her expression didn’t change. She forced herself to breathe normally, to stay
Aira didn’t go home immediately. She drove without direction, her mind too crowded to settle on anything clear. The city moved around her in a blur of lights and distant sounds, but she barely registered any of it. Selene’s face lingered. Not the smile. Not the words. The hand. The way it had rested so naturally against her stomach, subtle but intentional. Pregnant. Aira tightened her grip on the steering wheel, her breath steady but shallow. It shouldn’t have mattered. Lucien had moved on. That was expected. Normal, even. But standing there, in that office again, seeing them in the same space—it had felt like
Aira didn’t sleep that night. Not because she couldn’t, but because every time she closed her eyes, the same image formed without permission—Lucien standing across from her, composed, unyielding, turning something deeply personal into something legal. By morning, the decision had already settled in her chest. If Lucien wanted to make this a battle— Then she would meet him there. But on her terms. The building looked exactly as she remembered. Tall, polished, intimidating in a quiet, deliberate way. Nothing about it had changed, and somehow that only made her more aware of how much she had. Aira stepped out of the elevator, her posture straight, her expression calm. She didn’t wait at the reception desk. She didn’t he
Lucien did not return to Aira’s apartment the next day. He didn’t call either. And somehow, that silence unsettled her more than his presence had. Aira felt it the moment she woke up—the quiet, calculated stillness that always came before something shifted. Lucien Carter was not impulsive. If anything, he was deliberate to a fault. Showing up unannounced had been a reaction. What came after would be intention. That was what made it dangerous. She went through her morning slowly, more aware than usual. Zayn sat at the table, happily talking about something that had happened at daycare, his small hands moving animatedly as he spoke. Aira smiled, nodded, responded when she needed to, but her mind kept drifting. There was a weight she couldn’t ignore. 
Aira didn’t sleep much that night. It wasn’t fear that kept her awake. It was awareness—the kind that settled quietly in her chest and refused to loosen its hold. Things had shifted, and no matter how still the apartment felt, she could sense it. Lucien had seen Zayn. There was no undoing that. She lay on the couch with a blanket pulled loosely over her, her gaze fixed on the faint glow spilling from the hallway. Zayn’s nightlight cast a soft, steady warmth against the wall, and she focused on it, grounding herself in something constant. That was what mattered. That was what she had built. Everything else—Lucien, the past, the tension slowly creeping back into her life—was secondary. Or at least, that was







