LOGINEpilogue - Two Years LaterGrace's POVThe kitchen smelled like maple syrup and looked like a cyclone had swept through it.James had somehow managed to get pancake batter in his hair, which meant it was also all over his face and highchair, and the wall behind the highchair, and the side of Hunter's very expensive shirt. I had to put a hand over my mouth to stop from laughing out loud. Benson was watching his brother with the solemn, assessing expression he'd had since the moment he entered the world, already judging the structural integrity of everything around him. It often looked like he was raising his eyebrows at James's daredevil behavior. And Lily, our tiny, fierce, absolute dictator, was banging her cup on the tray with the enthusiasm of someone conducting an orchestra."James." Hunter's voice was patient in the way that only fathers of triplets ever learn to be. "That's not what we do with food."James blinked up at him, then picked up a piece of pancake from his plate and t
Hunter never left my side, his hand a constant anchor as contractions crashed through me with increasing force. My dad, Quinn and Maya had all been called, each all had insisted on being at the hospital even if they were not in the delivery room.Hunter's parents had already been on a flight back from London, their flight wasn't due for a few hours. They had wanted to enjoy a holiday abroad before the babies were born. Hunter could only leave a voice message for them, Hunter let me know all this in between contractions.Dr. Bates arrived, her calm presence immediately reassuring."Well, these three have decided they're ready to meet the world," she said after examining me. "You're progressing faster than even I expected. Seven centimeters already.""Is that bad?" Hunter asked, his concern evident."Not bad, just quick. But we're monitoring everyone, and so far, all three babies look strong." She patted my hand. "You're doing beautifully, Grace."The next hour blurred into a haze of pa
Grace's POVI woke with a sharp pain slicing across my back.For a moment, I lay frozen, waiting to see if it would happen again. Maybe it was just the way I'd slept. At 36 weeks with triplets, comfort was a distant memory for me now. The doctors had been amazed I'd made it this far without full bed rest. I'd had to give up working at 25 weeks.When nothing happened for several minutes, I carefully shifted, trying to find a more comfortable position without waking Hunter. His arm was draped protectively over me, his face peaceful in sleep. These quiet moments in the early morning had become precious to me. I often couldn't sleep now.Then after a few moments, it hit again, a tightening that started in my back and wrapped around to my abdomen. I sucked in a breath, my hand instinctively moving to my enormous belly."Okay, babies," I whispered. "Let's not rush things."I glanced at the clock: 4:37 AM. Too early to call Dr. Bates unless I was sure this really was labor. I needed to time
Grace's POVI blinked, trying to process this. "Guilty? But I thought she was going to fight it."Quinn nodded. "So did I. Her lawyer says she wants to avoid a trial. The DA's offering a deal, four years, possibility of parole after two.""What about the clinic doctors?" I asked."They're all cutting deals too. Your mother's testimony is sealing their fate." Quinn touched my arm gently. "You won't have to testify now."Relief washed through me, so intense I felt light-headed. No trial. No having to relive everything in a courtroom full of strangers. No media circus dissecting every detail of our lives."That's... good," I managed."Are you okay?" Quinn asked, studying my face.I nodded, surprised to find it was true. "I am. It's over, isn't it? Really over.""It is." She squeezed my hand. "You can look forward now. Those three babies and that husband who can't take his eyes off you. I'm so happy for you, Grace, if anyone in this life deserves happiness it's you."I looked across the r
Grace’s POVI straightened the tablecloth again and reached up to adjust the flowers sitting in the middle of the dining room table. Our family and friends would be arriving soon, and we would be sharing our news about the babies. I knew everyone would be happy for us. It felt right and good that every egg stolen from me would be given life.I felt Hunter's arms slide around my waist from behind as his kiss landed on my shoulder. "Grace, leave the poor flowers alone." I could hear the laughter in his voice. "It's just family and friends; we are not hosting the queen. If you turn your back on the flowers, they are not going to rearrange themselves. I promise.""I know. I'm just nervous," I admitted, leaning back against him. "I'm hoping everyone will be happy for us."Hunter rested his chin on the top of my head, his hands splayed protectively over my small baby bump. "They will be happy. We are just going to shock them all with our news."I smiled, covering his hands with mine. "Three
Grace's POVI woke before Hunter, the early morning light shining softly through our bedroom curtains. I'd been doing that a lot lately, waking before my alarm, my body already attuned to some internal schedule I hadn't consciously set. Today was the big day. Our sixteen-week ultrasound.I slipped out of bed quietly, heading to the bathroom where I studied my profile in the mirror. The change was unmistakable now. My formerly flat stomach had developed a definite curve, more pronounced than it should be at sixteen weeks. I ran my hand over the swell, marveling at how quickly things had changed."Good morning, babies," I whispered, a habit I'd fallen into over the past few weeks.Arms slid around me from behind, startling me. I hadn't heard Hunter get up."Talking to them already?" he murmured, his voice still rough with sleep as he pressed a kiss to my neck.I leaned back against his chest. "Just saying good morning. We get to see them again today."Hunter's hands joined mine on my be
Hunter’s POVChicago’s skyline was showcased outside the hotel suite window, city lights reflecting on Lake Michigan. I loosened my tie, watching Grace spread documents across the coffee table. She’d been keeping a careful distance since we arrived yesterday, speaking only about work. I wondered if
Helena’s POV Four Days Later“Congratulations, Mrs. Sinclair. You’re approximately six or seven weeks pregnant.”I kept my face blank while my stomach dropped like a fucking elevator with cut cables. This couldn’t be happening. Not now. Not to me.“Are you certain?” My voice stayed steady. Years o
Grace’s POVBy the time we pulled into the parking garage that morning, I’d made a silent vow to keep my mouth shut around Hunter Sinclair about his marriage.No more questions. No more concern. No more getting caught in the crossfire of whatever was going on in that marriage. I was just the assist
Grace’s POVMax’s apartment surprised me. No sleek bachelor pad—instead, warm colors, actual bookshelves, framed art that wasn’t just expensive for the sake of it. It felt like a home.I had accepted Max’s invitation. Helena was out tonight and Hunter was working late again. I hadn’t wanted dinner







