LOGINGrace POV
“I… I don’t think that would be a good idea.” When was the last time I had been out with a man? I couldn’t think. My soul-destroying focus had been on Hunter a lot lately. “Why? Am I that repulsive? I mean, I’ll shower and shave, I promise.” Max looked at me with a fake pout before adding, “Look, it’s just dinner. You and me. One night. No expectations. If it sucks, you never have to go out with me again.” I didn’t know men did that. “I thought only girls did that.” I couldn’t help but laugh because Max was funny. But then reality set in. Getting involved with a man now, not just Max, but any man... seemed impossible. How would I explain that I might be carrying my sister’s baby? Was I really thinking about sex? It was just dinner. And after everything, didn’t I deserve something for myself? Just mine and not Helena’s? God, I sounded like a jealous cow. But I shook myself out of it and said, “Okay, you’re on. I’ll have dinner with you.” Max grinned at me, pleased with my reply. “Great. How about I pick you up at—” He didn’t get to finish because the lift shuddered, then jumped, flinging me into his arms again. He wrapped them around me tightly, keeping me from hitting the floor. “I’ve got you,” he reassured me. The elevator jerked again before smoothly continuing its ascent. I looked at the floor numbers ticking up until it reached the top floor. The doors slid open, and there was Hunter, standing with his arms crossed over his chest. His gaze locked onto me before shifting to Max’s arms, still wrapped around me. I hadn’t even realized I hadn’t moved away. I placed my hand on Max’s chest to push back, but he held tight, refusing to let go. Hunter’s eyes narrowed. “Max, can you let my secretary go, please?” Those were the first words out of his mouth. Not ‘Are you okay?’ “What if I don’t want to?” Max replied smoothly. Hunter’s jaw flexed, his teeth grinding. What was his problem? I then noticed we weren’t alone. My focus had been so locked onto Hunter that I hadn’t seen the two men in overalls standing beside him. One of them cleared his throat. “Uh, seems like a minor issue. It shouldn’t happen again.” I looked up at Max and spoke softly, only for him to hear. “Please let me go.” Max grinned down at me. “Anything for you, princess.” His arms slid away, but he didn’t step back, still standing close. Hunter turned to the two technicians as they packed up their tools. “This shouldn’t have happened in the first place. I want the service log checked to make sure nothing was missed in the last maintenance call. I don’t like the fact that we had two people stuck in the lift for so long.” There was a biting edge to his tone. “Yes, sir,” the older technician responded. I stepped off the lift, and Max followed, staying right by my side. The movement brought Hunter’s piercing gaze back to us, his eyes narrowing again. There was something there I couldn’t quite read. Max, completely unbothered, smirked as he leaned toward me. He was standing so close, I could feel the heat radiating from his body. “Don’t blame the rescue team. Grace and I were very comfortable.” I shot him a look, but Max only grinned. “So, what time should I pick you up tonight, Grace?” I felt my cheeks heat as all eyes turned to me. “Er, can we talk about that later?” I tilted my head toward the others, who were definitely listening. “Sure, princess,” Max teased, winking at me. I watched as the technicians picked up their things and left via the lift. I was starting to feel very uncomfortable. “Max, can you meet me in my office while I talk to my secretary?” Hunter said, emphasizing the word ‘my.’ I froze, every nerve in my body on high alert. Hunter’s mood didn’t make sense to me. And then, suddenly, it clicked. I could be carrying his and my sister’s baby. Hunter didn’t want anything interfering with his incubator. God forbid I have a life outside of what Helena and Hunter wanted. My mother, Margo, would agree with them. I frowned, remembering the conversation between Helena and Mum at the hospital. I placed a hand on Max’s arm. When he looked at me, I said, “Come see me before you leave, and we’ll work out the details for tonight.” He grinned, then did something I wasn’t expecting. Max leaned down and pressed a kiss to my cheek before walking off toward Hunter’s office. “Don’t be too long, Hunter. I haven’t got all day,” he called over his shoulder. We both watched him go, and only when he was out of sight did Hunter turn to me. He didn’t say anything at first, his eyes scanning my face. Then, noticing the staff nearby who might overhear, he grabbed my elbow and pulled me into the conference room, shutting the door behind us. I ignored the way my heart was thrumming from nerves, and from the way it felt to have him touch me. Hunter let me go as soon as the door closed, and I felt an odd sense of loss. He strode toward the long table that dominated the room, placing his hands on it and facing away from me. He looked like he was trying to collect himself. When he finally turned around, his expression was unreadable. “What is going on between you and Max?” I lifted an eyebrow at him. “I really don’t think that’s any of your business, Hunter.”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
I followed the guard through a maze of security checkpoints, Hunter behind me, Quinn in front. The stark fluorescent lights cast everything in a harsh glow, making the already sterile environment feel even more lifeless. I’d never been inside a detention facility before, had never imagined I’d be visiting my own mother in one. I had thought I didn’t need this… but I did.“Through here,” the officer said, stopping at a door marked Attorney–Client Room 3. “We’re making an exception for privacy since her lawyer requested it. Normally it would be through glass with other visitors present.”Quinn nodded. “We appreciate that. Thank you.”“I’ll be right outside,” he assured us, unlocking the door. “Just knock when you’re finished.”My heart hammered against my ribs as we stepped inside. The room was small, containing only a metal table bolted to the floor and four chairs. No windows. Just a single camera mounted in the corner. The light on it wasn’t blinking, so they weren’t recording. Also a







