LOGINGrace’s POV
Traffic was lighter than usual on the way back to the office, leaving me less time to dwell on the weight of everything. Once I arrived in the underground parking lot, I just sat in my car for a few minutes longer. I stared out the windshield at the elevator bank. Getting on one of those lifts would take me to my office, the last place I wanted to be. I could practically feel Hunter’s presence waiting for me upstairs. How was I supposed to face him, knowing his child could be inside me? The weight of it crushed me. Tears pricked at the corners of my eyes. Maybe I was the selfish bitch Mum had called me last night, but I wasn’t sure I had it in me to go through with this. Carrying a baby for nine months and handing it over like it meant nothing... The thought alone made my chest tighten. Even the psychologist had doubts about my emotional suitability for this. The main concern for the first psychologist was the legal requirement for a woman to have had her own child before becoming a surrogate. Which was hard when I was a virgin. Mum had replaced her. She made sure I was approved by the next one, someone who would sign the paperwork without asking too many questions. Just how many doctors did Helena and her mother bribe to get their way? I wasn’t sure if my physical tests had come back okay or if they had fudged them. Did Hunter know? Was he in on it, too? I hadn’t thought Helena was until I overheard them talking outside my hospital room. Hunter was determined to have a child. He was ruthless, used to getting what he wanted. Why wouldn’t he be okay with using my body to fulfill that desire? To use me as an incubator. Sighing deeply, I got out of the car. I couldn’t stay here forever, not with the chance someone would notice. Slinging my handbag over my shoulder, I walked toward the elevators and hit the button. A sound behind me made me turn slightly. A man in his mid-thirties was walking toward me, his shoes clicking on the polished floor. He had that same confident stride that Hunter had, men of power had that walk. He wasn’t hard on the eyes. His short, back-and-sides haircut, chiseled jawline, and deep-set blue eyes framed by dark brown brows matched his hair perfectly. He carried himself with effortless confidence, and there was something about his demeanor that caught my attention. Realizing I was staring, I quickly turned away, thankful when the elevator doors opened. I stepped inside, hit the button for the top floor, and moved to the back of the lift, leaning against the wall. The man followed, about to press the same button, until he noticed it was already lit. He gave me a polite smile and a nod before leaning against the side wall. I could feel his eyes on me. His presence was undeniable, but I didn’t know who he was. Given that he was headed to my floor, though, I assumed he must know Hunter. I returned a small smile, but turned my attention back to the flashing numbers as we ascended. Suddenly, the lift jolted, and I screamed, my body thrown sideways. The next thing I knew, strong arms were around me, keeping me upright. The lights flickered, then went out completely, leaving us in darkness. “Are you okay?” came a deep voice from above me. “I think so,” I managed, pushing against his chest. I wasn’t some weak woman who needed rescuing. “I’m fine. You can let go now.” “Sorry.” The red emergency light flickered on, casting an eerie glow over his face. He released me and stepped back to the control panel, pressing the alarm button. “It doesn’t look like it’s moving anytime soon.” “I can’t believe this,” I muttered, more to myself than to him. Just what I needed today. “Claustrophobic?” “No,” I replied, because I wasn’t. He smirked, shoving his hands into his pockets. “So, what’s the problem? Stuck in a lift with me too much to handle?” I rolled my eyes. “You have an inflated sense of importance, you know that?” The phone in the lift rang, making me jump. The man opened the small box below the control panel, lifting the receiver to his ear. “Yeah... it stopped… Emergency lights came on... There’s just two of us... Okay, thanks.” He hung up. “Did they give you an idea of how long we’ll be stuck here?” I asked, frustration creeping into my voice. He shook his head. “Only that they’ve sent a crew to fix it.” I pulled out my phone, checking for a signal. Of course, none. “Shit,” I muttered under my breath, shoving it back into my bag. I eyed the camera in the corner of the lift. Someone could inform Hunter we were in here. “Do you think we should try to get out ourselves?” I asked. “No. I think we should wait. Hopefully, it won’t be long,” he said, his voice calm. “Rest and don’t stress for a few days,” I muttered, echoing the doctor’s words from this morning. Yeah, right? “What was that?” he asked, curiosity in his voice. “Nothing,” I answered, a little embarrassed. “I talk to myself sometimes.” He chuckled softly, the sound low and warm. “I get it. Feels like you’re the only one who knows what’s going on sometimes, huh?” I smiled faintly. There was something oddly comforting about his presence. “I’m Grace, by the way. I work here.” I offered my hand, even though it felt strange after the way he had held me just moments ago. He took my hand with a firm, steady grip, his eyes meeting mine with an intensity that made my pulse quicken just a little. “Nice to meet you, Grace. I’m Max.” “Nice to meet you, Max.” The handshake lingered a moment longer than necessary. His grip was warm, reassuring. His eyes held mine, and for the first time in a long while, I felt seen. “I’m here visiting Hunter. We’ve known each other for years,” Max said after a beat, breaking the silence. “We went to university together.” I looked up at him in surprise. “Really? I didn’t meet you at the wedding.” “His wedding? No, I couldn’t make it.” He glanced at me, thoughtful. “I’ve met his wife, though.” The mention of Helena made me tense. “Before you say anything, I should let you know... Helena is my sister.” Max’s eyebrows lifted slightly, his lips curving into a knowing smile. “That must be tough, having your brother-in-law as your boss.” I swallowed hard. “It has its moments.” I forced a half-smile. “At least he can’t scream at me.” “I’m sure it’s more complicated than that,” he said quietly, his gaze searching mine. “But hey, I respect your professionalism.” “Thank you,” I murmured, trying to steer the conversation away from Helena. I loved my sister, but she had tunnel vision when she wanted something, often disregarding other people’s feelings. Like with this baby. “I don’t see the resemblance between you and Helena,” Max observed, studying me. “She’s... beautiful?” I offered. He smiled. “No, I was going to say flashy. Don’t get me wrong, she’s beautiful,” he eyed me taking in my face. “but I’m attracted to a more subtle beauty.” Heat flooded my cheeks. His words lingered, and for the first time in a long while, I felt... noticed. Max’s next words brought me back to the present. “I didn’t mean to embarrass you,” he said. “But I’d be an idiot not to say something while I have your undivided attention.” “You didn’t. I’m just not used to men...” I hesitated. “Helena has always been more social than me.” “That has no appeal for me.” He grinned. “In fact, will you have dinner with me tonight?”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







