로그인Kyra’s pov**Saturday morning arrived with golden sunlight and a charged kind of energy thrumming in the walls. It was the day. Zaire’s family was flying in. Celeste, Rome, and their mother. And this time, it wasn’t a casual visit. They were coming to meet me. I had woken up earlier than usual. I lay in bed for a few minutes, staring at the ceiling, one hand resting reverently on my belly. It was still early in the pregnancy, but I’d started to show just enough that my body reminded me daily that this was happening. I was becoming a mother. And the most astonishing, humbling truth was this: I wasn’t alone. From down the hall, I could already smell breakfast. Warm, buttery, and impossibly comforting. I slid out of bed, threw on a robe, and followed the scent like it was guiding me home. The house was alive. Zaire’s playlist was playing low on the speakers, the kitchen was bathed in morning light, and the chef was plating fluffy eggs, roasted potatoes, and warm biscuits that
Kyra’s pov***The mid-morning sun was warm and unwavering, casting golden rays over the backyard of Zaire’s estate. Birds chirped lazily in the trees, and the sound of water trickling from the edge of the infinity pool blended into the quiet hum of peace that seemed to settle over everything. I stepped out onto the patio in a soft, lilac swimsuit cover-up, my hair pulled into a high bun. I held a large tumbler of fruit-infused water, my sandals slapping gently against the stone as I moved toward the lounge chair. My pulse was already a little unsteady, and I hadn’t even seen him yet. Zaire was already out there. Shirt off, swim trunks low on his waist, reclined in one of the loungers with his sunglasses on and a small speaker playing low R&B in the background. He looked up as I approached, slowly removing his glasses. His gaze held on me. Not casual. Intentional. I slid the cover-up off and revealed a simple, elegant one-piece bathing suit pale mauve with thin straps, the fabr
Kyra’s pov The sun crept slowly through the floor-to-ceiling windows, soft golden light spilling into the living room. The once-dim room now held the warmth of morning, the sounds of birds outside stirring the stillness into something almost sacred. I blinked awake, my lashes fluttering as my eyes adjusted to the light. My head was still tucked under Zaire's chin, one arm curled against his chest, the other hand resting over my small bump like it belonged there. Like *I* belonged there. Zaire's breathing was slow and steady beneath me, his arm still wrapped protectively around my shoulders. His legs were tangled with mine, our bodies still locked in the same position we’d surrendered to hours ago. I didn’t move at first. Didn’t want to. There was a comfort in the way he held me, like I was safe to let my guard down in his space. My mind was still hazy from sleep, but the softness of the moment made my chest feel full. Heavy with something dangerous and sweet. Zaire stirred ju
Kyra’s pov***The evening had settled softly over the house, the hum of distant city sounds fading into a gentle hush. I sat cross-legged on the living room rug, flipping through a baby name book, my face thoughtful. The pages were starting to blur together. Amara. Elise. Nia. Nothing felt like *her* yet. I heard Zaire before I saw him. His footsteps were always quiet, but I’d gotten used to listening for them. He came down from his study, and the warmth of the moment pulled him closer. He settled down beside me without a word, letting the silence speak. It wasn’t awkward. It hadn’t been in a while. With him sitting there, shoulder almost touching mine, the house felt less big. Less empty. After a few pages, I looked up, catching his gaze. A small smile tugged at my lips. "You ever think about what kind of dad you want to be?" I asked quietly. Zaire paused, considering. I watched his face. He always got this look when I asked something real. Like he was actually th
Kyra’s pov*** After I had settled in for the evening, Zaire pulled out his phone and tapped open the video call app. His mom's smiling face popped up almost immediately, followed by Celeste's and Rome's, who were squeezing themselves together to fit on the screen. "Hey, y'all," Zaire greeted, grinning wide. I could hear the warmth in his voice from where I sat on the couch. It made me look up from my water bottle. "Zaire! We just saw the news. How's everything?" Mom asked, her eyes bright with concern and curiosity. "I'm good, Ma. Actually..." He took a deep breath, then looked over at me. I gave him a shy smile, suddenly feeling like I was on display. "We just had the scan today. And... we're having a girl." His mom's eyes filled with tears. "A daughter! That's wonderful news, baby." Celeste clapped excitedly. "Oh my God, a niece! I'm gonna spoil her rotten." Rome laughed, his grin contagious. "Well, looks like I gotta brush up on my baby rocking skills." Zaire chuckl
Kyra’s pov*** The drive to the new clinic was smooth, tucked behind tinted windows and winding through back roads that kept us far from the noise of reporters or city traffic. Zaire had hand-picked this location a discreet, high-end private facility on the outskirts of the city, where high-profile clients came for the utmost privacy and care. I glanced out the window, my hand resting lightly on my belly. "This place looks... expensive," I muttered. Zaire gave a low chuckle. "It is," he said simply, then glanced over at me. "But it's also safe. No press. No leaks. Just focus on the baby that's all that matters here." The car pulled into a secluded driveway lined with trees. A security guard greeted us, verified Zaire's name, and opened the gate without question. Inside, the clinic felt more like a luxury retreat than a medical facility. Soft jazz played in the background, and the walls were painted warm, calming colors. No nurses rushing. No waiting room full of people. Just







