로그인EVE'S POV We left the hospital on a cloudy Thursday afternoon. Lily Grace was four days old, healthy, and loud enough to let the whole floor know when she was hungry. The nurses had given us a long list of instructions, and I kept rereading them in the car like they might disappear if I looked away too long. Damon drove carefully, both hands on the wheel, checking the rearview mirror every few seconds even though Lily was safely strapped in her car seat in the back. The penthouse looked the same when we walked in, but it felt different now. There was a baby carrier by the door, a stack of diapers on the coffee table, and the nursery door was open, showing the soft gray walls and the mobile with little stars that Damon had added. I carried Lily inside while Damon brought the bags. She was awake, blinking up at me with those dark eyes that still made my chest feel tight. “She’s really home,” I said, mostly to myself. Damon set the bags down and came over. He didn’t crowd me. He
EVE'S POV The hospital room felt calmer in the afternoon. The bright morning light had softened into a warmer glow coming through the window. I was sitting up in the bed now, propped against a few pillows, with our daughter sleeping peacefully on my chest. She was so small and warm, her tiny body rising and falling with each breath. Thirty-seven weeks and she was here, healthy, with a strong cry and a full head of dark hair that stuck up in every direction. I couldn’t stop looking at her. Every time she made a little sound or moved her hand, my heart did something funny in my chest. Damon was sitting in the chair right next to the bed. He hadn’t left the room much since she was born. His shirt was still wrinkled from sleeping in it, and he had dark circles under his eyes, but he looked calm. Focused. Like he was soaking in every second of this. He kept watching her with this soft, almost scared look on his face, like he couldn’t believe she was real. We hadn’t talked about her n
DAMON'S POV The delivery room felt both too bright and too small at the same time. Machines beeped steadily around us, nurses moved quickly but calmly, and the doctor kept giving quiet instructions. But all I could really focus on was Eve. She was exhausted, sweating, her face tight with pain and determination. Her hair was stuck to her forehead, and she gripped my hand so hard I could feel her nails digging into my skin. I didn’t mind. I would have let her break every bone in my hand if it helped her through this. “You’re almost there, Eve,” I whispered, wiping her forehead with a cool cloth again. “Just a few more pushes. I’m right here, I’ve got you.” She let out a raw, tired cry as another contraction hit. Her whole body tensed, and she pushed with everything she had left. I supported her back, talking her through it like we practiced. “That’s it, baby, you’re doing it. Our baby is coming, keep going. I love you so much.” The doctor’s voice cut through. “One more big push,
EVE'S POV I woke up slowly in the middle of the night, the kind of half-awake feeling where you’re not sure if you’re still dreaming or not. The guest room was dark and quiet, just the faint glow from the city lights outside the window cutting through the curtains. My hand went automatically to my belly like it always did these days. Thirty-seven weeks. The baby felt so low and heavy now, pressing down in a way that made every movement feel like work. I shifted a little in bed, trying to get comfortable, when the first real contraction hit. It wasn’t sharp at first. It started deep in my lower back, a slow, powerful tightening that spread around my middle like a wide belt pulling tighter and tighter. I sucked in a breath and pressed both hands against the firm, round curve of my belly. The baby moved inside me, kicking hard like it knew something was happening. I held my breath through the peak, then let it out slowly when the pressure finally started to ease. “Ow,” I whisper
EVE'S POV I stood in front of the mirror in the guest room, smoothing down the soft blue maternity dress I’d picked out. It was nothing fancy... just something comfortable that still made me feel pretty despite the huge belly that seemed to grow bigger every single day. Thirty-three weeks now, the baby was running out of room, and I was running out of patience with how heavy everything felt. But tonight wasn’t about the discomfort, tonight was about our first official “date.” Damon had asked me three days ago, all nervous and careful, like he was afraid I’d say no. Dinner at the penthouse. Nothing outside, nothing that would make me feel pressured. Just the two of us, trying to talk like normal people again, like we were getting to know each other for the first time. I was nervous. My hands wouldn’t stop shaking as I put on a little lip gloss and brushed my hair. Part of me remembered every time he chose Sophia’s side, every cold word, every moment I felt invisible in my own mar
DAMON'S POV The penthouse had started to feel like home again, but not in the way it used to. It was quieter now, more careful. Eve had been back for a little over two weeks, sleeping in the guest room while I stayed in the master. We moved around each other like two people learning a new dance... polite, respectful, but always aware of the invisible lines we weren’t supposed to cross. I made breakfast every morning and left it on the table with a short note. She thanked me. Sometimes we ate together. Sometimes she took it back to her room. It wasn’t perfect, but it was something, it was progress. Tonight we were out on the balcony after dinner. The city stretched out below us, lights twinkling like scattered stars. Eve had her feet propped up on the ottoman, one hand resting on her very round thirty-three-week belly. She looked tired but peaceful, the soft glow from the outdoor lights catching the curve of her cheek. My chest tightened just looking at her. God, I loved her. It w
The two weeks flew by faster than Eve expected.Jessica took her dress shopping even though the dress was already made. Said they needed the experience, the tradition of it. They tried on ridiculous gowns they'd never buy and drank champagne and laughed until Eve's sides hurt."This is what it shou
Three days of texts from Sophia. Three days of her playing the scared pregnant woman who just wanted to talk, who just wanted Damon to acknowledge what was happening.Finally Damon cracked."We need to confront her," he said. "Get this out in the open, demand the paternity test and end this.""She'
Day three and I was getting used to thiswaking up slow, no alarms, no rushing, just existing Damon was already awake, I could hear him outside on the deckI found him with coffee, looking at the ocean, not his phone, not his laptop, just the ocean“Morning,” I said“Morning.” He handed me a cup. “
We drove back to the city Sunday afternoonNeither of us wanted to leave but we couldn’t hide forever. The week had been good, better than good, we’d talked and laughed and had sex on every surface in that house and figured out we actually liked each other outside of all the chaosBut now the chaos







