LOGINInside, Blair sat on the sofa, her hand resting on her slight belly, while Roman stood nearby deep in conversation with Luca. Two-year-old Olivia was showing off her drawings to anyone who would look."Aunt Keira!" Olivia shouted, abandoning her colouring-in to run across the room. Keira bent down,
Olivia, growing restless, wiggled off Blair’s lap. “Can I go play with my blocks?”“Yes, but stay in the playroom,” Roman told her. “I’ll be there in a minute.”As Olivia skipped off, Roman pulled Blair to her feet and into his arms. “You look tired. You should have let me bring someone in to handle
“Mama! Look!”Blair looked up from her laptop to see her two-year-old daughter, Olivia, proudly showing off a crayon drawing that was mostly colorful scribbles.“That’s beautiful, sweetheart,” Blair said, genuinely impressed with the artwork of her toddler. “Is that our family?”Olivia nodded madly,
"Is that what you think?" Niko's voice was dangerously quiet. "That your only value is as a... what? A royal broodmare?""It's the reality of our position," she insisted. "The Wystovian crown needs an heir. You need an heir. And I can't—" Her voice broke.Niko crossed the distance between them in th
"I'm trying to protect him—""From what? From having a choice?" Keira's voice grew stronger. "You're deciding what's best for Niko without asking him what he wants. That's not protection, that's control."Amelia stared at her, startled by the blunt assessment."Look, I get it. The pressure is overwh
Amelia shook her head, the weight of her failure pressing down on her. "The doctors say there's nothing wrong with Niko, which means the problem lies with me. I'm considering stepping aside, letting him divorce me so he can marry someone who can actually give him an heir." She glanced at Keira, sudd
His eyes followed the movement of her hands. "It was worth the wait."Heat crept up her neck. "Don't start.""I'm merely stating a fact." His voice had dropped lower. "You clean up well, Warner.""So do you," she admitted, because it would be absurd to pretend otherwise. He looked absolutely devasta
Luca helped her out of the car later that afternoon. His hand steady at her lower back as they made their way up the front steps. He could see she was still tired and clearly still in pain. The doctor had told them Sutton could be in pain for at least another month—not only from giving birth to Mile
Saturday lunch with her sisters was supposed to be her chance to catch up with her older sisters and have baby cuddles from Miles. Since Sutton and Blair had both married and started to grow their family, they hadn't been as available as before. She was happy for them, but it made her realize that h
Sutton giggled and then said in her big sister voice, "If you are not happy, get out now."Baby Miles let out a fart so loud it made the table pause.“Preach,” Keira muttered.Despite everything, the non-stop texts, the pressure, the stress, Keira felt her shoulders soften. This was her anchor. Her







