LOGINSophiaâs POVIt had been two month since the baby shower, a month since Leonard slipped that ring on my finger again under the stars and made me feel like the happiest woman alive. Life in the Morano mansion had changed since then. The house no longer felt like a cageâit felt like a home. The staff, Grace especially, treated me less like the masterâs wife and more like family. And Leonard⊠Leonard had softened in ways I never thought possible.But today, none of that mattered.Today, my hormones were driving me crazy.âLeonard,â I said, dragging out his name like a child begging for candy as I chased him around the room. My swollen belly made me slower than usual, but determination gave me speed. âStop running from me.âHe chuckled, dodging my attempt to grab his arm. He still had that smug, playful smirk that drove me insane. âSophia, I told you. Let me finish this first. These documents wonât sign themselves.â He waved a folder in his hand as he tried to stay out of my reach. âYouâl
Sophiaâs POVLeonardâs hand was warm against mine as he guided me up the narrow stairs. I could hear faint music drifting upward, and the cool night air brushed against my face as the door opened. When I stepped out onto the rooftop, I froze.Soft golden lights hung in perfect rows, swaying gently in the night breeze. Candles flickered on every corner, casting a warm glow that made the rooftop look like something out of a dream. White and silver ribbons danced in the air, tied to pillars, and in the middle stood a small table with a bouquet of roses.I gasped, my hand instinctively covering my mouth. âLeonard⊠this is⊠this is beautiful. You really⊠you really did all this?âHe smiled, his deep voice warm. âFor you. And for our baby.âMy eyes blurred with sudden tears. I turned toward him, my heart tightening. âYou already gave me a surprise with the baby shower earlier, and now this rooftop⊠Leonard, you really spent a lot of time and effort. You didnât have toâââI wanted to.â He st
Sophiaâs POVâCareful, madam⊠just a few more steps.â Graceâs gentle voice guided me as I felt her hand steadying my arm.My eyes were still covered with the blindfold she had stubbornly tied earlier. I had been asking questions non-stop, but no one was answering me directly. The soft shuffling of feet around me told me there were othersâprobably the maids, helping guide me.âGrace, at least tell me where weâre going. This is unfair,â I complained, my hands instinctively moving over my growing belly.She giggled mischievously. âIf I tell you, it wonât be a surprise anymore. Just be patient, ma. Youâll love it.âI sighed, puffing my cheeks. âI donât like surprises.ââYes, you do,â Grace teased, tightening her grip as I slowly descended the stairs. âYou just like to act like you donât.ââGraceâŠâ I dragged her name in protest.âAlmost there,â she whispered in excitement.The air around us shifted the moment we reached the last step. I could hear faint murmurs, the shuffling of many feet,
Sophiaâs POV"How are you feeling?" Dr. Asher asked as he checked my pulse, his voice calm, steady, and professional. His fingers were warm against my wrist, pressing gently as if he could read not only the rhythm of my heart but the weight of my emotions."I'm fine," I replied softly, my voice low but steady.He tilted his head slightly, his eyes narrowing in quiet assessment. "Are you feeding well? Taking care of yourself? And the child in your womb?"I managed a small smile. "Yes, doctor. Iâm eating fine and resting as much as I can."He nodded, though his expression showed he wasnât entirely convinced. "Thatâs good. But listen carefully, Sophia," he said, lowering his voice as if his words carried a heavier truth. "Donât stress yourself too much. Your health and the babyâs health depend on it. Always eat on time, donât skip meals, and make sure to take your supplements.""I will," I assured him, though a lump had begun to form in my throat.The room was quiet, too quiet, except fo
Sophia's POV âOne month feels like one year,â I whispered under my breath as the car slowed to a stop before the towering gates of the De Luca mansion.The sight of the mansion, with its tall windows glowing warmly against the late evening sky, stirred emotions in me I wasnât prepared forârelief, nervousness, longing, and above all, guilt.Leonard switched off the engine and stepped out. I reached for the boot, wanting to help with our luggage, but his hand immediately closed over mine.âDonât touch that, Sophia,â he said, his voice low but firm.I looked up at him, startled. âI was only trying to helpâââNo,â he interrupted, his eyes holding mine with an intensity that made me shrink back slightly. âYou shouldnât be carrying anything. You should be taking care of yourself and the baby.â His hand brushed briefly against my stomach before he pulled it away, the motion sharp and guarded.My lips parted, but no words came out. His tone was concerned, yet beneath it I still felt the shar
âAaaghâŠâ Loganâs moan slipped from his lips as Massimoâs mouth wrapped around him, warm and eager. His back arched slightly, muscles tightening while his fingers tangled in the sheets.Massimoâs movements were unhurried, his tongue working with deliberate patience, tasting every inch of him. He wasnât rushing, wasnât devouringâhe was savoring. It was the kind of tenderness that burned deeper than raw hunger.âMassimoâŠâ Loganâs voice cracked, his breath hitching. His hand reached down, resting on Massimoâs dark hair, not guiding but holding, as if to keep him there forever.Massimo released him slowly, lifting his head to meet Loganâs gaze. His lips glistened, his eyes burning with desire yet softened by something deeper.âYou sound beautiful,â Massimo murmured, his voice low, husky with heat.Logan flushed, his chest rising and falling rapidly. âDonât stop.âMassimo smiled faintly and kissed his thigh before moving up, his mouth tracing a path over Loganâs stomach, his chest, until th







