Se connecterDAMIEN'S POVThree weeks after Lily was born, Emma filed for expanded visitation rights with Nathan.My lawyer called on a Tuesday morning while I was at Olivia's apartment for the scheduled visit. I stepped into the hallway to take it."She's claiming the current arrangement limits Nathan's connection to his maternal family," my lawyer said. "She wants biweekly overnight visits starting at six weeks.""He's four weeks old.""I know. The filing is aggressive and unlikely to succeed at this stage. But she's establishing a paper trail.""Counter it. Full opposition. Nathan is four weeks old and overnights at this stage are medically inadvisable. Get a pediatric statement from his doctor.""Already on it. But Damien, she'll keep filing. This isn't going away."I knew that. Emma was methodical. She'd been building toward something since Catherine died and Nathan's existence gave her a permanent foothold. I'd underestimated how far she'd take it."Keep me updated," I said and went back ins
OLIVIA'S POVI came home on a Thursday.Grace had the apartment ready. Clean sheets, the refrigerator stocked with things I could eat one-handed, the nursery nightlight on. She stood in the doorway while I carried Lily in and didn't say anything sentimental, which was exactly right.I stood in the middle of my living room with my daughter in my arms and felt the particular quiet of a life that had changed while I wasn't looking."I'll be down the hall," Grace said. "Shout if you need me.""I'm fine.""You've said that in approximately every difficult situation I've witnessed. Shout anyway."She left.I stood there for another moment. Then I took Lily to the nursery and set her in the crib she was too small for yet and stood over her in the yellow light.She slept like she had no concerns.I wished I had that.**************Damien came the next morning with Ethan.I'd told him ten o'clock. They arrived at ten exactly, which I expected from Damien and was surprised to find was also Eth
DAMIEN'S POVI stayed until seven.Grace woke at six, assessed the room with the efficiency of someone who'd raised three children, declared Olivia needed real food and went to find the hospital cafeteria. The midwife cycled in and out. A pediatric nurse came to check Lily's vitals and declared everything excellent with the cheerful certainty of someone who loved their job.Olivia was exhausted in a way that was different from tired. Deep and cellular. She held Lily through most of it, only handing her to nurses when required, and watched everything happening in the room with the careful attention of someone cataloguing it.At six thirty she looked at me. "You should go home. Ethan will be up soon.""Mrs. Patterson is there.""Still. He'll want to see you."She was right and she knew I knew it. I stood and looked at Lily in her arms. Dark hair, fists unclenched now, sleeping with the absolute commitment of someone who had no concerns whatsoever."I'll come back this afternoon," I said
OLIVIA'S POVLabor started at eleven forty-seven PM on a Tuesday.Not the practice contractions. The real ones. I knew the difference immediately, the way every nurse who'd ever coached a mother through it said you would. A different quality of pain. Purposeful. Insistent.I breathed through the first one and looked at the clock.The second came eight minutes later.I called Grace first, purely instinctively, then remembered what she'd said about practice and picked up the phone again.Damien answered before the second ring. "Olivia.""It's real this time."A beat. "How far apart.""Eight minutes. Just started.""I'm leaving now. Call your midwife. I'll meet you at the hospital.""Damien—""Midwife first. Then pack what you need. I'll be there in twenty minutes."He hung up.I called my midwife, who told me to come in when contractions hit five minutes apart. I had time. I moved through the apartment slowly, gathering the bag I'd packed two weeks ago, checking things I'd already check
DAMIEN'S POVTwo weeks before the due date, Emma called.I let it go to voicemail. She called again. I let that go too. The third time I picked up because ignoring it wasn't making it stop."I want to see Nathan," she said."You can arrange a visit through my lawyer.""Damien. He's Catherine's son. I'm his aunt.""You're his biological aunt. The terms of the surrogacy agreement outline your visitation rights. Use them."A pause. The kind that meant she was recalibrating. "I heard Olivia is still in New York.""That's not your concern.""She's having your baby in two weeks. That affects Nathan. That affects this family.""Emma." I kept my voice flat. "Olivia and Lily are not your concern. Nathan's scheduled visitation is outlined in the agreement. Anything beyond that goes through lawyers. Don't call this number again about Olivia."I hung up.James called ten minutes later, which meant Emma had called him first, which meant she was building something. I'd seen her do it before, workin
OLIVIA'S POVThree weeks before my due date, the braxton hicks contractions started.I knew what they were. I'd coached enough pregnant mothers through them as a nurse to recognize the difference between practice and the real thing. But knowing something clinically and experiencing it at two in the morning alone in an apartment was different.I breathed through it and didn't call anyone.The second one came twenty minutes later and I sat up and turned on the lamp and looked at the nursery door across the hall. Yellow light under the gap where the nightlight was on. Everything is ready and waiting.I thought about calling Damien.I didn't. Not because of the boundaries, not this time, but because I needed to sit with it alone for a moment. The last weeks of this pregnancy were mine. The fear and the anticipation and the two AM contractions that meant nothing yet. I'd carried this alone for long enough that some part of me needed to finish it the same way.That was what I told myself.T
DAMIEN'S POVMarcus sent the birth certificate conditions on a Wednesday.My lawyer called them aggressive. I called them reasonable and signed without amendments. If Damien Ross wanted to be listed as the father of Lily Chen, he would agree to a minimum of forty contact hours per month once Lily t
OLIVIA'S POVThe eighteen week appointment fell on a Monday. I'd been awake since five. Not anxiety exactly, more like anticipation with nowhere to put itself. The baby had been active all weekend, long rolling movements that Grace said meant a strong personality, which she delivered like a warning
DAMIEN'S POVDana called at six in the morning and I drove to the hospital alone. James offered to come. I told him no. Victoria offered. I told her no. This was something I needed to do without an audience.He was small and pink and furious about being in the world, which made me smile for the fir
OLIVIA'S POVEthan stood on the stairs. He'd known for four days. I'd told him myself, sitting on the edge of his bed after school, keeping it simple. I was moving to my own apartment but staying in New York. I would see him. That part wasn't changing.He nodded like he was processing a forecast. T







