Sleepless In His Bed, Pregnant By His Name

The club pulsed with vibrant energy, the bass reverberating through every inch of my body. I'd come out to forget, forget the endless bills, forget the silent apartment, forget the ex who vanished when I needed him most. But tonight wasn't about sadness. Tonight, it was about me, and for once, letting go.I caught his eyes from across the room, a tall, dark-haired stranger with a smirk that promised trouble. I laughed to myself; I hadn't felt this alive in ages. When he made his way to me, the world seemed to slow down. No names exchanged, just a charged glance and a reckless decision to disappear with him into the hotel upstairs.Our night was wild, raw and unfiltered, every touch and kiss electric. No promises, no plans. Just two strangers burning bright in the dark.Morning came too fast. I woke alone, the bed beside me empty. My phone buzzed with missed calls from Mia, but my mind was stuck on one thing: the stranger who left without a trace. I knew only his first name, Ethan.And

Four months in, and the tiny life growing inside me was already changing everything,vmy body, my mood swings, and the delicate balance I fought to keep between chasing my dreams and battling the relentless waves of morning sickness that didn't care what time it was.Fashion designing had become more than a passion, it was my lifeline. I'd taken on every small gig I could find: custom dresses for birthdays, alterations for bridal parties, even a few freelance designs for local boutiques. The pay wasn't glamorous, but each stitch brought me closer to my goal, and kept my mind off the growing list of worries.Mia was my constant. My sounding board. The only one who understood how much I needed this creative outlet,band how much I needed to vent when the pregnancy dragged me down. She'd come over most mornings with a steaming cup of tea and a fresh batch of encouragement."Alright, Ms. Future Fashion Icon," Mia teased, plopping down beside me as I hunched over my sketchpad, "How's the emp

The morning sun streamed through the small apartment window, casting warm light on Talia's cluttered workspace. She sat hunched over her sketches, sipping on lukewarm coffee, her growing belly making it harder to find a comfortable position."Mia, do you think anyone will actually come to this pop-up today?" Talia asked, nervously biting her lip.Mia bounced in place, full of excitement. "Of course! You've worked too hard not to have people show up. Besides, your designs are amazing, people will notice."Talia smiled, but the anxiety lingered. This wasn't just any event, it was her chance to prove herself in the fashion world, and maybe, just maybe, turn the tide on her life.---Unbeknownst to Talia, across town in a sleek, glass-walled office, Ethan Wolfe reviewed the event's schedule. He didn't plan to attend, but through his connections, he had discreetly invested in the pop-up, ensuring it showcased promising talent—namely, a certain pregnant designer he was desperate to find."M

The days seemed to stretch endlessly for Talia. Her belly had grown round and heavy, the twins kicking and shifting like they were eager to meet the world, but her body was protesting every movement. Morning sickness that had once been a fleeting visitor now lingered longer, waves of nausea rolling through her even in the late afternoons. Sleep was a stranger, replaced by restless tossing and waking to a thousand little aches."Mia, I swear, if one more person asks me if I'm carrying triplets, I might just scream," Talia groaned, sinking onto the worn couch in their tiny apartment. Her feet throbbed, swollen from standing too long during her recent fashion gig.Mia plopped down beside her with a sympathetic smile. "Well, you *are* making it look like a full-blown circus in there. Twins aren't easy, you know."Talia gave a bitter chuckle, rubbing her temple. "Easy would be too much to ask for. I feel like my body is revolting. And you know what the worst part is? I don't even have Etha

Ethan strode into the hospital, every step fueled by adrenaline and the fierce need to see Talia and the twins. But reality hit him hard, hospital protocols weren't bypassed by billionaire status. Nurses asked for IDs, insurance details, and proof of relationship to the mother and babies. He had none of these.Talia, in her room, exhausted and unaware that Ethan was already there, fought through contractions with Mia by her side. Meanwhile, Ethan navigated the red tape, frustration building as minutes ticked by. He couldn't just storm in; he had to play their game.He clenched his jaw, determined not to lose precious time. Finally, after what felt like an eternity, a nurse led him down the corridor toward Talia's room. Ethan's heart pounded , but Talia still had no idea he knew.Ethan's heart hammered as he strode into the hospital lobby, a cold sweat clinging to his palms despite the controlled calm he tried to project. He had no contact with Talia , no way to prepare her for his arr