LOGIN[A CAFÉ - 12:30 PM]The café had outdoor seating along one side of it and Vincent had taken a table at the far end where the foot traffic from the entrance did not reach and where he could see the door clearly from where he was sitting.He had been here for twenty minutes.His iced coffee was half gone and the condensation from the glass had made a ring on the paper placemat. He had been looking at the door since he sat down. Grayson was ten minutes late and had not sent a message.Vincent checked the time again. Eleven minutes now.He ran his thumb along the outside of the glass and looked at the door.Getting Grayson to agree to this meeting had taken more effort than most things Vincent had put effort into in recent memory. He had gone through Lucas first because going directly to Grayson's personal number felt like the kind of move that would produce an immediate no. Lucas had been professionally noncommittal in the way of someone very good at their job and had passed the request
[WENDY'S APARTMENT - 10:52 AM]The pancake was the last one.Wendy tilted the pan and watched it slide onto the plate and she reached for the honey and drizzled it in slow deliberate circles across the top, the amber of it catching the morning light coming through the kitchen window. The apartment smelled like butter and coffee and the particular warmth of a kitchen that had been doing something good in it for the past forty minutes.She set the pan in the sink and picked up her plate and her coffee and carried both to the small table by the window and sat down.Her phone was beside the plate. Shayla's name was still on the screen from the call that had ended twenty minutes ago, the contact sitting there with the timestamp under it. Wendy looked at it for a moment before she turned the phone face down and picked up her fork.A girl.Baby Madonna Cross. Born the previous night, healthy and loud and looking exactly like her mother according to Shayla who had said this three times during
Angel and Ayven were sharing one of the big beds. Angel had wanted to sleep near her brother. She wanted to be close to him after so many months apart.She was already asleep now. Curled up on her side. Facing Ayven. One hand tucked under her cheek. Breathing soft and even. Her glasses were on the nightstand beside the bed.Ayven was lying on his back. Sleeping soundly after so much exhaustion.Grayson and Shayla were in the other bed. Lying close together. Baby Madonna was in her bassinet right beside them. Close enough that Shayla could reach over and check on her.The room was dim now. Just one small lamp on in the corner. Providing enough light to see but not enough to keep anyone awake. Soft and gentle.Shayla turned on her side to face Grayson."How are you doing?" she asked softly. Keeping her voice low so she would not wake the kids or the baby. "Honestly. Really truly. How are you feeling about everything that has happened?"Grayson was quiet for a long moment. Just lay there
Ayven and Angel both yelled her name at exactly the same time. Their voices overlapping. Creating a stereo effect.They both jumped off their respective beds. Moved fast. Ran toward Ruby with their arms outstretched."Careful! Gentle!" Ricardo called out immediately. His voice sharp with worry. "She is very pregnant! Do not knock her over! Be gentle!"But the kids were already crashing into Ruby. Wrapping their arms around her. Hugging her as gently as excited children could manage. Which honestly was not very gentle at all.Ruby's arms came around both of them. Pulled them close.And immediately burst into tears. Just started sobbing. Her whole face crumpled up. Tears streamed down her cheeks rapidly. Creating wet tracks through her makeup."My dynamic duo is awake!" she said through her sobs. Her voice was thick and choked. "Oh my God! I cannot believe it! This is the best day ever!"She was crying and laughing simultaneously. Making those weird hiccupping sounds that come from tryi
The hospital had moved them all to a bigger suite. Much bigger. Grayson had insisted.He had not even asked how much it would cost. Had just signed whatever papers they put in front of him. Handed over his black card. Told them to make it happen immediately.This was not a regular hospital room anymore. This was luxury accommodation that happened to be inside a medical facility.Two massive beds dominated the space. Not hospital beds with rails and thin mattresses. These were king-sized beds with premium mattresses and soft expensive linens. The kind of beds you would find in a five-star hotel. White sheets. Fluffy pillows. Comfortable and inviting.A full sitting area took up one corner. Leather couches. Matching chairs. A coffee table. Everything arranged like someone's living room.The bathroom was enormous. Walk-in shower with multiple shower heads. Deep soaking tub. Double vanity. Marble countertops. Heated floors.There was even a kitchenette along one wall. Mini fridge. Microwa
[SHAYLA'S RECOVERY ROOM] They made their way slowly down the hallway. Grayson on one side of Ayven. Angel on the other. Ready to catch him if he stumbled. If his legs gave out. But Ayven kept walking. Determined. Refusing to show weakness. They got to Shayla's room. The door was closed. Grayson opened it. Let Ayven walk in first. Ayven's eyes immediately went to the bed. To Shayla lying there. Tired but smiling. "Momma!" He did not walk. He ran. Forgot about his weak legs. Forgot about being careful. He just ran to her. "Do not jump on her, Ayven!" Grayson called out. Worried about Shayla. But Ayven did not jump. He was not that reckless. Just hugged her. Carefully. Gently. Shayla wrapped her arms around him immediately. Held her son. Her baby boy. Her firstborn. Tears were pouring down her face. Happy tears. Overwhelmed tears. Everything all at once. "My baby. My sweet baby boy. You are awake. You are really awake." She was kissing his face. His forehead. His cheeks. Anywh
The rest of the day passed in tense, uncomfortable silence.Shayla stayed at her desk, going through emails and correspondence with mechanical efficiency. She updated spreadsheets. She confirmed appointments. She drafted memos.She did everything except look at Grayson's office.Every time she felt
THE HALE APARTMENT>SHAYLA’S APARTMENT."Momma, I invited a guest to my birthday party!" Ayven announced the moment Shayla walked through the door.She set down her bag and purse, exhaustion weighing on her shoulders. "A guest? Who?""Ricardo! He's really cool. He sings that song you like. The one w
Bellamy's was exactly as exclusive as its reputation suggested.The restaurant occupied the top floor of the building in the financial district, all floor-to-ceiling windows and understated elegance. White tablecloth. Crystal stemware. The kind of hushed atmosphere where business worth millions was
The use of her first name, the raw desperation in his voice, made something crack in her chest."Listen?" The word came out sharp, cutting. "I should listen? Do you have any idea what I went through, Grayson?"His name on her lips—not Mr. Cross, but Grayson—seemed to hit him like a physical blow."I







