(James)“After a scan, if we want to disappear for a bit. Just us. You’ll need to find the time….”“I’ll need to find the time? You’re the one who’s never home.”“But I can move my work anywhere and do it. But the bakery, well, I don’t think you can do that from another country. Maybe you can…”“What do you mean?”“I know you’re stepping back to run it from a hands-off perspective. I wonder if that will really happen. At the first disaster you’ll be there, fixing things. That’s who you are and I love you for it. You can’t do that from across the world.”“What are you saying?”“Just that if we are going to babymoon, maybe you need to make the separation from the bakery… more complete.”She stares hard at me. “Is this just another way to convince me to sell up?”“No. But you can’t be everywhere and focuses on everything. I’m just saying, we all need to make hard choices. I want us to keep this pregnancy secret so we can enjoy it together for longer.”She softens. “The babymoon idea? I d
(James)Serena’s scared of losing me.I’m scared of losing her. I won’t lose her. I can’t.Now she’s starting to at least try and see how life as Mrs. James Hale can be. How I need her to be.It gives me renewed hope.Because for us to be together, and be happy, she needs to play a certain role. It can’t be any other way because if I walk away from my parents for love, I walk away from the very essence of who I am, who I’ve worked all my life to be.I can’t do that. This is who I am. The billions in my banks, the power at my fingertips, the ability to affect world change in my lap.She said I have to start putting her first, above the work, above the people who make demands on my time, above everyone.And she’s probably not wrong, but it can’t happen yet. I’m too close to being the sum of everything before me. I have political aspirations too. I need to stay my course for now.I’m just not sure I know how to find the balance with Serena right now. And Savannah? She a wildcard I can’t
(Serena)I’m glad at last to get home and be able to talk freely to James face to face.I’m glad he suggested coming to the east wing office to talk, but I’m also a little worried as he’s just come from the hospital and talking with Savannah.I hope she’s been honest with him, but I can’t be sure she isn’t running her own agenda. In fact, I have to presume she is.James walks in behind me and closes the door.I sit at the desk in the leather chair and James sits across from me.He reaches over and takes my hand. “You’re still okay?”“I pass the ten-week mark today,” I say. “That’s when it happened last time. So I’m not all risk is gone of course but I’m more hopeful.”His thumb brushes lightly. “That’s good.”“It is. We’re past the most common danger window. The worst is supposed to be behind us.”“Supposed to be,” he echoes.“Yeah.” I pull in a breath. “There’s always a chance. But it’s smaller now. I’m letting myself breathe a little.”“You’ve been incredible lately. Thank you.”It’
(Serena)“Serena! You’re absolutely glowing.”It’s not a compliment. Not really.It’s a test. A pregnancy probe. A suggestion they hope will make me give some sign. A hesitation, a protective hand over my stomach, anything they can run with.I give them nothing but big smile, “sweat can be kind from afar,” I say. “But make sure I give you my skin care routine.”I’m out in front of the bakery, a little across the road so as not to block the doorway. The bakery is behind me. Better for marketing to get the shopfront in shots.Cameras. Microphones. Flashbulbs.Half a dozen local media outlets, a few from the national dailies. Some I don’t recognize at all.But all of them are locked into me and have their microphones on the ready.I breathe. Just once.Because this is my idea. My stage.Whatever they throw at me, I’m not ducking.The questions come fast. Not gentle ones.“Serena, are you and James okay? Is your marriage in trouble?”I laugh. “Oh hell no, we’re doing fine. Marriage isn’t
(Serena)James was different with the baby this morning.Not just attentive. Present. Because it matters to him, I can tell.Holding Savannah’s baby boy locks into his mind what kind of father he’s going to be.Gentle, focused, solid. And when he looked at me, hand on my back, eyes softer than I’ve seen in weeks, I knew he was thinking about our child too.He doesn’t have to say it. I feel it.Now it’s 11.30am. I’m in uniform at my bakery. Ready for action. This is going to be a massive lunch service. I’m glad because it takes my mind off him being alone with Savannah.I’m ready for the adrenalin pump this place is when it’s in full swing. Serena’s Bakery.My legacy. My way to change the world, one bake at a time.Apron crisp, hair in a slick bun, comfortable and supportive shoes.I flip the first batch of croissants from the oven. The smell of buttery flakiness hits my nose. The kind of smell that tells me everything’s going to be okay.The croissants are perfect and my personal good
(Serena)It takes me a second to remember he actually got home. No warning, no heads-up.Just a door creaking open at 4am and then him pinning me to the bed like he couldn’t wait another second.I’m sore in places I haven’t been in a while. But I feel good. Really good.Maybe it was angry sex. Maybe it was him trying to prove something. But I don’t care. It was him needing and wanting what he can’t get from anyone else.Well, he could potentially get it elsewhere but he’s choosing not to and making a physical point of that.And I’m going to make a clear point of him not needing to go elsewhere.Because I’ve got it handled. Him, this mansion, my life as Mrs. Hale and as Serena. I’m going to make it all work.He’ll see. Margot will see. Everyone will see that just because I wasn’t born into money, doesn’t mean I can’t cut it.No dwelling on the past, I’m moving us forward.It’s later than I usually sleep, but the hot and heavy sex and James’s body, wrapped around mine like a lock, kept