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Sandra Harper-Kane
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The Kane Contract: Vows of Venom Amara’s Passport
(Livia’s POV)The hospital room has become our small universe by the afternoon of the second day.Sunlight slants through the half-closed blinds in warm golden bars across the bed, catching dust motes that drift lazily in the air.The monitors beep in a soft, steady rhythm, my heartbeat, Sandra’s heartbeat, the quiet pulse of life continuing. The scent of baby lotion mingles with the faint antiseptic smell that still clings to everything, and the bouquet of white roses Alexander brought this morning sits on the windowsill, petals perfect and fresh, their fragrance soft but insistent.Sandra is asleep in the bassinet beside me now, tiny fists curled near her face, mouth open in that perfect newborn O, breathing in those little puffs that I could listen to forever.Her dark hair has fluffed up slightly, soft waves catching the light, and her cheeks are flushed pink from nursing. She’s wearing the tiniest hospital hat, white with a single rose embroidered on the brim, someone in the nurs
The Kane Contract: Vows of Venom Theo’s Arrest
(Livia’s POV)The first hour in recovery stretches into the second, and I’m still floating in that soft, hazy bubble where time doesn’t quite apply. The room is a quiet sanctuary, warm lights dimmed just enough to soothe, the steady beep of monitors a gentle lullaby in the background, the faint scent of baby lotion and hospital linens wrapping around us like a promise of safety.Sandra is asleep on my chest now, tiny breaths puffing against my skin, little hand still curled around my finger like she’s afraid to let go even in her dreams. Her dark hair has dried into soft waves, and her cheeks have settled into a warm pink that makes her look like a porcelain doll come to life. Every few minutes she makes a soft snuffle, a hiccup, a dream-smile that tugs at my heartstrings so hard I feel it in my soul.I can’t stop staring at her. Can’t stop tracing the delicate lines of her face with my eyes, memorizing the way her eyelashes flutter, the way her tiny nose wrinkles when she sighs. Afte
The Kane Contract: Vows of Venom The First Hour
(Livia’s POV)They wheel me out of the operating room and into recovery, and the shift is immediate.The harsh lights soften to a warm glow, the frantic beeps slow to a steady rhythm, the sterile air warms with the faint scent of baby powder and fresh linens.It’s like stepping from chaos into a cocoon, a quiet space carved out just for us.Sandra is still on my chest.Warm. Tiny. Breathing in little puffs against my skin.Her weight is nothing and everything at once, six pounds, eight ounces of miracle pressing right over my heart, her little body rising and falling with each of my breaths.Her dark hair is drying in soft wisps, tickling my collarbone where it brushes.Her cheek is flushed pink, mouth slightly open in that perfect newborn pout, tiny tongue flicking out in sleepy reflex.Every few seconds she makes a soft snuffle, a hiccup, a sigh, like she’s already dreaming about the world she just entered, processing the lights and sounds and the feel of air on her skin for the fir
The Kane Contract: Vows of Venom Sandra Harper-Kane
(Alexander’s POV)The moment they place her on Livia’s chest, the entire universe shrinks to the size of that tiny, furious bundle.Everything else, the beeping monitors fading into background noise, the clink of instruments being set aside, the low murmur of doctors and nurses finishing up, the harsh operating-room lights overhead, all of it dissolves into irrelevance.There is only her. Only this small, red-faced, perfect human being who just stormed into the world screaming like she already owns it.Sandra Harper-Kane.My daughter.I’m still holding Livia’s hand so tightly the nurse has to gently remind me twice to loosen my grip so the circulation monitor stops beeping. I do, barely but I don’t let go completely. I can’t.If I let go, I might float away. Or shatter into a thousand pieces. Or wake up and discover this was all a dream I don’t deserve.She’s so small.Six pounds, eight ounces. Nineteen inches. The numbers the nurse rattled off feel abstract until I see her, until I r
The Kane Contract: Vows of Venom The Operating Room
(Livia’s POV)The hospital doors slide open, and the bright fluorescent lights hit me like a physical force, harsh, unforgiving, washing everything in cold white.Everything moves too fast after that.Nurses swarm around us, hands gentle but urgent, voices calm and efficient in a way that’s both reassuring and terrifying.Someone takes my arm. Someone else slides a wheelchair under me before my legs give out.Alexander never lets go of my hand. His grip is iron-tight, fingers laced through mine, knuckles white. His face is pale, jaw clenched, but his eyes stay locked on me like I’m the only thing keeping him anchored.I think, this is really happening. Right now. No more waiting. No more buildup. Just the end of everything I’ve carried alone for so long.“Her water broke at home,” Alexander tells them, voice steady even though I can hear the strain. “Contractions every three to four minutes now. Strong. Getting stronger.”They nod. Wheel me down a long, sterile hallway. The lights str
The Kane Contract: Vows of Venom The Drive
(Alexander’s POV)The second Livia says “my water broke,” the world narrows to a pinprick.Everything else, penthouse, rain, the city, the empire we just took back, collapses into nothing. There is only her. Standing in a puddle in the kitchen, shorts soaked, spoon frozen mid-air, laughing that soft, shocked laugh that makes my stomach drop through the floor.My heart slams against my ribs so hard I taste copper. My vision tunnels. A cold sweat breaks out across my back, under my arms, along my hairline. It feels like someone poured ice water down my spine.I’m moving before my brain catches up. Legs heavy, like they’re wading through concrete. I lift her out of the mess, gentle, urgent, terrified I’ll hurt her and set her on the dry side of the island. My hands shake so badly I almost drop her.Don’t fall apart. Not now. Not in front of her.I run.Hospital bag. Slippers. Robe. Keys. Phone. I yank drawers open, slam them shut, the noise echoing in my skull like gunshots. My pulse is
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