LOGINOh no.
Why?Why now?
Of all the times to go into labor, now was definitely the worst. Valerie could already feel the first contractions coming on, a sharp pain that made her grit her teeth and clutch at her belly. The pain was intense, more than she had expected, and it came with a force that demanded her full attention. Her thoughts raced, worry intertwining with the realization that there was no turning back now. She’d prepared for this, rehearsed it a dozen times in her mind, but somehow, standing here in the midst of an unexpected moment, none of it felt like enough.
Antonio looked at her with raised eyebrows, his smug smile quickly disappearing. “Err…Valerie?” he asked, suddenly sounding less confident and more… worried?
She ignored him, breathing heavily as she tried to ride out the pain. Caught up in the moment, her mind focused only on getting through this ordeal. She couldn’t give birth in front of this man! What if he tried to kill her? She could feel the liquid seeping down her legs and onto his plus carpet.
It served him right for forcing her to be here!
“Is she…is she having the baby now?” one of Antonio’s goons stammered. He looked pale and terrified, his eyes darting from Val to his boss in panicked confusion. If Valerie wasn’t in so much pain, she would’ve giggled at his goofy expression. This man must've never had a child before.
Antonio stood abruptly, his chair scraping loudly against the floor. “Get the car!” he roared at one of his men, who disappeared from the room like a shot.
Her brother’s man, Samuel, was by her side in a flash. “I… I will call Boss and take you away, Val.”
"Yes, please. Get me out of here!" Valerie said, gritting her teeth.
“There’s no time for that, you fool!” Antonio barked at him. “I am taking her to the hospital. You come with me so Foster doesn’t think I am harming his sister.”
Despite the pain, Val couldn’t help but let out a bitter laugh at Antonio’s expense. His confident facade had wholly shattered, and he looked utterly helpless now. His intimidating aura now ceased to exist.
But damn…she could finally see how tall he was, and he was a motherfucking giant! She wondered how his mother felt while giving birth to him. Was he a big baby or was he…
“Ouch!” Val cried as another contraction interrupted her thoughts. She couldn't afford to stand here all day.
“What’s wrong? Are you going to die?” Antonio squealed, holding her closer.
Jeez…he looked like he was about to pass out.
“Is this your first time witnessing childbirth?” she asked through gritted teeth. A fresh wave of pain hit her then and her body convulsed.
Antonio looked at her with wide eyes and nodded mutely. “I have seen death,” he admitted quietly. “But never life.”
“Well,” Val gasped out between contractions, “you’re in for a real fucking treat.”
Antonio watched her for a moment longer before he stepped toward her hesitantly. He reached out slowly and placed his hand on her arm. It was a comforting gesture but not nearly enough to take away the pain.
And besides, Valerie wasn’t exactly expecting to be comforted by a murderous Italian giant.
“The car is ready, Capo,” Antonio’s goon informed them.
Valerie yelped as Antonio scooped her up in his arms and strode toward the front door. “Breathe, Amore,” he urged as he settled her into the car.
She held onto Antonio’s suit jacket, her fingers digging in as another contraction made her vision swim. His usually calm exterior was ruffled, his dark eyes wide and a frown creasing his usual smile lines. She leaned some more against his hard chest. He smelled nice, or whatever cologne he was wearing smelled nice. It had a hint of citrus like bergamot or lemon. Valerie never realized the smell of bergamot was comforting to her. But now she knew.
Julian always smelled like cigarettes' and cheap vodka...
“Drive faster!” he barked at the man behind the wheel. He sounded even more distressed than before.
“I’m trying!” the man snapped back, urgency clear in his voice.
As the car sped through the streets, Valerie tried to focus on breathing as her doctor had instructed. Antonio’s hand had been warm against her shoulder, but somewhere between the hospital entrance and being rushed into a room, his touch left hers. The sudden absence felt strange, though she should have been relieved he wasn’t near.
A nurse leaned over her. “Oh dear, you made it just in time,” she said, smiling.
“Yeah, just in time,” Valerie gritted out, her breath hitching as another contraction rocked through her. She didn't know if she could make it out alive from this.
In a whirlwind of motion, doctors and nurses rushed around her. Valerie was lifted onto a gurney and wheeled down the hospital corridor at an alarming speed. The lights above her blended into one long, glaring strip as they whizzed by.
A doctor appeared in Valerie’s line of sight, her eyes full of kind concern. “You’re doing great, Valerie. Just keep breathing.”
Valerie nodded, clenching her teeth against the next wave of pain that roared through her.
Suddenly, the door burst open again, and Antonio was there. His face was red and his eyes glinting.
Wait…why was he here?
“You’ll need to gown up,” the doctor told Antonio, handing him a sterile set.
Antonio blinked at her, a look of bewilderment flashing across his face. But then he squared his shoulders and nodded. “Okay,” he said, disappearing behind a curtain to change into the sterile gown.
“Wai… wait…” Valerie tried to protest when another contraction hit her. Words failed her as she rode out the wave of pain. By the time she recovered, Antonio had reentered the room, garbed in sterile scrubs.
Was he seriously planning on helping her deliver her child? No way. No fucking way!
Valerie cursed out loud. This could not be happening to her!
Two months later, everything was supposed to be calm.That was the plan. Max had cleared his schedule. Suzi had finished decorating the nursery. Aurelia’s tiny clothes were washed, folded, and arranged by color, because Suzi believed even newborn chaos deserved a sense of order.The world was ready for the baby.The problem was that Suzi’s body had its own timeline—and the universe had a wicked sense of humor.It started on a Sunday afternoon. They were at Landon and Daphne’s anniversary party, a fancy outdoor brunch hosted at one of Landon’s hotels. Suzi had assured Max that it would be “a quick appearance.” She even promised she’d sit the entire time, eat something mild, and behave like a normal, sensible human being.For the first hour, everything went perfectly.Suzi glowed in her soft blue dress, sipping sparkling water while Daphne gushed over how close she was to her due date. Max, ever the vigilant husband, hovered nearby with a plate of safe foods—nothing spicy, nothing experi
Suzi had a habit of craving the strangest things at the strangest times. It had started small, harmless even.A craving for apples dipped in peanut butter. Then pickles with cream cheese. Max had handled it all with the quiet patience of a man who had faced worse things than midnight snack emergencies.But lately, her cravings had evolved. They had become specific. Precise. Almost tactical.It was a Thursday night when it happened again.Suzi appeared in the doorway of Max’s office, wearing one of his oversized shirts and an expression that immediately made him nervous. He had seen that look before. The last time, it had ended with him driving across the city at midnight for mango gelato that only one café carried.He looked up slowly. “What is it this time?”Her smile was sweet but suspicious. “You’re going to laugh.”“I’m already scared,” he said.She stepped closer. “I want garlic bread.”He blinked. “Garlic bread. That’s it?”She nodded.He frowned. “That’s not bad. I was expectin
Back at the house, Suzi opened the door only to have Max’s hands land on her hips and spin her sideways, trapping her against the entryway wall.There was a sliver of surprise, but mostly she felt him, heat radiating off his chest, the pressure of his fingers through the fabric of her shirt, and the erratic rhythm of his breathing.“You hungry?” he said, voice already lower than usual.“A little,” said Suzi, but she didn’t exactly try to disentangle herself.“I can order pizza,” he shot back, and pressed his mouth to the curve of her neck. It was a practiced move, and yet it still short-circuited all of her thoughts.“I thought you said you were traumatized,” she said, only a little breathless.“I am severely traumatized,” he said, “by your complete lack of respect for my performance under pressure.”She snorted, and his lips moved higher, skimming her jaw, steady, deliberate, like he was testing if she might collapse or combust. “You want praise?” Her words came out weirdly soft, not
Suzi had that look again. The one Max had come to recognize as a sign of impending trouble. She was sitting at the breakfast table with her tablet, an empty cereal bowl, and a very specific glint of determination in her eyes.He approached cautiously, coffee mug in hand. “Alright,” he said slowly, “what are we signing up for this time? It’s either prenatal yoga or a subscription box that sends the baby outfits every month.”“Birthing class,” she said brightly.He froze mid-sip. “I’m sorry, what?”“Birthing. Class,” Suzi repeated with dangerous cheer. “You, me, breathing techniques, teamwork exercises. It’ll be fun.”“Fun?” Max repeated, deadpan. “Suzi, fun is pizza and a movie. Fun is not watching a stranger explain labor while passing around rubber babies.”“You’re exaggerating,” she said. “It’s educational. They teach you how to help me through contractions, what to pack for the hospital, how to breathe properly—”“I know how to breathe,” he interrupted.“Not apparently,” she said s
Suzi bit the inside of her cheek to keep from laughing. “Well… technically, you are kind of a big deal.”Sky gawked at her. “I’m sixteen! My biggest deal is passing geometry!”Suzi leaned back in her chair, still smiling. “And yet you’ve somehow ended up with a full-time security detail who says things like ‘I take my job seriously.’”Sky groaned, dropping her forehead into her hands. “He says that all the time. At the café last week, Ella dropped a tray, and he jumped up and nearly tackled me to the floor. And when I asked him, what the hell is wrong with him, he goes, ‘I was assessing the risk.’ Like, who talks like that?”Suzi laughed softly. “A very organized person.”“A robot!” Sky shot back. “He doesn’t even blink sometimes. I swear, if he ever smiles, it’ll trigger a government alert.”“Maybe he’s just shy,” Suzi said kindly.“Shy?” Sky huffed. “No, Suzi. Shy people avoid eye contact. He logs it. Like he’s keeping track of how many seconds we’ve interacted.”Suzi couldn’t help
The soft buzz of music filled the villa, laughter rising and falling in easy waves as the night settled into that familiar warmth only family could create.Suzi had finally stopped crying, well, mostly, and was smiling again, her hand still resting protectively on her belly.Across the courtyard, the younger crowd had claimed a section of the patio. Ella was trying to convince a server to let her sample the tiramisu “for scientific purposes,” while Sky sat off to the side, arms crossed, her expression set to deep teenage disapproval.Suzi noticed immediately.“Uh-oh,” she murmured, nudging Max. “Look at Sky.”He followed her gaze, then winced. “That’s the face of someone either plotting a coup or writing sad poetry.”Suzi gave him a look. “I’ll check.”“Good luck,” Max said. “Take snacks. You might be in there a while.”Suzi rolled her eyes and crossed the patio, her heels clicking softly against the stone. “Hey, Sky,” she said, easing into the empty seat beside Sky. “Why the storm cl







