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chapter 138
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musefun fact when i was writing this chapter i was listening to the weeknd Die for you
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The chef and The charmer chapter 142
EVELYN POVThe penthouse was still buzzing from the baby shower—wrapping paper scattered on the coffee table, faint traces of frosting on plates, and vases of flowers everywhere. I was still soaking in all the love and laughter from earlier when Damian suddenly cleared his throat and stepped in front of me, his hands tucked into his pockets in that way he does when he’s holding something back.“There’s… one more thing,” he said.I tilted my head. “Damian, we’ve opened gifts all day. What could possibly—”He smirked. “This isn’t something you can wrap.”Before I could answer, he grabbed my coat and scarf, leading me to the elevator. The city glittered outside as we drove in silence, his excitement practically humming in the air. When we finally stopped, I stepped out to see a beautiful three-story building with soft lights glowing inside.I blinked. “Damian… what is this?”He came around to stand beside me, his arm wrapping around my waist. “It’s yours.”I turned to him, confused. “Min
The chef and The charmer chapter 141
EVELYN POVThe first time I felt him kick, it was like the faintest flutter beneath my skin—delicate, almost shy, as if he wasn’t quite ready to announce himself to the world.It happened on a quiet Thursday afternoon. Damian had stepped out for a conference call, and I was curled up on the chaise by the window, reading one of the baby books he’d surprised me with last month. I was halfway through a chapter about prenatal bonding when it happened—a subtle, rhythmic tap low in my belly.I froze, the book slipping from my fingers.“Hey…” I whispered, pressing my palm over the spot. “Is that you?”The tiny movement stilled, almost like he was listening. My throat tightened. After everything—the doctor’s warnings, the hospital scare, the nights I lay awake wondering if my body could truly carry him to term—this little flutter was proof. He was here. He was strong.By the time Damian returned, my face was still blotchy from crying. He immediately dropped his phone on the counter, his expre
The chef and The charmer chapter 140
EVELYN POVThe next morning, they discharged me with strict instructions: no overexertion, no heavy lifting, no unnecessary stress. Dr. Ramirez’s words echoed in my mind like a mantra. I could walk, but only short distances. I could cook if I wanted, but Damian practically banned me from the kitchen.Back at the penthouse, Damian shifted into full-on protector mode. My usual spot on the couch now had extra pillows and a thick blanket. A small table nearby held everything I might need—water, snacks, my phone, even a bell in case I needed him and he was in another room. It was sweet, but sometimes I caught him watching me with that guarded expression, like he was memorizing each breath I took.The first week home was slow and quiet. Damian worked from his home office, checking on me every hour. Chris stopped by twice, always bringing something—flowers, soup, or those ridiculous baby socks shaped like tiny sneakers. Morgan called daily to check in, her voice softer than I’d ever heard it
The chef and The charmer chapter 139
EVELYN POVThe city lights flickered below like a constellation just for us as I stood by the window in the penthouse kitchen, smoothing my dress nervously. The sleek black fabric clung softly to my frame, the neckline modest but elegant — a subtle nod to the new life growing inside me.Tonight wasn’t just another dinner. It was a declaration, a quiet celebration of hope against all odds. I glanced over at Damian, who was in the living room setting out the last of the wine glasses with that calm, precise way of his. The penthouse smelled faintly of rosemary and lemon—the scent of the rosemary chicken I had prepared with extra care, knowing tonight needed comfort food.I took a deep breath. Inviting both my parents was… fairly easy. i don’t know how they are going to take this news given my medica1 history, more so now because of my pelvic injury and what it meant for this pregnancy. I worried how they’d react — if they’d see me as strong or fragile. But they were here, and that matter
The chef and The charmer chapter 138
EVELYN POV Penthouse, Late AfternoonThe door clicked shut behind us with a soft finality, and for a moment, the penthouse felt too still. Too quiet. I stood in the entryway, clutching my purse like it was the only thing keeping me grounded. My heart was still racing. The doctor’s voice still echoed in my head like a cruel reminder I couldn’t silence.“You’re pregnant… but with your previous pelvic injury, we’ll need to monitor you closely. There could be complications. It’s too early to say anything definitive — but it won’t be an easy pregnancy.”I felt Damian’s eyes on me before I heard his footsteps. My legs moved on their own, leading me to the living room where the late afternoon sun painted the floors gold. I sat on the edge of the couch, elbows on my knees, hands gripping my hair.“I’m scared,” I whispered, staring down at the floor like it held all the answers. “Damian, I’m so damn scared.”He didn’t rush me. Just crossed the room quietly, setting his phone and keys down on
The chef and The charmer chapter 137
Damian – First Person POVThe house was quiet. Too quiet. The kind of silence that presses on your chest and wraps itself around your bones, forcing every thought to crawl to the surface like a tide that never ends. It wasn’t the peaceful silence you hoped for after a long day; it was the kind that made you think too much. The kind that made your heart beat loud in your ears — betraying the stillness around you.Evelyn had been asleep for hours now, curled beneath the heavy duvet in the guest room. The soft, even rise and fall of her chest was something I wanted to stare at until I fell asleep, but sleep was the last thing on my mind. We were supposed to head back to the penthouse today — back to the city, back to our lives — but Morgan had insisted we stay. One last family breakfast, she’d said with that clipped, almost imperious tone she always used when she wanted her way.I knew better. It wasn’t about breakfast. She wanted more time. More time with Evelyn, more time to measure me
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