MasukSienna’s POVFour months later.I stand in the living room rocking my big baby boy against my chest, staring down at Carter like he’s some kind of miracle I still haven’t wrapped my mind around. He’s only four months old, but he’s solid, with thick thighs, strong little legs already trying to stand, a head full of soft curls that already form a tiny afro. His eyes are bright, always alert, like he’s studying everything and everyone around him.Grandma Mabel can barely lift him anymore. Every time she does, she grunts, then laughs, then tells him he needs to slow down on the milk. Carter just grins at her like he knows he’s winning.I smile, but my stomach twists.Because I’m holding onto a secret that’s about to blow Knox’s entire world apart.The house has been nonstop chaos lately, with wedding planning chaos. People in and out. Wedding rings tried on. Dresses clipped and unclipped. Cake tastings that all blur together. Flowers and seating charts. Six months out and already I feel
Knox’s POVAfter the initial shock wears off, the very real, very loud realization that I did not have a baby girl but instead produced a whole grown infant of a big healthy boy, I finally start to breathe again.I mean… this kid didn’t come out newborn, sized. No. This baby skipped that stage entirely. He’s not fitting into newborn clothes. He’s not even pretending. He’s going straight into three to six month outfits like he’s late for something.I look over at Sienna, tears streaming down her face as she rubs his tiny back, whispering to him like she’s known him forever. The doctor clears his throat and says, “Alright, Dad, come on over and cut the umbilical cord.”And I just stand there.Frozen.Because what the fuck just happened?Where is my baby girl?My mind has been set on pink blankets, bows, and daddy daughter tea parties. I had a whole future planned. And now I’m standing here staring at my very handsome, very large son wondering how fast my entire life just shifted.I mean
Epilogue 1Sienna’s POVTwo Months Later“Sienna… ma’am,” Trevor says slowly, arms crossed, eyes glued to my stomach like it might detach itself and roll down the hallway. “Why are you at work?”I scoff and lean back in my chair.“Because if I stay in that house one more full day by myself, I’m going to lose my fucking mind.”He frowns. “You’re nine months pregnant.”“Yes.”“You were supposed to start maternity leave last week.”“Yes.”“And you’re still here.”“Yes,” I repeat. “And let me tell you why.”One day. One single day at home alone.I rearranged the entire living room.Hung every piece of art Knox had been ‘meaning to get to.’Redecorated both baby rooms.Cooked at least fifteen TikTok meals, half of which were lies to blow up people channels.Organized the basement.Found the wine cellar Knox conveniently never mentioned.Organized that too.And when there was nothing left to do?I almost worked myself into active labor out of sheer boredom.So yes. I came to work. Because a
Knox’s POV As the last of the stragglers finally start drifting toward their cars, the energy in the house shifts. The music is lower. The laughter is softer. That post party quiet starts to creep in, you know the kind that settles into the walls once everyone’s gone.That’s when I notice my sister Kira walking back into the house, with one baby strapped tightly to her chest.I follow her inside without saying anything at first, just watching her body language. She moves slower than usual, shoulders tense, steps distracted. She heads straight toward the first-floor nursery, and I trail behind her, my boots barely making a sound on the floor.She stops abruptly, staring down at the crib like she’s trying to solve a problem that won’t give her an answer.“Hey,” I say gently. “Kira… you okay?”She jumps and whips around so fast she almost loses her balance.“Shit, Knox, you scared me.”I raise an eyebrow. “You’re in my house. But again, are you okay?”She exhales hard, the kind of bre
Sienna’s POV I let out a slow, steady sigh as the party starts to wine down, the night settling in heavy and quiet over this wintry Chicago evening. The lights outside glow softer now, the air colder, sharper. I can feel it in my bones, and in my feet.I start walking around, needing to move, needing to breathe.What Jennifer tried to pull earlier is still sitting with me, burning low in my chest. I didn’t want to flip out on anyone, plus, I didn’t want people seeing that side of me especially not my pregnant bad side. Hormones plus rage is a dangerous mix, and I worked too damn hard to keep this day about love.After dancing with Keisha and Maya for a while, I finally tap out.“Alright, girls,” I say, pressing my hand to my lower back, “I need a break. This baby is heavy.”They both laugh.“Well,” Keisha says, grinning, “I’m not at that stage yet, but I’ll be there soon.”I hug her. “Yeah. You will.”We drift over toward Kole, who looks excited but stressed at the same time, that f
Knox’s POV “Man, bro, I’m just telling you,” I say, shaking my head as I lean back against the high-top table. “Now that the house is finally done and I’m getting ready to put my penthouse on the market, I don’t even know what Sienna’s gonna want to do with her place. She might sell it… or she might keep it as an investment property.”Stephen lets out a low chuckle, sipping his drink. “That house is too nice to just let go. I don’t see her getting rid of it.”He pauses, then smirks. “I’ll talk to sis. I’m making decent money right now anyway. Me and Carmen are doing our thing anyway by staying together.”He exhales slowly. “And Keisha? Well she barely there. When I do see her, she’s already leaving. So technically… it’s really me and Carmen’s place. We can just keep paying rent to sis.”I laugh under my breath. “Yeah, man. I mean, it’s a solid spot. A real three story condo style home. Not one of those fake-ass condos that are basically just apartments.”Stephen nods. “Yeah, she said
Knox’s POVFriday night hit different.He grabbed his favorite wings fried hard and fries extra crispy, buffalo style and headed home. He dropped the bag on the coffee table, kicked off his shoes, and let the silence of his apartment wrap around him like an old hoodie, comfortable, but worn out.He
Sienna’s POVThe next morning, I woke up to the smell of bacon and something sweet, and honestly, it made me smile before I even opened my eyes.I stretched a little, still sore in all the right places from the night before. Round two had been even better than round one. Alex brought that energy a
Third Person POV Wednesday morning As the days moved closer to the mayor’s meeting, Carmen worked diligently on the fundraising platform and the community service portion of the case. She was in the office the entire week, buried in plans, proposals, and presentations. This wasn’t just any projec
Third Person POV, After lunch, the tone shifted.Trevor, Sienna, and Susan rode the elevator back up to the eighth floor, arms full of files, notes, and half drunk iced coffees. They moved with a steady rhythm, the kind that only came from doing something repeatedly, every day for the past two wee







