Azalea's POV It had been so hectic at work that I almost forgot I hadn't been long I was rushed to the hospital during what was supposed to be a relaxing weekend getaway. Everything had come crashing back into my third trimester life in less than a week.Fashion Week was looming, and the deadlines felt like tomorrow even though it wasn't. Between sketching new designs, coordinating fittings, and overseeing final embellishments, my entire world had become a blur of fabrics, sketches, and to-do lists. Caleb, my right-hand stylist, kept pointing out circles under my eyes.“Lea, you need rest,” he had said yesterday, peeling a stray thread from my blouse.I sighed but shrugged it off. After all, the baby was due soon, any time now. I had to do what I had to do before the delivery day.And then there was Noah. Every hour, if not more frequently, he’d appear behind me in the office.“You need to slow down,” he would gently remind me. “Even the baby can feel your stress.”I waved him off e
Last Updated : 2025-09-16
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