All Chapters of Falling For My Ex's Dad: Chapter 301 - Chapter 310

Clairessa’s POV Gabriel let out a laugh, mixed with warning and surrender. “I don’t know if we should…” he began. My voice dipped into a low, playful purr. “You mean… have sex?” He nodded, his hand brushing lower until his fingers traced the tender stretch of skin where the bullet had torn through me. The scar was still red, faintly ridged. “It’s only been a few weeks,” he murmured, his thumb brushing carefully along the mark. “Maybe we should wait…” A soft chuckle escaped me. Gabriel, always so cautious, so protective, as if I were made of glass. “The doctors cleared me to go back to work, exercising… back to everything,” I interrupted, a grin tugging at my lips. “You don’t have anything to worry about.” I covered his hand with mine, easing it away from the scar, then slid it firmly onto my thigh. “It’s healing,” I whispered, meeting his eyes with a daring tilt of my smile. He wanted me. I could feel it in the heat rolling off him, in the way his body pressed hard against min

Clairessa’s POVDinner had never felt this strange and yet this perfect. Just the three of us, crystal glasses, candlelight flashing across Gabriel’s impossibly handsome face.It had been several months since the shooting, and I was completely healed. Afterward, Gabriel had suggested I take time away from work to focus on my app. I agreed and it was the best decision I could have made. The Hart app was now in its final stages, fully funded by him, just like he promised. Soon, it would be live, and for the first time in a long time, I felt like something I dreamed about was finally coming true.The days had been flying by, maybe too quickly, especially with my due date just a few weeks away. My belly pressed against the edge of the table no matter how I sat, reminding me constantly that I wasn’t alone anymore. Nothing felt comfortable these days, another perk of being seven months pregnant. Every movement carried a weight I never thought possible. My feet were swollen, my back ached by

Clairessa’s POVThe sea breeze brushed against my face, whipping my hair lightly in the wind, and for a fleeting moment I forgot I was in my third trimester and wobbling around like a penguin most days.I shut my eyes, soaking it all in, trying not to laugh at Gabriel’s ridiculous insistence on this trip.“Gabriel....” I pressed a hand over my swollen belly. “I have no idea why you insisted we take a vacation now. I’m literally one wrong laugh away from going into labor. What if my water breaks in the middle of the ocean?”He chuckled, sliding his arm tenderly around my waist and pulling me into his chest. His lips brushed my hair. “Relax....” he said, calm and unbothered as ever. “That’s why I brought the best team on board. There’s a doctor, a nurse, even a midwife, all ready to bring our beautiful baby Sassoon into the world if they have to. We’re perfectly safe.”I tipped my head back and narrowed my eyes. “Of course you’d turn a yacht into a floating hospital.”“Not a hospital...

Clairessa’s POVDinner had been set up on the upper deck, Gabriel’s usual brand of over-the-top. Rose petals scattered across the table, a violinist playing quietly in the corner, and the ocean stretched dark and endless around us. Extravagant, dramatic, and just…..perfect.The food had been rich, almost too much, but I savored every bite. Now, with my head resting against Gabriel’s chest and his arms wrapped around me as we stood by the rail, I couldn’t imagine being anywhere else.“Dinner was perfect,” I murmured, watching the waves. “The food, the music, everything. The chef outdid himself. I enjoyed every bit….. I swear I almost cleared the entire table.”“That’s the point of a vacation.” Gabriel reached up, brushing my hair gently to one side of my neck, his fingers lingering for a moment. “You don’t stop yourself. You eat until you can’t anymore.”I tilted my chin up at him, fighting a smile. “And this….. your idea of simple?” My tone was playful, teasing. “Remind me never to co

Clairessa’s POV The diamond glittered so brightly it almost mocked me for staring at it for the millionth time. I couldn’t help it. The stone was flawless, clear-cut, catching the soft light of the morning and throwing it back in brilliant flashes. It had to be worth a fortune… maybe a million, maybe two. Something outrageous, the kind of thing only Gabriel Storm would think was normal. But today, I wasn’t just staring at my engagement ring. My gaze lingered on the slender band of diamond beside it, the symbol of my marriage. I traced it with my thumb… my wedding band. My proof that I was officially Gabriel’s wife. Even now, weeks later, the word still felt like a dream I hadn’t woken up from. I wanted to pinch myself just to be sure it was real. I’d lost count of how many times I turned my hand back and forth, admiring the way the two rings looked together… as if they’d been waiting all along to sit there on my finger. Twenty-nine days, seventeen hours, and God knows how many mi