First Night Out (Without the Baby)

Emma’s POV I stared at my reflection in the mirror, barely recognizing myself. Not because I looked bad—but because for the first time in weeks, I didn’t look exhausted. My makeup was flawless, the silky black dress hugged my curves, and I was actually wearing heels again. My hair had been curled, my perfume carefully dabbed at all the right points. But it wasn’t the mascara or lipstick that made my heart pound. It was the guilt. “This is ridiculous,” I muttered, reaching for my earrings. “She’ll be fine. It’s just a few hours.” Still, my fingers trembled as I slid the studs into place. Killian stepped into the room, already dressed in a dark tailored suit that made him look like sin on legs. He adjusted his tie and caught my gaze in the mirror. “You okay?” I nodded, forcing a smile. “Just nerves.” “She’s in g

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Emma’s POV I stood in front of the mirror the next morning, towel wrapped tightly around my chest, staring at the woman I was still trying to recognize. Stretch marks stretched faintly along my hips and lower stomach. My breasts were fuller, heavier, more sensitive than they’d ever been. My waist, which had once been trim and defined, was softer now. And there were the dark circles under my eyes—faint, but persistent, even with last night’s sleep. But it wasn’t just my body that felt different. It was me. Emma Scott—the confident, ruthless, untouchable heiress—had been replaced by someone… uncertain. Last night had been amazing. Needed. But in the morning light, a quiet fear settled in my chest. Would Killian still want me when the haze of last night wore off? Was he just going along with things because he felt obligated? Because we had a baby now? The bathroom door cr

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Killian’s POV I’d closed billion-dollar deals with less stress than trying to get a baby to nap. My arms were starting to go numb as I gently bounced our six-week-old daughter, Ava, against my chest. Her tiny cheek pressed into my shoulder, warm breath puffing against my skin, her fingers curled tightly around the fabric of my t-shirt like letting go meant she might fall into the abyss of baby nightmares again. Emma was in the living room, giving a pitch via Zoom to the Paris-based luxury brand her team had been courting for the past six months. Her voice came through the baby monitor loud and crisp—confident, articulate, the kind of commanding presence that made boardrooms go silent. And here I was, pacing in footie pajamas, humming a lullaby I barely remembered the lyrics to. But I wouldn’t trade it. This was my new battlefield. This was our new life.

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First Night Out (Without the Baby)

Postpartum Insecurities & Honest Conversations

Rekindling Romance Amidst Diapers & Meetings