All Chapters of The S-Tier's Omega Bodyguard : Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

112 Chapters

Clara POV

CLARAThe text came in at eight on a Thursday morning.Elliot: Are you free for coffee?She looked at it. Elliot texted for logistics, not for social things. If he wanted to see someone he had his assistant call their assistant and things got arranged. A direct text at eight in the morning asking if she was free meant something was going on.She typed back: Give me an hour.✦ ✦ ✦He was already there when she arrived. In civilian clothes, which she noticed immediately because Elliot in civilian clothes meant he hadn't come from the office and wasn't going to the office and was therefore not in performance mode. He looked like a person instead of a CEO, which was rarer than it should have been.She got a coffee and sat across from him."What happened?" she said."Nothing bad." He looked at his cup. "I just needed to talk to someone who knew me before all of this.""Before all of what?""Before I knew what I was actually like," he said. He said it without self-pity, just as a fact. Cl

Kieran POV

He stood sideways in the bathroom mirror at seven in the morning and just looked at it. the kind of feeling that needed managing. He does this about once a week now, same as checking the weather brief, informational. He'd stopped being shocked by his own reflection somewhere around week twenty-four. What replaced the shock was something he couldn't name it .Just the recognition that his body was doing something enormous and he was still in it, still standing, still getting dressed and opening laptops and doing calls and carrying all of it forward. Thirty weeks. Two small people who had been working through their own scheduling disagreements with his spine all night. He turned away from the mirror and went to make tea. ✦ ✦ ✦ Elliot had been giving him space for two weeks. He'd asked for it. That part was always the first thing he reminded himself. This was his choice. Clean distance, exactly as requested, Elliot holding to it without trying to chip at the edges. No messages excep

Maya POV

MAYAKieran called her at four that afternoon and said he'd eaten properly today.He said it the way he said most things just the fact, no performance around it. He'd had breakfast, actual breakfast, and lunch, and he was going to eat dinner. He said it because he knew she'd been worrying and he was the kind of person who took note of that even when he pretended not to.She got off the phone and stood in her kitchen for a minute.Then she opened the fridge and started cooking. Not heating something up, not assembling things out of packets. Actually cooking, from scratch, with a pan on the hob and a knife on the board and something that needed watching. She needed something to do with her hands. She'd been needing something to do with her hands for about three days.It had been a long few months.✦ ✦ ✦Dr. Chen's text came in at six.Kieran's hormone levels this morning are the best they've been since week eight. Thought you'd want to know.Maya stood at the stove and read it. Read

Elliot POV

The third week of the separation was the most productive three weeks he'd had in two years.He'd restructured two departments, finished the omega employment framework he'd been working on at three in the morning for the past month, cleared a backlog of board correspondence that had been sitting in his assistant's tray since September, and had approximately six hundred thoughts about Kieran Hunt that he had successfully not acted on.He was doing very well.He watered the plant on Tuesday morning. He'd been doing it himself since the separation started, three weeks ago now. Ryan had offered on day two and Elliot had said no without explaining why. Ryan hadn't asked again, because Ryan was Ryan and understood that some things didn't need an explanation, they just needed to be left alone.It didn't make sense to anyone but him and he knew it didn't make sense to anyone but him and he was going to keep doing it anyway.✦ ✦ ✦He knew the appointment schedule.Not in a way that required a

Clara's Epilogue

Clara texted on a Saturday: I'm nearby. Lunch? My treat.Kieran was on the couch trying to find a position that didn't make his back hurt, which at thirty-four weeks with twins was a project with no good solution. He read the message and thought about it for about three seconds. He texted back a restaurant name and a time and went to find clothes that still fit.She was already inside when he got there, at a corner table, reading something on her phone and smiling at it. She looked up and waved him over and he noticed right away that she seemed different. Not in any way he could point at exactly. Just lighter. Like she'd put something down."You're in a good mood," he said, sitting down."I am." She folded her phone away. "You look tired but otherwise okay.""That's accurate."✦ ✦ ✦They ordered. She asked about the Sun City project because she'd seen something about it and was curious. He asked about her work at the nonprofit, which had started three months ago and which she talked

the first Date

MAYA Kieran booked the restaurant without being asked. He texted her on a Thursday afternoon a name, an address, and a time, and then: You've been waiting long enough. Book it. She stared at the message. Then she forwarded the details to Dr. Chen with: My brother has apparently sorted us a restaurant. Saturday seven. In case you wanted to know. Dr. Chen replied after a few minutes: I'll be there. Four words. Maya read them and felt something she hadn't felt in a long time, which was the kind of excitement that lived in your stomach rather than your head. The head kind you could talk yourself out of. The stomach kind just sat there, honest, not interested in being argued with. Saturday came. She got ready too slowly. She was aware she was doing it and did it anyway. She put on the green dress she'd bought three months ago without an occasion in mind, looked at herself, thought: okay. That works. She left before she could change her mind. ✦ ✦ ✦ Dr. Chen was standing outsi

Weeks

Dr. Chen did the scan herself that morning.She didn't always at this stage. She had a team, and they were good, and at thirty-seven weeks a routine scan was routine. But she was there herself, moving the probe slowly, going through every measurement with the kind of focus that meant she was actually looking rather than ticking boxes.Both of them.Both measuring right. Both where they were supposed to be.She set the probe down and looked at the screen for a moment without saying anything. Then: "Alright." That was it. One word, in the tone she used when something she'd been quietly worried about had come back okay.Kieran lay on the table and stared at the ceiling.Thirty-seven weeks. He'd done the math on this number so many times in the last nine months that it had become almost abstract. A target. Something to reach. And now he was here and both twins were here and Dr. Chen had just said alright in that tone and he felt something in his chest that he couldn't quite describe. Not

Sophia and Rachel

The letters went out on Friday.Not through Hartley. Not through the company's legal team or a PR contact or anyone whose job it was to make difficult things easier to deliver. Elliot wrote them himself on Thursday evening at his desk, two separate letters, and sealed them and had them sent by hand the next morning.He told Kieran on Saturday. Just: I sent letters to Sophia and Rachel. Settlement offers. Handwritten. Thought you should know before they respond.Kieran sat with his tea and read the message and didn't reply immediately. He thought about Sophia in the café three months ago, saying I took it for myself, there's a difference. He thought about Rachel on the phone saying don't call me again after this, just don't do it to anyone else. He thought about Helen who was not ready and might never be and whose number he'd kept anyway.He texted back: Okay. Let me know what they say.✦ ✦ ✦Sophia called him directly.Not Elliot. Him. He picked up and she said: "I read it." Just th

The Night Before

He couldn't sleep.This wasn't a surprise. He'd been sleeping badly for weeks, the particular bad sleep that came from being thirty-seven weeks pregnant with two people who had strong opinions about the position he was lying in. Tonight was different though. Tonight the not-sleeping was less physical and more the kind where your brain simply refuses to stop going even when your body is exhausted.He got up at half past midnight. He went to the living room.Elliot was already there.He was sitting on the couch in the dark with his phone face-down on the cushion beside him and his arms on his knees, looking at the window. He turned when Kieran came in and the expression on his face said he'd been awake for a while too."Couldn't sleep?" Kieran said."No." He moved over on the couch. "Come sit."Kieran sat. The apartment was quiet the way it only got very late, the street outside having given up on noise for the night, just the occasional car going past somewhere further away.They sat t

The Naming

Maya wasn't coming until six. At five-fifteen the apartment was wrapped in the kind of quiet that only existed before life changed forever. The overnight bags rested beside the front door, packed and repacked so many times that Kieran could no longer remember what was actually inside them. Tiny blankets, newborn clothes, paperwork, snacks, chargers everything should have been there. Should. He stood in the bathroom holding Dr. Chen's checklist for the fourth time, staring at the words without really reading them. His mind usually worked with comforting precision. Today it felt wonderfully, hopelessly unreliable. Had he packed the second folder? The spare swaddles? He couldn't remember. A soft whistle from the kettle drifted in from the kitchen. Giving up with a quiet laugh, Kieran folded the list and slipped it into his pocket. "If I've forgotten something," he murmured to himself, "we'll survive." Today wasn't about being perfectly prepared. Today was about meet

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