All Chapters of My Ex's Boss is My Baby's Father: Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

I walk down the aisle on Leo's arm. My son. My brave, wonderful son who insisted on this honor."I want to give you away," he said when we discussed who would walk me down the aisle. "You're my mom. I should be the one."Blair had offered. But Leo was right. This felt perfect.The garden chapel is exactly as I imagined. Thirty people. Small. Intimate. Everyone who truly matters.Riley and Margaret on one side. Tessy with her twins. Catherine. Clara. Sophie, Ana, and Margot from Paris. Blair and James with Emma.On Lucien's side: Marcus, his best friend and best man. A few colleagues from Cross Luxury Group who've become genuine friends. His lawyer. His assistant.No parents. Lucien's mother wasn't invited. Our father is long gone. This is our chosen family. People we've built relationships with. People who've earned their place.Charlotte walks ahead of us, scattering rose petals. She's in a white dress, beaming, taking her flower girl duties very seriously.And then I see him. Lucien

One month after the ceremony, we're preparing for the big reception. Five hundred guests. Fashion industry elite. The spectacle Lucien wanted.But first, we need to settle the honeymoon debate."Two weeks in the Maldives," Lucien proposes. "Private villa over the water. Just us.""I can't leave the children for two weeks. Charlotte is only three. I've never been away from her that long.""That's why we have Clara. She'll take excellent care of them.""I know she will. But I'll miss them. And they'll miss us.""It's our honeymoon. It's supposed to be romantic. Adults only. Time to focus on each other.""We've had time. We had the cottage in the Cotswolds. That was perfect.""That was three days. I want to actually go somewhere. Celebrate properly."We go back and forth. He wants exotic. I want accessible to the children. He wants romance. I want family."What if we compromise?" I suggest."How?""Family honeymoon. Somewhere beautiful but family-friendly. We bring the kids. And Clara to

Six months after making Paris our primary home, I wake up nauseous.At first, I blame it on bad oysters from dinner. But when the nausea continues for three days, accompanied by exhaustion and tender breasts, I know.I'm pregnant.I buy a test at a pharmacy near our apartment. Take it in the bathroom while Lucien is at a meeting and the kids are at school.Positive.I stare at the two lines, processing. We talked about maybe having more children. Someday. Eventually. But we weren't trying. We were being careful. Mostly.I do the math. It must have happened in Greece. That night on the beach. Our actual wedding night.I should be happy. Lucien wanted this. Said he wanted to experience pregnancy with me properly this time.But I'm terrified. My career is finally stable. We're finally settled in Paris. The three-city rotation is working. Another baby complicates everything.I hide the test. Don't tell Lucien. Spend three days in denial.Clara notices. "Are you feeling alright? You look p

Three months after James is born, we have a court date. Leo's adoption finalization.We've been his legal guardians for over a year. But today makes it permanent, official, irreversible.Leo is nine now. Old enough to understand what's happening. Old enough to have opinions.We dress formally. Lucien in a suit. Me in a dress that accommodates my still-recovering post-pregnancy body. Leo in clothes he picked himself—nice pants, button-up shirt, his favorite sneakers."Do I have to wear dress shoes?" he asks."No. This is your day. Wear what makes you comfortable."Blair meets us at the courthouse. She's required to be there, to officially relinquish her parental rights."How are you feeling?" I ask her."Emotional. Happy. Sad. Everything at once.""You can still back out. If you're not sure—""I'm sure. This is right. For Leo. For all of us."We enter the courtroom. Judge Martineau presiding. She's known for family law cases, for understanding complexity and nuance."We're here for the

Marcus Cross came home to a household that was not ready for him, despite everyone's best efforts to be ready.Leo had cleaned his room without being asked, which had never happened before in the history of his nine years on earth. The twins had made a welcome home card that was mostly scribble with what might have been a baby drawn in the corner, or possibly a potato. Clara had stocked the refrigerator, organized the nursery, and created a color-coded schedule that covered feeding times, school pickups, Lucien's travel dates, and Chloe's post-show obligations for the next six weeks. The schedule was laminated.By the end of the first week, the schedule was in the recycling bin.Marcus did not care about schedules. Marcus cared about eating, sleeping for exactly forty-five minutes at a stretch, and being held. Preferably all three simultaneously, which was not physically possible, a fact he found unacceptable."He's angry," Leo observed, standing in the nursery doorway at two in the mo