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CHAPTER 101: The Partnership Track Meeting

Monday morning. 9 AM.Senior partner meeting.I'd been summoned via email Friday evening, right after the Peterson verdict.Subject: Partnership Discussion - Luna SterlingMonday 9 AM. Conference Room A. Attendance mandatory.Sent by Richard Hartley.Of course.Now I sat outside the conference room. Waiting.Ten weeks, three days pregnant. Nausea manageable. Energy returning slightly.Still exhausted from the trial.Still processing the win.Still figuring out what came next.The door opened. Walter appeared."Luna. Come in."I stood. Smoothed my skirt. Walked in.---The conference room was full.All twelve senior partners. Sitting around the mahogany table.Richard at the head. Walter on his right. Patricia Chen on his left.Everyone else arranged by seniority and politics.I'd been here before. For my junior part

CHAPTER 102: The Complication

Week eleven. Tuesday afternoon.I was in a client meeting when it happened.Williamson Tech merger. Final negotiations. Big conference room. Eight executives. David Park presenting.I was taking notes. Contributing occasionally. Professional. Competent.Normal.And then I felt it.Wetness.I shifted in my chair. Ignored it.Probably nothing. Just pregnancy weirdness.The meeting continued.But the wetness didn't stop.I crossed my legs. Kept taking notes.Tried not to panic."Luna?" David said. "Your thoughts on the Delaware incorporation?""I think—"Another gush.Definitely not nothing.I stood up. Too fast.Everyone looked at me."Excuse me. Bathroom. One moment."I walked out. Calmly. Professionally.Made it to the hallway.Then ran.---In the bathroom, I locked the stall door.Pulled down my pants.

CHAPTER 103: Bed Rest

Wednesday morning. Day one of bedrest.I hated it already.I was lying in bed. Clean pajamas. Pillows propped. Water on the nightstand.Marcus had set everything up before leaving for a "quick grocery run."That was an hour ago.I was bored.Restless.Going insane.I reached for my phone. Opened my email.347 unread messages.I started scrolling."Absolutely not."Marcus stood in the doorway. Grocery bags in hand. Stern expression."I was just checking—""No checking. No working. No email. Doctor's orders.""She said rest. Not isolation.""She said REST. Which means no work stress.""But the Williamson merger—""Is being handled by David and the team. Jenny texted me. Everything's covered.""Jenny texted YOU?""She gave me her number. Said to keep you away from work at all costs.""Traitor.""Ally. Now, put the phone do

CHAPTER 104: The Return

Monday morning. Week twelve.First day back at work.I stood in front of my closet, staring at my clothes.Nothing fit right.The black pants I'd worn three weeks ago? Didn't button.The pencil skirt? Laughable.Even my "professional but forgiving" dress was tight around the middle."Problem?" Marcus asked, already dressed for the hospital."I'm showing.""You're twelve weeks pregnant. That's normal.""But I can't hide it anymore. Everyone's going to know.""Everyone's going to find out anyway. You're a partner now. You can tell people.""I know. But telling people makes it real.""It's already real. There's a baby in there.""I know. But—""But you're scared."I sat on the bed. "I'm terrified. What if something goes wrong? What if the bleeding comes back? What if I tell everyone and then—"He sat beside me. "What if nothing goes wrong? What if you tell

CHAPTER 105: Sixteen Weeks

Four weeks later.Sixteen weeks pregnant.I stood in front of the mirror in my office bathroom.The bump was undeniable now.Not just bloating. Not just weight gain. A real, actual baby bump.I turned sideways. Ran my hand over it.Under my loose blouse, the curve was obvious."Hello in there," I whispered. "You're getting big."No response. Of course not. Too early for movement.But soon. Dr. Park said between 18-22 weeks for first-time moms.I couldn't wait.---The energy had returned.Around week 13, like magic, the exhaustion lifted.The nausea disappeared.I felt... human.Better than human. Energized. Focused. Alive."Second trimester glow," my mom had said over Sunday dinner. "Enjoy it. Third trimester brings different challenges.""Let me have this moment," I'd replied.And I was. Enjoying it.For the first time since getting pregnant,

CHAPTER 106: Anatomy Scan

Monday afternoon. 2 PM.Twenty weeks pregnant.Halfway point.I sat in the OB waiting room. Alone.Marcus had promised to be here.Promised."I'll be there. 2 PM. I won't miss this."It was 2:07.He wasn't here.I checked my phone. No messages.Called him. Voicemail.Of course."Luna Sterling?" the nurse called.I stood. Looked at the door one more time.Empty."Just me today," I told the nurse."Your husband couldn't make it?""He's a doctor. Emergency.""Ah. We get that a lot. Come on back."I followed her. Alone.Again.---In the exam room, I changed into the gown.Lay on the table.Stared at the ceiling.This was supposed to be a moment. A milestone.Twenty weeks. Halfway. The anatomy scan where we'd see everything.Fingers. Toes. Face. Heart. Brain.Our baby. Fully formed.And

CHAPTER 107: The Big Talk

Tuesday morning. 9 AM.I woke up alone.Marcus's side of the bed was empty. Covers pulled back. Pillow still dented.He'd slept here. At some point.But he was gone now.I got up. Walked to the kitchen.He was there. At the table. Coffee in hand. Medical journal open.Already working. Even on his day off."Morning," I said."Morning." He looked up. Dark circles under his eyes. "I made coffee. And there's bagels.""Thanks."I poured coffee. Sat across from him.We needed to talk.But neither of us wanted to start."How'd you sleep?" he asked."Fine. You?""Not great."Silence.He went back to his journal. I sipped coffee.This was us now. Strangers sharing a kitchen.Finally, I said: "We need to talk. Actually talk."He closed the journal. "I know.""You have all day off?""All day. No hospital. No calls. Just us.""Ok

CHAPTER 108: The Test

Week twenty-one.Day one of the new system.Wednesday evening. 6:45 PM.I got home from work. Put my bag down. Started making dinner.Pasta. Again. I needed to diversify my menu.My phone buzzed.Marcus: "Leaving hospital now. Home by 7:30. Want me to pick up anything?"I stared at the text.He was coming home. For dinner. Like he'd promised.Day one. Test one."Just you. See you soon.""See you soon."I set the table. Two plates. Two glasses. Two napkins.A married couple having dinner together.Revolutionary concept.At 7:28 PM, the door opened.Marcus. Still in scrubs. Tired but present."Hi," he said."Hi. You're early.""You said 7:30. It's 7:28.""You're early."He smiled. "Didn't want to be late. First day of the new system.""The system.""Our marriage schedule. Day one.""Right."

CHAPTER 109: Sustaining

Week twenty-three.Two weeks into the new system.It was holding. Mostly.Marcus had made it to six dinners. Missed one due to emergency surgery.Two full Sundays together.Daily check-ins every night.And today—Wednesday, 2 PM—our twenty-four week OB appointment.Together.I sat in the OB waiting room. Alone.Marcus had promised to be here.Promised."I'll be there. 2 PM. I won't miss this."It was 2:03.He wasn't here yet.My stomach tightened.He'd promised. Non-negotiable. Every appointment.2:05 PM.Still nothing.I checked my phone. No messages.Called him. Voicemail.Of course.2:07 PM."Luna Sterling?" the nurse called.I stood. Looked at the door one more time.Empty."Can I wait a few more minutes? My husband—""We're running behind. We need to take you now."Dammit.

CHAPTER 110: Twenty-Eight Weeks

Wednesday. 2 PM.Twenty-eight week appointment.Third trimester officially started.I sat in the waiting room. Marcus beside me.On time. Both of us.He'd blocked off his entire afternoon. Told Harrison it was non-negotiable.No surgeries scheduled. No emergencies allowed.Well, allowed. But covered by someone else.Progress."Nervous?" he asked."About the glucose test? A little.""Why?""Because if I fail, I have gestational diabetes. Which means diet restrictions. Blood sugar monitoring. Possible insulin.""You won't fail.""You don't know that.""You're healthy. Active. You'll be fine.""Luna Sterling?" the nurse called.We stood. Walked back together.---In the exam room, the nurse handed me a bottle.Orange liquid. Thick. Sweet-smelling."Glucose drink. You have five minutes to finish it. Then we wait an hour and draw blood."

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