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Ava’s POVThe gunshot echoed like thunder in the small room. I screamed Ethan’s name as he staggered forward, blood blooming on his shirt. He didn’t fall. Instead he lunged at Clara, tackling her to the ground before she could fire again. The gun clattered across the concrete floor. Chaos exploded around us — Clara’s men rushing in, shouting, the sound of more footsteps from outside as the police finally broke through.The pain in my belly exploded at the same time. It clamped down hard, a deep, tearing vise that made my vision white out for a second. I cried out, my body jerking against the ropes. The baby’s kicks turned frantic, almost violent, like the little one knew we were in the middle of a war.“Ethan!” I gasped, tears streaming down my face. “The baby… it hurts so much…”He looked at me from the floor, his face twisted with pain and fury. Blood soaked his shirt, but he kept fighting, pinning Clara down with one arm while reaching for the gun with the other. “Hold on, Ava! I’m

Ava’s POVThe NICU lights were softer at night. I sat in the rocking chair beside the incubator, my hand slipped through the small opening so I could rest my fingers on our daughter’s tiny chest. She was so small, her skin almost translucent, but her heartbeat was steady under my touch. Every rise and fall of her little body reminded me how hard she had fought to get here.Ethan stood behind me, his hands on my shoulders, thumbs rubbing slow circles through the hospital gown. He hadn’t slept much since the rescue. The graze from the bullet was bandaged, but I knew the real wound was deeper — the fear of almost losing us.“She’s gaining a little weight today,” the nurse said quietly as she checked the monitors. “Her oxygen levels are holding steady. You’re both doing everything right.”I let out a breath I didn’t know I was holding. Ethan squeezed my shoulders gently. “Hear that, little one?” he murmured toward the incubator. “You’re already stronger than all of us.”We stayed like tha

Ava’s POVThe morning we left the hospital felt like stepping into a new world. The nurses had given us the all-clear after one last check. Our daughter’s oxygen levels stayed steady, she was gaining weight, and the doctor smiled when he signed the papers. Ethan carried the car seat like it held the most precious thing in the universe, which it did. I walked beside him slowly, still sore from the surgery, but every step felt lighter.The penthouse looked different when we arrived. Fresh flowers sat on the table, soft blankets draped over the new rocking chair in the nursery, and the walls had been painted in the pale cream we chose together. Sandra and Lila had clearly been busy. Ethan set the car seat down gently and lifted our daughter out, cradling her against his chest as if she might break.“Welcome home, little one,” he whispered, pressing a kiss to her forehead. She made a small cooing sound, and his face broke into the biggest smile I had ever seen.I moved to the nursery door

Ava’s POVThe terrace caught the late afternoon sun perfectly, golden light stretching across the tiles. I sat in the wide outdoor chair with our daughter nestled against my chest in a soft carrier. She had grown so much in these short weeks at home, her cheeks filling out, her eyes tracking movement more clearly. Ethan knelt in front of us, adjusting the tiny sun hat on her head even though the umbrella gave plenty of shade.“She likes it out here,” he said, his voice warm. He brushed a finger across her cheek and she turned toward his touch, making that small gurgling sound that always made my heart flip. “Good choice for the ceremony. Close enough to home but feels like a fresh start.”I smiled and reached for his hand. “It does. Small guest list, just the people who matter. No cameras, no pressure.”He sat beside me and pulled my legs across his lap, rubbing my calves with gentle pressure. The scar from the surgery still felt tight sometimes, but his touch helped loosen everything

Ava’s POVSix months later, the penthouse terrace was alive with the sound of laughter and the soft clink of glasses. Our daughter, now sitting up on her own with a tuft of dark curls and Ethan’s bright eyes, clapped her tiny hands at the colorful balloons tied to her high chair. She had just turned six months old, and we had gathered everyone to celebrate — not just her milestone, but the quiet victory of the life we had built together.I stood by the railing, watching Ethan chase her across the soft mat we had laid out. He got down on his hands and knees, making exaggerated growling sounds while she squealed and crawled away from him. Every time he caught her, he lifted her high and kissed her cheeks until she dissolved into giggles. The sight of them together still took my breath away.Sandra came up beside me, a glass of juice in her hand. Her other hand rested on the small bump just starting to show under her dress. “Look at him,” she said, smiling. “Who would have thought the ru