All Chapters of SHHH... PROFESSOR : Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

Juliet sat on the exam table in a paper gown that barely covered the full curve of her belly. Adrian stood beside her, holding her hand while the doctor moved the ultrasound wand in slow, practiced paths.“Both babies are head-down,” the doctor said with a smile. “Perfect position. Measurements look strong. You’re progressing faster than we expected. I wouldn’t be surprised if these two decide to arrive a little early.”Juliet glanced at Adrian. “How early?”“Possibly within the next two weeks,” the doctor answered. “Everything looks healthy. Just keep monitoring the usual signs and call us the moment anything changes.”They left the clinic with a new set of instructions and a quiet sense that the waiting was almost over. In the car, Juliet rested both hands on her stomach and felt the twins shift in response.“They’re ready,” she said.Adrian reached over and covered her hands with one of his. “Then we’ll be ready too.”That evening they stayed home. The nursery was finished. The hos

The hospital room was quiet except for the soft beeping of the monitors and the occasional small sound from the twins in their bassinet. Juliet had finally fallen into a deep sleep after the long labor and the emotional weight of the day. Her hair was still damp at the temples. One hand rested loosely on the blanket that covered her sore stomach.Adrian sat in the chair beside the bed with their son asleep against his chest. When the baby stirred and then settled again, he carefully transferred him back to the bassinet next to his sister. He stretched his tight shoulders and noticed Juliet’s laptop sitting on the side table. The notebook he had read from earlier was still open beside it.He only meant to close the laptop so the battery wouldn’t die. When his fingers brushed the trackpad, the screen lit up. A document was already open. The title at the top of the page read *Forbidden Lessons*. No author name. The cursor blinked in the middle of a paragraph.Adrian told himself he would

The twins were ten days old when Juliet finally felt steady enough to stay upright for more than an hour at a time. She sat on the living room couch with their daughter asleep against her chest. Adrian walked out of the nursery carrying their son, who had just finished a bottle. He looked tired in the good way—the kind of tired that came from feeding charts and late-night diaper changes instead of fear. “She’s out,” Juliet said softly, glancing down at the baby girl. “He’s fighting it,” Adrian answered. He sat beside her and rocked their son with the practiced motion they had both learned quickly. “Stubborn. I wonder where he gets that.” Juliet gave a quiet laugh. The sound still felt new in the apartment. For so long their home had held tension and whispered plans. Now it held bottle warmers and the soft creak of the rocking chair. When both babies were finally asleep in the bassinet they kept in the living room, Juliet reached for her laptop. She hesitated with her fingers

The twins were a month old when Juliet finally exported the finished manuscript.She sat on the living room floor with her laptop open on the coffee table. Both babies slept in the bassinet beside her after a long afternoon of feeding, fussing, and the particular exhaustion that came with two newborns. The apartment was quiet in the way it only became when both children slept at the same time. Soft afternoon light came through the window and landed across the rug.Adrian walked out of the kitchen carrying two mugs of tea. He stopped when he saw the screen.“You finished it,” he said.Juliet nodded without looking up. “I added the last chapter last night while you were giving them their bottles. The one where Lila and Damon get to keep each other. No more running. No more looking over their shoulders.”Adrian set the mugs down carefully and sat behind her on the floor. He stretched his legs out on either side of her so she could lean back against his chest. He rested his chin on her sh

The call with the agent lasted almost an hour.Juliet sat on the couch with her laptop open on the coffee table and both twins asleep in the bassinet a few feet away. The apartment was quiet in that rare, precious way that only happened when both babies slept at the same time. Adrian sat beside her, close enough that their shoulders touched. He had one arm stretched along the back of the couch behind her. Melissa Grant’s voice came through the laptop speaker, warm and fast with the kind of excitement that made Juliet’s stomach tighten.“The manuscript is strong,” Melissa said. “The heat is addictive, the emotional stakes feel earned, and the ending lands in a way that feels satisfying instead of convenient. I already have two editors who have asked to see it the moment I have your go-ahead. There’s only one small note from my side. The working title *Forbidden Lessons* is fine, but a couple of people think something sharper might help it stand out in the current dark-romance market. S