All Chapters of Sleepless In His Bed, Pregnant By His Name : Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

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CHAPTER ELEVEN

Talia sat stiffly in the backseat of the sleek black SUV, arms folded, lips pressed tight. The twins, Zane and Luna, were fast asleep in their carriers beside her, oblivious to the emotional storm brewing in their mother's chest.Up front, Ethan was silent. His grip on the wheel was tight, his jaw clenched, but his eyes flicked toward the rearview mirror every few seconds, checking on her. Always checking. As if she might vanish.She wanted to vanish."You didn't have to do this," she muttered, not looking at him."I'm not arguing about this again," he replied calmly. "My children are not going to be raised in that cramped apartment with a leaking ceiling and barely working plumbing."She rolled her eyes. "My home, Ethan. That cramped apartment was my home."He didn't respond. Instead, he pulled into a private driveway that curved through trees and flowers that looked like they were straight out of a painting.Talia's jaw slackened as the mansion came into view."Jesus," she breathed.

CHAPTER TWELVE

The soft cries of Luna echoed through the sunlit nursery, her little fists balled up near her pink cheeks. Zane was already fast asleep in his crib, one hand up like he was about to give a dramatic monologue in his dreams. Talia leaned over the bassinet, gently patting Luna's back, her exhaustion clinging to her like a weighted blanket. Dark circles framed her eyes, her curls tied in a lopsided bun, and a muslin cloth tossed over her shoulder. Motherhood was beautiful, but it was war too, and she was a tired, underpaid soldier. Then the door creaked open. "I brought wipes," Ethan's deep voice rumbled from behind her. "And... uh, some snacks for you. I Googled what breastfeeding moms need." He stood awkwardly, holding a pack of wipes, a bunch of granola bars, and what suspiciously looked like a pineapple. Talia blinked at him. "You brought a pineapple?" "I panicked," he admitted, running a hand through his hair. "You like fruit... right?" She raised a brow. "So your billi

CHAPTER THIRTEEN

The glass walls of Wolfe Industries towered above Manhattan, a pristine reflection of the man who ran it, cold, calculated, and always in control.Ethan Wolfe stepped into the executive floor, his presence slicing through the air like a blade. His charcoal suit was tailored to perfection, jaw sharp with tension, and his silver watch gleamed as he adjusted the cuffs. "Morning, Mr. Wolfe," his assistant, Maya, greeted as she trailed behind him, clutching a tablet."Status report," he said, not sparing her a glance."Board meeting at ten, lunch with the Barclay investors at one, and the new prototype designs are waiting in your office," she recited."Cancel the lunch. Reschedule the board meeting to tomorrow. And tell legal to tighten the NDAs with our overseas designers," he said crisply."Yes, sir."The doors to his office slid open with a hush. Ethan entered, and the mask he wore for the world slipped just a little. On his desk sat two printed photos, Luna yawning, her tiny fists cur

CHAPTER FOURTEEN

The sun filtered through the large windows of the art gallery turned temporary boutique, casting a warm glow over the racks of clothing and the buzz of eager visitors. Talia stood by her little corner display, smoothing out a bright, hand-painted jacket, her heart pounding with a mix of excitement and nerves."This is it, Talia! Your designs out in the wild!" Mia clapped her hands, eyes sparkling as she flitted around, chatting with visitors and making sure Talia's signature sassy flair was on full display. "Look at you, big-time fashion boss."Talia rolled her eyes but couldn't hide her grin. "Big-time? I'm still working the same two gigs I had last month, ma."Mia snorted. "Small steps, queen. Small steps."Just then, a woman approached the display, admiring a vibrant skirt. "These are gorgeous! Did you design all of these?"Talia straightened up, suddenly feeling the weight of the moment. "Yes, ma'am. Every stitch. It's been a journey, but I'm finally putting my heart on the line."

CHAPTER FIFTEEN

The clink of silverware echoed gently through the grand dining room, accompanied by soft coos from Luna in her high chair and Zane's enthusiastic babbles that only made Talia smile through bites of roasted salmon.Ethan, seated across from her, wore a crisp white button-down, sleeves rolled up, forearms flexing slightly as he helped Zane grip his baby spoon. It was strangely domestic. Almost too perfect. And it made Talia suspicious."I can't believe he's feeding them gourmet mashed carrots," Mia whispered beside her, leaning in as she nudged Talia's elbow. "Billionaire dad of the year, huh?"Talia smothered a laugh behind her napkin, "He probably owns the farm the carrots came from."Across the table, Ethan looked up, catching her eye. And smiled.It wasn't his usual CEO smirk. It was soft. Real.She looked away first, cheeks warming."Did I do something wrong?" Ethan asked, subtly shifting his attention from the twins to her."No," she replied quickly, stabbing at her food. "Just no

CHAPTER SIXTEEN

Talia sat by the window of Ethan's penthouse, the early morning light spilling through the glass, casting golden halos around the twins who lay curled beside her in their portable crib. Her sketchpad rested on her lap, but for once, her pencil was still. She wasn't just tired, she was emotionally tangled. The sex last night still lingered on her lips. It wasn't just sex. It was everything she was trying not to feel. She looked over her shoulder when she heard footsteps. Ethan. In grey sweatpants and a fitted black shirt, freshly showered, coffee in hand, looking like a million-dollar distraction. "Morning," he said, voice low and soft, as if trying not to disturb the babies. She gave a small nod. "Morning." He hesitated, then walked over and handed her the coffee. Their fingers brushed, and she hated the way it sent warmth up her arm. "You didn't sleep," he said, noticing the dark circles under her eyes. "Designing. Thinking," she replied simply. "About?" Talia shrugged. "Us.

CHAPTER SEVENTEEN

The mornings felt different now.Not just because Zane always woke up first, demanding a bottle with the screech of a tiny but mighty commander… or because Luna had decided her new favorite napping place was Ethan's chest while he tried to read emails.It was the quiet in between. The small, unspoken rhythm that had formed between Talia and Ethan, like a dance choreographed by late-night feedings, shared laughter, and glances that lingered a little too long.With Mia away for a short trip, the house had settled into a new kind of intimacy.No buffers. No distractions.Just them… and the twins… and a growing silence filled with something neither of them wanted to name yet.Talia walked into the kitchen one morning, her curls wild and bouncing, wearing his button-up shirt over her leggings. Ethan was already there, hair slightly tousled, bottle-warming duty in full swing.He looked up and smiled, one of those rare, crooked grins that she'd come to secretly love."You're up early," she s

CHAPTER EIGHTEEN

Talia hadn't expected Ethan to be home early. In fact, she had carved out the afternoon to pin fabrics, sketch quietly, and maybe chase the twins around the living room while half-talking to herself. But when she stepped out of her workroom and found Ethan crawling, literally crawling, on the carpet with Luna squealing in delight and Zane chewing on his father's Rolex, she blinked. "Okay," she said, arms crossed. "Should I pretend this is normal now?" Ethan looked up, not the least bit embarrassed. "It is normal. I've accepted that my boss is now two feet tall and runs the house with a pacifier in hand." Zane babbled something unintelligible, slapping Ethan's cheek like a thank-you. Talia smirked, shaking her head. "You know you have a board meeting in two hours, right?" "I do. And I'll walk in there with drool on my suit and pride in my heart." She chuckled and crouched next to Luna. "Well, the twins have clearly chosen their favorite." "Lies," Ethan whispered to Zane, w

CHAPTER NINETEEN

BREAKING: Billionaire Ethan Wolfe Spotted With Mystery Woman and Twins, Secret Family?The headlines were everywhere. Talia blinked at the screen of Mia's old tablet, her lips parting in disbelief as the photos scrolled. Ethan holding Luna against his chest. Zane in her arms. Her laughing, laughing, while Ethan pushed the twin stroller.She hadn't even noticed the camera flashes that day at the museum.Now? They were viral."God," she muttered, dragging a hand through her hair. "This is bad. So bad.""Correction," Ethan's voice came from behind her. "It's not bad. It's public."Talia turned, tablet still in hand. "We were supposed to be lowkey.""I didn't call the paparazzi," he said casually, walking into the kitchen like nothing was on fire. "They follow me. Comes with the billionaire curse."Talia narrowed her eyes. "You're enjoying this."A corner of his mouth twitched. "Maybe."She pointed at the screen. "They called me a *'mystery mistress with twins.'* Do you know how dramatic

CHAPTER TWENTY

Talia's phone wouldn't stop buzzing.Articles. Mentions. Fashion brands tagging her. Interviews being requested. Every moment of her day now carried the scent of change, sharp, fast, intoxicating.And terrifying.She stood by the nursery door, watching Ethan kneel beside Luna's crib, adjusting her blanket gently as if it were made of glass.She wasn't used to this kind of quiet devotion.She wasn't used to him.When she finally walked into her studio space which was technically Ethan's second guest room turned workshop, she found a note on her sewing table in Ethan's handwriting:"Good morning, future icon. I asked my friend at Vogue to hold off reaching out today, figured you might want to breathe. -E"Talia chuckled, pressing the note to her chest.God. How was he this thoughtful *and* still the most infuriating man she knew?Just as she sat down to resume stitching a new gown design, the door opened and Ethan stepped in, holding two cups of coffee.He handed her one wordlessly.The

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