Sleepless In His Bed, Pregnant By His Name のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 31 - チャプター 40

The morning air at the Wolfe residence buzzed with quiet energy. Talia, dressed in a sleek black loungewear set, was hunched over her sketchpad at the dining table while Luna clutched her leg, babbling nonsense, and Zane snored softly in his bassinet nearby.It was the first peaceful moment in three days.Until Mia burst through the front door like a whirlwind."Okay, don't freak out," she said, dramatically tossing her bag onto the couch.Talia blinked, already bracing herself. "You can't say that and expect me not to freak out."Mia shoved her phone in Talia's face.A headline glared back at her from the screen:"CEO Ethan Wolfe's Baby Mama or Gold Digger? Inside the Real Story Behind Talia James."Talia's stomach dropped.There were photos, some from the pop-up event, others clearly taken outside the Wolfe residence. A shot of her entering Ethan's car. One blurry photo of them kissing in a park. Another of her carrying the twins, looking exhausted."She did this," Talia whispered.

Talia was having one of her best mornings in weeks.The twins were finally syncing their naps (miracle), Mia had returned with her loud commentary and even louder coffee (blessing), and her latest sketch collection was being prepped for shipment to an exclusive showroom in New York, career goal unlocked.Life, in that moment, was good.Until Mia stormed into the kitchen, phone in hand, face pale."Talia. Don't scream."Talia froze, holding Luna against her chest. "Why would I scream?""Because Vanessa Hart just leaked your entire financial history online."Talia blinked."What?"Mia shoved the phone in her face.TALIA JAMES: BILLIONAIRE'S BABY MAMA OR GOLD DIGGER?Screenshots of old rent invoices. A cropped image of Talia's apartment eviction notice from over a year ago. A highlighted portion of a bank account summary that screamed -$187.92.Talia slowly sat down.Luna whimpered.Zane began crying from the next room.Mia's voice trembled. "They're trying to paint you as a social climb

The lights were blinding.Talia sat in the plush studio chair with Luna snuggled in her arms and Zane seated beside her, gripping a soft blue elephant. Across from her, Ethan Wolfe, impossibly polished in a dark suit, held himself with practiced ease. But the softness in his eyes was unmistakably reserved for her.This was not how she expected to spend her Tuesday morning."Welcome to Mornings with Clara," the host beamed. "Today, we're joined by one of the country's most powerful CEOs, Ethan Wolfe, and rising fashion sensation Talia James, and their adorable twins!"Cue camera pan to Zane, who blinked into the lens and promptly yawned. Luna offered a sleepy "Hi" and waved her tiny fist.Talia smiled nervously, wondering if her curls were still frizz-free or if Luna had yanked enough of them out during makeup.Clara leaned forward. "Okay, I have to ask. This story is straight out of a romance novel, fashion designer meets mysterious stranger, one-night connection, a double surprise, a

It was supposed to be a quiet day.Talia had planned a mini photo shoot for her upcoming maternity-inspired fashion line, featuring soft pastels, flowy silhouettes, and yes, Luna modeling a mini version of a jumpsuit with glittery butterflies. Ethan had cleared his schedule just to hang out at home with the twins, helping Zane stack blocks and pretending to be the world's most reluctant tea party guest.Mia, fresh from her trip, was lounging on the couch, tossing commentary from the sidelines like a talk show host."You're seriously telling me you got the brooding billionaire to drink pretend strawberry tea with his pinky up?" she whispered to Talia, who was adjusting the lighting for her shoot."He did it without blinking," Talia said smugly. "Fatherhood has him wrapped tighter than Luna's sparkly tutu."Ethan shot them a glare, ruined entirely by the tiara on his head and Zane climbing his back.It was bliss. Hilarious, sweet, chaotic bliss.Until the knock on the door came.Not the

The following morning in the Wolfe mansion came with a soft glow pouring through cream-colored curtains, birds chirping somewhere outside, and the delicious scent of French toast wafting through the air.Talia padded out of the bedroom barefoot, Zane in one arm, Luna still asleep in her crib. Her curls were pulled into a messy bun, oversized T-shirt hanging off one shoulder, and no makeup, just the pure glow of a mom on a mission for coffee.Ethan was already in the kitchen.Shirtless.Cooking.Talia.exe has stopped working.His back flexed as he flipped toast on the stove, muscles rippling beneath his tattoos, a towel slung over one shoulder, and an espresso cup in his hand like a walking contradiction between domesticity and sin.He glanced over his shoulder with a smirk. "Good morning, sunshine."Zane squealed in response, flailing his tiny fists."Your son approves of the view," Talia said, blinking like she wasn't having a full internal breakdown.Ethan turned, eyeing her lazily.