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61. A Tiny Pair of Shoes

Claire's POVFor several minutes after we left the clinic, neither Damien nor I said very much.It wasn't because we didn't have anything to say. If anything, there was too much. Every thought seemed too big to fit into words, so we simply walked side by side through the parking lot, each of us holding a copy of the ultrasound picture as though it were the most precious thing we'd ever owned.I must have looked down at mine a dozen times before we even reached the car.It was only a black-and-white image filled with blurry shapes that probably wouldn't mean much to anyone else, but I already knew exactly what I was looking at.Our baby.The first photograph we'd ever had of the tiny little person who had already managed to change both our lives.I smiled to myself as I studied it again and without warning, my shoulder bumped into Damien's."Oh!" I looked up just in time to see him lower his own ultrasound picture with an expression that mirrored my surprise."I'm sorry," we said at ex

62. Buying baby stuff

Claire’s POVThe moment I stepped through the boutique's front door, I forgot how to breathe. Everything inside seemed... smaller than it had looked through the window.Soft instrumental music drifted quietly through the shop while shelves lined with tiny knitted blankets, stuffed animals and miniature clothes stretched across the room. The air carried the faint scent of baby powder mixed with fresh cotton, and somewhere near the back of the store an elderly woman was helping an expectant couple choose a stroller.I stood just inside the entrance, turning slowly in a circle. "I don't think I've ever seen anything so tiny."Damien smiled as he locked the car and joined me. "I had a feeling that might be your first reaction."I wandered toward the nearest display almost without thinking. Rows of little knitted hats rested neatly in wicker baskets. Some had tiny ears stitched onto the top and others were decorated with little stars or clouds.I picked up one no bigger than both my hands.

63. Almost Normal

Claire's POVThe following morning arrived quietly, wrapped in soft sunlight that spilled through the floor-to-ceiling windows and painted long golden stripes across the living room floor.For the first time since I'd woken up in the hospital, I found myself wandering around the penthouse without hesitating at every doorway. I still couldn't remember living here, but I was beginning to know the place in a different way. Each room no longer felt like it belonged to strangers. Instead, it felt like a story I was slowly reading one page at a time.The room where we will do the nursery was the first room I visited. I stepped inside, smiling the moment my eyes found the tiny pair of baby shoes resting neatly on the shelf exactly where we'd left them last night when Damien told me he wanted to make this room into the nursery..They looked impossibly small.I walked over and gently picked one up, turning it over between my fingers before laughing quietly to myself."I still think you're plan

64. Finding each other again

Claire’s POVI stepped away from the hallway before either of them noticed me listening and wandered back into the living room, giving them the privacy to finish whatever they needed to discuss.For several moments I simply stood beside the windows, watching the city spread out beneath me. The morning traffic had grown busier, tiny cars weaving between intersections while people hurried along the sidewalks with takeaway coffees in their hands. Somewhere down below, life was moving at its usual frantic pace.Inside the penthouse, everything felt slower and gentler. I was still watching the streets below when I heard Emma laugh. A few seconds later she appeared from the hallway carrying an empty coffee mug.The moment she saw me, her face brightened. "There you are."I smiled. "I was trying not to interrupt.""You wouldn't have." She walked into the kitchen, rinsed her mug beneath the tap and leaned comfortably against the counter. "He's buried in paperwork already."I laughed softly. "

65. Tiffany

Tiffany's POVBy the time Friday afternoon rolled around, I had stopped believing Damien's decision to work from home was temporary.At first, I'd convinced myself it was nothing unusual because he'd been through a great deal over the past few weeks. Losing Claire, arranging a memorial, returning to work while trying to hold Laurent Group together... anyone would need time to recover but that explanation had worn thin.Damien Laurent wasn't the kind of man who hid from his company. If anything, he buried himself in work whenever life became difficult. He was always the first person through the office doors every morning and usually the last one to leave at night.Now he hadn't set foot in the building for days. Every meeting had become a video conference. Every document was being delivered to him instead. Every request went through Emma.I sat behind my desk staring at my inbox, but I hadn't read a single email in almost ten minutes. Something wasn't right.My eyes drifted toward Dami

66. An Unexpected Visitor

Tiffany’s POV I tightened my grip on the steering wheel as traffic crawled through the late afternoon rush, trying to convince myself I was being ridiculous.He was working from home that was all. Executives did it every day. There was nothing suspicious about it. Nothing that justified the uneasy feeling twisting itself tighter and tighter inside my chest yet no matter how many times I repeated those words in my head, they refused to settle.Something had changed and I just couldn't figure out what.By the time I pulled into the underground visitor parking, I'd almost talked myself into turning around and driving straight home.Instead, I reached into the passenger seat, picked up the slim leather portfolio containing Monday's board documents and climbed out of the car.The familiar concierge looked up as I crossed the marble lobby. "Good afternoon, Miss Collins."I offered him an easy smile. "Good afternoon.""Here to see Mr. Laurent?""I've brought a few documents he needs before

67. The Nursery

Claire's POVNearly three weeks had passed since our ultrasound appointment, and somewhere along the way the penthouse had stopped feeling like a place I was borrowing from another version of myself.It hadn't happened all at once.There hadn't been a single morning when I'd woken up and suddenly remembered where everything belonged or felt as though I had reclaimed the life I'd lost.Instead, it had happened quietly, one ordinary moment after another.The notebook Emma had given me now rested permanently on the coffee table, its once-empty pages slowly filling with little discoveries about the woman I used to be and the woman I was becoming.The calendar hanging near the dining room no longer made me sad every time I looked at it. Instead of reminding me of everything I'd forgotten, it reminded me that life kept moving forward.Even Maria had somehow become part of my new routine. She arrived every Monday, Wednesday and Friday with grocery bags in one hand and opinions in the other,

68. The crib

Claire’s POV Three days later, Damien's prediction came true. The intercom buzzed just after ten that morning while we were finishing our coffee.Damien reached for the receiver beside the kitchen island, listening for a moment before a smile spread across his face. "I believe our living room is about to disappear."I looked at him curiously. "The delivery?"He nodded. "The concierge says there are several men downstairs asking where they'd like to put the mountain of boxes."I laughed, setting my mug in the sink. "I don't remember ordering a mountain.""I think the website used very flattering photographs."A few minutes later the front door opened, and one delivery man after another carried flat-packed boxes into the penthouse. They stacked them neatly in the living room until cardboard seemed to occupy every available space.I stared at the pile in disbelief. "I don't remember it looking quite this big."Damien folded his arms beside me. "I suspect the photographs were taken from

69. The Photograh

Claire's POV The nursery door closed softly behind us, and for a few seconds Damien and I simply stood in the hallway without saying anything. My hand was still resting over my stomach, almost as though I was afraid that if I moved it, the tiny flutter we had felt would disappear completely. I could still feel the memory of it in my palm even though the movement itself had stopped. I looked at Damien and found him watching me with that same stunned expression he'd had when the baby moved beneath our hands. There was something almost boyish about the way he looked, something I hadn't seen often since I had woken up in the hospital. It made him seem less like the intimidating businessman everyone else seemed to know and more like a man who had just been given something he wasn't sure he deserved. "I think our baby boy likes you," I said, smiling. His eyebrows lifted. "You've decided it's a boy now?" "I didn't decide anything." "You just called the baby 'he.'" I looked down at my

70. The Kiss

Claire’s POVThat, more than anything, made my heart beat faster.Damien remained where he was, close enough that I could see the small movement of his chest as he breathed, but he didn't reach for me. He didn't try to turn what I'd said into something bigger than it was. He simply looked at me, and there was something almost unbearably careful in his expression.I lowered the photograph onto the bedside table. "You're doing it again."His eyebrows drew together slightly. "Doing what?""Looking at me like that."A faint smile touched his mouth. "I'm trying not to.""Why?""Because I'm not sure what you're thinking."I folded my arms loosely across my chest. "You could ask.""I could.""But you're not.""Because I don't want you to feel pressured into giving me an answer just because I want one."I stared at him for a moment. "You really are different from the man I remember being told about."His expression softened. "You haven't been told much about me.""I've been told enough.""By

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