All Chapters of Claimed by his obsession : Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

Sophia's POVAt thirty-six weeks, the doctor started talking about signs to watch for, and Damien began checking my phone constantly, making sure it was always fully charged, always within reach."You're being paranoid," I said one evening, watching him plug my phone in for the third time that day."I'm being prepared," he said. "There's a difference.""That's exactly what Elijah says," I said, laughing."Elijah has good instincts sometimes," Damien said, settling beside me on the couch.I leaned into him, resting my hand on the impressive curve of my stomach."Only five more weeks," I said."Give or take," Damien said. "Babies come when they're ready, not on schedules.""Says the man who has a color-coded calendar for the delivery," I said."That's just being organized," he said, though he was smiling.Three days later, everything changed faster than anyone expected.I woke up at two in the morning with a sharp, unfamiliar pain, sitting up quickly in bed."Damien," I said, my voice t

Sophia's POVMei Ling turned four months old on a Sunday, and the family marked it the only way they knew how, with an enormous, unnecessary gathering that Remy insisted on calling a celebration rather than just a normal dinner."It's not her birthday," Elijah pointed out, watching Remy arrange flowers around the table."It's a milestone," Remy said firmly. "Four months of successfully existing deserves recognition.""Every month deserves recognition then," Elijah said. "This seems arbitrary.""Everything is arbitrary if you think about it too hard," Remy said. "Just help me with the centerpiece."I watched them from the kitchen, Mei Ling settled against my hip, already reaching curiously toward the noise and color of the dining room."Your uncles are ridiculous," I told her softly. "You'll learn that soon enough."She babbled something in response, delighted by the sound of her own voice, and I laughed, kissing her soft head.Damien found us there, coming up behind us both, kissing m

Sophia's POVMei Ling's first birthday arrived faster than I expected, the whole family gathering at Enough for the celebration, since I'd decided the foundation's growing community deserved to be part of it too.Priya arrived early to help decorate, bringing fabric bunting she'd designed specifically for the occasion."You didn't have to do this," I said, watching her carefully string it across the main room."I wanted to," she said. "This place means everything to me. Celebrating here feels right."By afternoon, the space was full, family mixing easily with the growing community of women the foundation had helped, their children playing together while the adults talked and laughed.Mei Ling, now walking unsteadily with Damien's careful guidance, toddled between familiar faces, delighted by all the attention."She's going to be spoiled," Dominic said, watching Remy present her with yet another gift."She's already spoiled," Elijah said. "This is just confirmation."Richard sat nearby

Sophia's POVOur son was born on a quiet spring morning, three weeks after June finished her second painting, arriving faster than Mei Ling had, as though he understood there wasn't time to waste."Wei Richard Black," Damien said softly, holding his son for the first time, tears streaming freely down his face. "Welcome to the world."We brought June to meet him the very next day, wheeling her carefully into the hospital room where she'd insisted on visiting despite her weakening condition."He's beautiful," she said softly, her voice barely above a whisper now, but her eyes were bright as she looked at the small bundle in Sophia's arms."Would you like to hold him?" I asked gently.She nodded, and we helped position him carefully in her arms, watching as she looked down at him with quiet, overwhelming tenderness."Wei Richard," she said softly. "Strong names for a strong little boy.""Named after people who taught us how to keep trying," Damien said quietly. "Even when it's hard."Jun

Sophia's POVTen years after that first night in Damien's kitchen, we celebrated Enough's tenth anniversary with a gathering larger than any we'd held before.The main location had grown into a proper campus now, three buildings connected by gardens Remy had insisted on designing personally, each space serving different needs, counseling offices, job training centers, childcare facilities for mothers rebuilding their careers.Mei Ling, now fourteen and taller than I'd expected, stood proudly beside her own small addition to the photo wall, a section she'd curated herself over the past year, documenting younger women the foundation had recently helped, her photography skills developed through careful mentorship from one of our newer staff members."I picked each one myself," she told a visiting journalist, her voice carrying the same careful confidence I remembered developing myself, years ago, in much harder circumstances. "I wanted people to see that helping others isn't something yo