Todos os capítulos de My Brother's Best Friend's Secret Baby: Capítulo 261 - Capítulo 270

Rosalie's POV I told Lucy on a Saturday morning while Aiden took Alessandro to the park. It was deliberate. I had asked him the night before if he could take Alessandro out for an hour Saturday morning, and he had said yes without asking why, which was one of the things I had come to rely on without ever pointing it out. He heard the request and did the thing without demanding an explanation first. Lucy was at the kitchen table with a book when I came and sat across from her. She looked up. She read my face with that quick assessment she gave to things she considered worthy of her attention. Then she set down her book and gave me her full attention, which meant she had already decided this was going to be a real conversation. "I want to tell you something," I said. "Okay." "We're going to have another baby." She was silent for a moment. Not the silence of someone processing a shock. The silence of someone filing the information and deciding where it belonged. "When?

Aiden's POV The twelve-week ultrasound was on a Tuesday morning. Dr. Oswell was running slightly behind, which left us waiting eleven minutes in the waiting room. The aquarium was still there. I hadn't been back in that waiting room since the paternity test, years ago, since Lucy had stood in front of that aquarium and told me I had the same eyes as her, then explained everything she knew about the fish. I looked at the aquarium and thought about that afternoon, about the distance between who I had been then and the man sitting in that chair now. Rosie was beside me, absorbed in her phone. She had that particular ease she had in waiting rooms, that calm, that ability to wait that I had always found difficult. She had learned to wait during the years when waiting had made up most of her existence. I had learned other things during those years, and waiting wasn't one of them. "The blue one is new," she said without looking up from her phone. I looked at the aquarium. Ther

Rosalie's POV October seemed possible. That was the specific thing I noticed in the weeks after the twelve-week ultrasound. Not that everything was easy, because it wasn't. I was tired in that deep, bone-deep way of someone growing another person while running a gallery, raising three children, and managing the ordinary complications of a full life. But October seemed possible in a way the first few weeks hadn't quite seemed possible, when the pregnancy had still been a secret, then a source of tension, then a conversation at the kitchen table, then coffee with hands resting on a table. Now, it was simply the next thing. The commission was taking shape. The Belgian collector had been precise about what he wanted, which made things easier rather than harder. Precise was something I could work with. I'd filled three sketchbooks with preliminary work, sketches, and color studies, and the large canvas I'd stretched for it was in the studio, waiting with that particular patience o

Rosalie's POV I had already called the journalist back by the time Aiden arrived at the gallery. I hadn't asked him to come. He had said he was coming when I called him from the car, as casually as if it were nothing, in the way he said it that made it clear the decision had already been made. He had made arrangements with my father for the children and he was coming. I didn't argue. The call with Daniel Osman had been brief. I told him I recognized the name. I confirmed that she had worked at the school during the period in question and that I knew her, at least superficially, as he had described. I told him I needed to review the entire correspondence before I could make any further official statements. He said he understood. He added that he would send me the complete document, not excerpts, before filing anything. I thanked him. I meant it. He had called me first. He hadn't been obligated to. The complete file arrived before Aiden. I sat at the desk in the back office

Aiden's POV Richard had an opening at nine the next morning. I went alone. Rosie had the gallery, while my father-in-law looked after Alessandro. Managing the schedules of four people couldn't wait for a legal consultation. I went to Richard's office with the complete file Daniel Osman had sent me, which Rosie had forwarded the night before after the children went to sleep. Richard read the document at his desk while I sat across from him. He read the way he always read important documents, all the way through and without comment, his expression remaining impassive. He finished, set down the tablet, and looked at me. "How long ago was the complaint against the school?" he asked. "Five years." He nodded. "That will be the first issue we address." He folded his hands on the desk. "Depending on the specific claims we're looking at, the statute of limitations on some of these matters may have expired. "Sarah knowingly participated in fabricating a complaint. That could fall