(Winona)I type out the message carefully, pausing after each sentence to make sure I haven’t missed anything. This appointment has to be airtight in terms of confidentiality—no chance of anyone finding out what it’s really about.W: Hi, I’d like to confirm an ultrasound appointment. Discretion is critical. Can you ensure my records are sealed and only accessible to me and the attending physician?The response comes quickly, and I feel a flicker of relief.Clinic: Of course, Mrs. Brennan. Your privacy is our utmost priority. We have a slot available tomorrow at 10 a.m. Will that work for you?W: Perfect. Thank you.I sit back and stare at the phone, the screen glowing in the soft afternoon light streaming through the cottage window. Tomorrow. Tomorrow, I’ll hear the baby’s heartbeat. And if everything’s okay. If.I type another message, this time to Jayden.W: Scan is tomorrow. 10am. U think u can pull off the magic plan?His reply comes a few minutes later, as calm and collected.J:
(Winona)I pull my coat tighter around me as I step into the clinic. The receptionist greets me with a polite nod. Her European accent is soft and welcoming.I manage a small smile, keeping my face calm even though my heart feels like it’s going to break out of my chest.Trying to be calm is pretty impossible right now.Everything about this appointment feels monumental. Not just the ultrasound, but what it means. Jayden will be here. Secretly. I need him to be here, but I don’t know what it means as far as our marriage goes.There’s an emotional gap that will remain until we get past what happened after he attacked Lance. We’ve pinned it for now. More Barnaby advice.The receptionist directs me down a hallway, and I follow her to the waiting room. The clinic is quiet, secluded—perfect for what we need.I sit down, clutching my bag. Jayden isn’t here yet, but I know he’ll find a way. That’s who he is lately. A man who delivers. Even when I’ve shattered his trust. Even when he may no
(Jayden)Winona is staring at me like a deer in the headlights.“Do we want to know the gender? Do you?” I ask her gently.“I… I’m not sure. It makes this baby even more real than the heartbeat. If anything happens…”I take her hand now wanting to help her emotional turmoil. I can’t imagine how hard growing a baby inside you is if you then lose that baby. But I don’t want her to regret anything if that does happen.“The baby is real.”“I know that.”“This is your choice. I’ll support you. Under the circumstances, maybe knowing, naming and connecting with the baby is something you’d be thankful for, if the worst happens.”She stares at me and I can see the wheels turning in her head. “So, celebrate the baby now and focus on the positive…?”“If we lose the baby are you going to feel better or worse if you never made that connection? Maybe you don’t even have to decide right now.”“Oh, the ultrasound isn’t needed for the gender. That is already stated in the prenatal blood testing when y
(Jayden)“Jayden,” she greets warmly as I approach the table. “You look well.” “Thanks, Mother,” I reply with a smile, leaning in to kiss her cheek. “You look as perfect as ever. Still setting the standard.” She beams at the compliment, her eyes studying me closely. “Flattery, Jayden? You must want something.” I laugh lightly as I take my seat. “Do I need a reason to compliment you? You’re my mother. It’s been too long.” Her expression softens slightly, but I can tell her mind is working overtime. Judy doesn’t take things at face value. The waiter appears, pouring wine for us both.“I took the liberty of ordering ahead. Like old times. This wine I discovered on my travels here. It’s excellent.”I lift the glass, swirling it absently. “To new beginnings,” I say, raising it toward her. Judy’s lips curl into a satisfied smile, and she clinks her glass against mine. “To new beginnings.” “You’re settling into London nicely, I hope?” she asks, taking a delicate sip of wine. “It’s be
(Cass)The lobby of Nexus Global is even more intimidating than I expected. It’s all glass, steel, and people who look like they belong on the cover of a magazine—or maybe the board of a billion-dollar corporation.My black boots click against the polished marble floors as I stride to the front desk, my confidence an armor against the stares I’ve already started to attract. Like no one’s seen tatts and piercings in Brussels before.The receptionist barely glances at me. She’s a perfect match for the surroundings—sleek hair, immaculate makeup, and a suit that probably costs more than my rent back home.“May I help you?” she asks, her tone sharp and dismissive.“I’m here to see Jayden Brennan,” I say, keeping my voice steady.“Do you have an appointment?” Her fingers hover over the keyboard, but she doesn’t make a move to type anything.“No, but I’m family,” I reply.She gives me a once-over, taking in my tattoos, piercings, and black-on-black outfit. Her lips tighten. “I’m sorry, but M
(Winona)I’ve spent the last hour booking flights, organizing the kids’ documents, and triple-checking every detail. The tickets are locked in—direct to the States, first class, in three days.I figure we just get it done instead of stopping and starting. After Jayden’s texts last night, the sooner the better. His concern over Judy’s obsession with getting Abby and Henry off me, aren’t misplaced. Judy has always wanted Abby to herself and Jayden.No doubt that extends to Henry, being Jayden’s blood. She and Ashlyn tried to make me look unfit to be a mother. Almost happened too. For a while Abby lived with her. I cannot let that happen again.In the states I have the no-contact order in place. Here, is a different story. If I was in doubt about traveling before, I’m not now. Dr. Klein has said sooner rather than later for the baby and Dr. Green has echoed that in an email.Anyway, the flights are booked and I’ll have top medics with me.The doorbell rings, pulling me from my thoughts.
(Winona)Once the initial shock of Cass’s arrival wears off, we settle in the living room with mugs of tea. It feels surreal to have her here after worrying, wondering where she was and what she was going through. But now that she’s sitting across from me, her usual confidence muted, I know there’s more to this visit than just a surprise reunion. I study her quietly as she stirs her tea, the spoon clinking against the ceramic mug. She’s always been a mix of chaos and charm, but today, there’s a somber edge. And she’s so thin, like she hasn’t eaten properly in months.“Cass,” I say softly, breaking the silence. “What’s going on? Why are you here now?” Her eyes flick up to meet mine, and for a moment, I see the battle raging inside her. “I needed to see you,” she says simply, setting the spoon down and wrapping her hands around the mug. “I’m glad you’re here. But what about your job back home? There’s more to this, isn’t there?” She sighs, leaning back against the couch. “You alway
(Cass)Henry’s little giggles fill the room as I kneel on the floor, arms wide open. “Come here, you big guy!” I say, trying to keep my voice steady, but damn, my throat feels tight seeing how much he’s grown.He crawls over, with his big grin. He remembers me, and that makes me feel good. I know it’s only been a few months but he’s only an infant.I scoop him up, hugging him close as his baby scent fills my nose. It’s like a mix of milk and sunshine, and it nearly wrecks me.“Look at you, Henry,” I whisper. “You’re so big now.”He grabs my hair with his tiny hands, giggling. His face is brighter than I remember, more expressive. It’s like I’ve missed a lifetime in just a few months.Winona leans back, crossing her arms. “So, what’s your plan now that you’re here?”I shrug, leaning against the couch. “Find work. Maybe I’ll need a car when I get work. I have this.” I pull out the envelope Thierry gave me and place it on the table.“What’s that?” Winona asks, picking it up but not openi
(Jayden)The dimly lit bar in the private London club is quiet, the hum of low conversation and the occasional clink of glassware blending into the background.Judy sits across from me, her posture regal, her lips curling into a satisfied smile as she lifts her glass of aged scotch. “To freedom,” she says, raising her glass. “To freedom,” I echo, clinking my glass against hers. The burn of the whiskey is soothing. I lean back, feigning the relaxed confidence she expects from me. “You look better already,” Judy says, her eyes studying me intently. “You’re finally stepping into your potential, Jayden. It suits you.” “I’m finally seeing things clearly,” I reply, letting a small smirk tug at my lips. “Winona and her chaos? Gone. It’s liberating.” She laughs lightly, a sound that grates against my nerves. “I always knew you’d come around eventually. You deserve better than that mess of a woman.” “Maybe you’re right,” I say, swirling the amber liquid in my glass. “The kids, though… I’
(Cass)The chill of the air doesn’t bother me as I storm toward the cottage. My boots hit the gravel hard, and I clench my fists against the rising wave of emotions threatening to spill over.I know I did the wrong thing, but I’ve also come out the other end. I don’t need to hear judgment from anyone. My life has taken a turn for the better and nothing is going to take that from me.Viktor’s condescending tone still rings in my ears. Who the hell does he think he is? And Jayden—he’s acting like I’m the screw-up of the century. As if he hasn’t held that title long term.I hear the car door slam behind me and glance over my shoulder. Jayden’s long strides eat up the distance between us. “Cass, wait,” he calls out, his voice calmer than I expect.I don’t slow down. “What now? Come to lecture me some more?”“No,” he says, catching up and matching my pace. “I want to apologize.”I stop abruptly, turning to face him. “Apologize? Seriously?”“Yes.” His eyes meet mine, steady and sincere. “I
(Jayden) I take a moment to gather myself, wiping away the lingering traces of tears. The kids are gone. Winona is gone.“I’m going to miss them.” Cass glances up, her expression softening for a split second before she smirks. “Don’t go all sentimental on me now, Jayden.” She punches me lightly on the arm, but I grab her wrist before she can pull away. “Enough,” I snap, my tone sharp. Her eyes widen, but I don’t let go. “We’re going to talk. Now.” “Talk about what?” she mutters, trying to sound defiant, but I can see the cracks in her armor. “Everything,” I say flatly. “Not here. Come on.” I stand and motion for her to follow me. Reluctantly, she gets up, slinging her bag over her shoulder. I lead her out of the lounge and through the quiet airport corridors to the private exit where Viktor waits by the car.He’s leaning against the side, his sharp eyes scanning the area like a hawk. “Cass, meet Viktor,” I say, opening the car door. Her eyes narrow as she looks him up and down
(Winona)The private first-class lounge is quiet except for the staff. We bought out all of first-class seats for privacy and space to move around. With my entourage of medics, nanny and security, we need all the space we can get.The kids sit on the plush chairs, their legs swinging as they clutch their backpacks. Abby has her favorite stuffed puppy tucked under her arm, its floppy ears trailing as she drags it along the floor. She hasn’t let go of it since we left the cottage. I know this is hard on them. Even with the secret we are all keeping, leaving is going to be incredibly hard. We may be back to Brussels sometime but I don’t know if we’ll be back with the same family dynamic we started to build here.Jayden is striding along the floor towards the private lounge door. He’s dressed impeccably, as always, his broad shoulders rigid. He’s trying to hold it together, I can tell, and I know this isn’t easy for him.“Daddy!” Abby squeals, breaking the silence as she rushes toward h
(Winona)Chef Valois closes his office door with a deliberate click, gesturing for us to sit in the sleek chairs facing his massive desk. Cass sits down, clutching the letter like it might disappear. I take a seat beside her. “Let me explain why this is extraordinary,” Valois begins, leaning forward. “Henrik LaSalle doesn’t recommend people. Period. Not even his sous chefs. For him to write this...” He points to the letter. “...means you’ve done something remarkable.” Cass raises an eyebrow. “All I did was critique his soup.” Valois lets out a sharp laugh, shaking his head. “Critique his soup? Not possible.” Cass shrugs. “The waitress wouldn’t tell him, so I went in the kitchen and did it myself. Then he made me work my ass off. But he made the changes to every soup he sent after that. That’s all.” Valois stares at her like she’s just declared she wrestled a bear and won.“Henrik LaSalle is notoriously impossible to please. Do you know how many chefs have tried to earn his approv
(Cass)Henry’s little giggles fill the room as I kneel on the floor, arms wide open. “Come here, you big guy!” I say, trying to keep my voice steady, but damn, my throat feels tight seeing how much he’s grown.He crawls over, with his big grin. He remembers me, and that makes me feel good. I know it’s only been a few months but he’s only an infant.I scoop him up, hugging him close as his baby scent fills my nose. It’s like a mix of milk and sunshine, and it nearly wrecks me.“Look at you, Henry,” I whisper. “You’re so big now.”He grabs my hair with his tiny hands, giggling. His face is brighter than I remember, more expressive. It’s like I’ve missed a lifetime in just a few months.Winona leans back, crossing her arms. “So, what’s your plan now that you’re here?”I shrug, leaning against the couch. “Find work. Maybe I’ll need a car when I get work. I have this.” I pull out the envelope Thierry gave me and place it on the table.“What’s that?” Winona asks, picking it up but not openi
(Winona)Once the initial shock of Cass’s arrival wears off, we settle in the living room with mugs of tea. It feels surreal to have her here after worrying, wondering where she was and what she was going through. But now that she’s sitting across from me, her usual confidence muted, I know there’s more to this visit than just a surprise reunion. I study her quietly as she stirs her tea, the spoon clinking against the ceramic mug. She’s always been a mix of chaos and charm, but today, there’s a somber edge. And she’s so thin, like she hasn’t eaten properly in months.“Cass,” I say softly, breaking the silence. “What’s going on? Why are you here now?” Her eyes flick up to meet mine, and for a moment, I see the battle raging inside her. “I needed to see you,” she says simply, setting the spoon down and wrapping her hands around the mug. “I’m glad you’re here. But what about your job back home? There’s more to this, isn’t there?” She sighs, leaning back against the couch. “You alway
(Winona)I’ve spent the last hour booking flights, organizing the kids’ documents, and triple-checking every detail. The tickets are locked in—direct to the States, first class, in three days.I figure we just get it done instead of stopping and starting. After Jayden’s texts last night, the sooner the better. His concern over Judy’s obsession with getting Abby and Henry off me, aren’t misplaced. Judy has always wanted Abby to herself and Jayden.No doubt that extends to Henry, being Jayden’s blood. She and Ashlyn tried to make me look unfit to be a mother. Almost happened too. For a while Abby lived with her. I cannot let that happen again.In the states I have the no-contact order in place. Here, is a different story. If I was in doubt about traveling before, I’m not now. Dr. Klein has said sooner rather than later for the baby and Dr. Green has echoed that in an email.Anyway, the flights are booked and I’ll have top medics with me.The doorbell rings, pulling me from my thoughts.
(Cass)The lobby of Nexus Global is even more intimidating than I expected. It’s all glass, steel, and people who look like they belong on the cover of a magazine—or maybe the board of a billion-dollar corporation.My black boots click against the polished marble floors as I stride to the front desk, my confidence an armor against the stares I’ve already started to attract. Like no one’s seen tatts and piercings in Brussels before.The receptionist barely glances at me. She’s a perfect match for the surroundings—sleek hair, immaculate makeup, and a suit that probably costs more than my rent back home.“May I help you?” she asks, her tone sharp and dismissive.“I’m here to see Jayden Brennan,” I say, keeping my voice steady.“Do you have an appointment?” Her fingers hover over the keyboard, but she doesn’t make a move to type anything.“No, but I’m family,” I reply.She gives me a once-over, taking in my tattoos, piercings, and black-on-black outfit. Her lips tighten. “I’m sorry, but M