Bill’s POVI grip her hips, lining myself up with her entrance. "Are you ready?" I ask.She looks back at me, her eyes filled with desire. "Yes, Bill. I need you," she whispers.I push into her slowly, feeling the tightness of her pussy enveloping me. The sensation is overwhelming, and I let out a l
Bill’s POVSerena stands before me in the sleepwear I brought her last night. Her hair is tied in a loose bun, a few strands framing her face. Her cheeks are a soft pink, giving her a radiant glow."Did you sleep well?" she asks, setting a plate in front of me."Yeah," I reply, still a bit dazed. "B
Serena’s POVEven though yesterday was mentally exhausting with the court hearing, there's no time to rest. The shop is alive with activity. Stevie and a few of the interns are helping customers, while the rest are working with me on the summer collection. The designs are almost finished, but we st
Serena’s POVI try to focus on the sketch in front of me, but my mind keeps wandering back to my phone. The design needs to be perfect — Taylor will be wearing this piece, and it has to stand out. I sketch a few lines, erase them, and then sketch again.I glance at my phone for what feels like the
Serena’s POVI'm in front of the mirror, trying to find something that fits just right with my growing bump. Stevie's sitting on the bed, giving each dress the once-over like she's the fashion police.The first dress I try on is a tight little number. Stevie wrinkles her nose. "Nope, too sexy. You'r
Serena’s POV"Calvin, I... I think you already know where this is going."He nods slowly, his eyes never leaving mine. But he doesn't say anything, just waits for me to continue.The silence is killing me, but I have to do this. For both of us."Calvin, I — ""Serena, please. Just tell me one thing
Bill's POV"I thought I'd surprise you," I say. "I've been thinking about you all day.”I hand Serena the bouquet of pink lilies and notice she looks a bit tense. She must've had a long day.With a smile, she takes the bouquet. “Oh, they're lovely. Thanks," she says softly, her fingers brushing agai
Bill's POVWe stumble down the hallway, still caught up in each other. I lift Serena into my arms, making her laugh softly against my lips. I carry her through the door, her arms wrapped around my neck, pulling me closer. The door shuts behind us, but we barely notice. I gently lay her down on the
Stevie’s POVDay two of bed rest, and I’m already losing my mind.I’ve tried everything—scrolling through social media, half-watching a documentary about deep-sea creatures, even flipping through one of Calvin’s absurdly expensive coffee table books about architecture. None of it sticks. My brain is
Serena’s POVWalking into Stevie’s hospital room feels like stepping into a warzone after the battle has already ended. She’s lying back against a mountain of pillows, looking pale but steady, her hair messy in a way that she’d normally complain about. Calvin is by her side, of course, holding her h
Calvin’s POVThe hospital room is too quiet, the kind of silence that makes every beep of the monitor feel like a gunshot. Stevie’s asleep, her face pale and fragile in a way that makes my chest ache.I step out into the hallway, the sound of my shoes echoing on the sterile floor. My phone is alread
Stevie’s POVI’m crouched on the floor, camera in hand, trying to get the perfect angle on the way the late afternoon light filters through the glass vase on my coffee table. The shadows spill across the hardwood in a way that makes me itch to capture it.“Almost got it,” I mutter to myself, leaning
Stevie’s POVThe smell of the takeout I ordered fills the apartment, mingling with the faint scent of lavender from the candle I lit earlier to make this whole situation seem less... intense. My stomach is doing somersaults, and it’s not because of the baby.I glance at my reflection in the microwav
Serena’s POVThe sound of laughter and clinking glasses fills the room, mingling with the faint hum of conversation. I lean against the edge of the kitchen counter, sipping sparkling water from a champagne flute and watching as Bill twirls Collin around the living room.“You’re going to wear him out
Calvin’s POVThe Lancaster estate feels colder than usual today, and it’s not because of the weather. The vaulted ceilings and polished marble floors echo with the tension that always seems to fill the air when the family gathers.This isn’t a casual dinner or a holiday reunion. It’s a “concerned di
Stevie‘s POV“Calvin, I can’t just say yes.”The words tumble out before I can stop them, hanging in the air between us. His eyes, which had been so hopeful, cloud over with something I can’t quite place—disappointment, maybe, or worry.We’re sitting in my apartment, the baby gear shoved into the co
Stevie‘s POVThe lens feels foreign in my hands at first, like it’s judging me for neglecting it for so long. I twist the focus ring back and forth, snapping shots of random things in my apartment: the pile of laundry I still haven’t done, the chipped paint on the windowsill, the vase of wilted dais