Mia's POVConsciousness returned slowly, like swimming up through dark water. My head felt thick and heavy, the pain dulled by whatever medication they'd given me yesterday. The darkness remained absolute - not the normal darkness of a closed room or nighttime, but something complete and impenetrable.A subtle movement of air touched my skin as someone shifted nearby. Then I caught it - that familiar scent of expensive cologne mingled with something uniquely Kyle. My other senses seemed to have sharpened to compensate for my lost vision, making his presence almost painfully clear.I tried to push myself up, my hands uncertain on the unfamiliar hospital sheets. Immediately, I felt Kyle move closer, the mattress dipping slightly as he leaned in."Careful," his voice came from my left, rough with what sounded like sleep. He must have been dozing in the chair beside my bed. "Let me help you sit up.""I can manage," I said.His hands were gentle but firm as he helped adjust my position, ar
**Mia's POV**Darkness has its own texture. By my fourth day without sight, I'd learned its subtle variations—the soft darkness of early morning, different from the heavy darkness of midnight. The doctors kept assuring me it was temporary, just my body's response to stress and dangerously high blood pressure. But knowledge didn't make the fear less real.The gentle chime of my phone cut through my thoughts. I fumbled for it, fingers finding the smooth glass by muscle memory. After three days of practice, I'd finally mastered the voice commands."Hey gorgeous!" Scarlett's voice filled my room through the text-to-speech function. "The contractors need final approval on those therapy room colors. Want to grab lunch and go over samples?"My throat tightened. I hadn't told her about my condition. Scarlett had already taken on so much—coordinating with suppliers, reviewing materials, attending site meetings on my behalf."Sorry, swamped with deadlines," I dictated carefully. "Can you handle
**Mia's POV**"Mia?" His voice confirmed my guess. "Mind if I come in?""Of course not," I said, automatically turning my face toward his voice. The darkness that had become my constant companion pressed in around me."I was starting to worry," he said, settling into what sounded like the chair beside my bed. "You haven't responded to any messages about the children's center."A small laugh escaped me despite everything. "Am I that predictable?""Let's just say I've noticed you're not the type to leave work messages unanswered." His tone held gentle amusement. "Even at three in the morning.""I didn't realize I was so transparent," I said, feeling heat rise in my cheeks. "Though we haven't known each other long, it seems you've figured me out pretty well.""Professional dedication is easy to spot." Papers rustled - he must be reviewing my charts. "Speaking of which, I have talked with your doctor. And I have some good news about your condition."My hands twisted in the blanket. "Oh?"
**Mia's POV**"Your vision is definitely improving," Dr. John said as he clicked off his penlight. "Though I have to say, you're recovering faster than expected."I blinked away the afterimages from the examination. "Fast enough to go home?""Eager to escape?" He raised an eyebrow, making another note on my chart."I have materials I need from my room." I tried not to fidget. "And hospital lighting isn't exactly ideal for design work.""Already thinking about work?" He gave me that knowing look doctors seem to perfect in medical school. "Why am I not surprised?"" I managed my best innocent smile. "Please? I'll take it easy, I promise.""Hmm." He studied my chart for what felt like ages. "Blood pressure is stable... vision improving... alright. But there are conditions.""Anything.""Minimal screen time. No driving - get a car service if you need to go somewhere. Sunglasses outside, no exceptions - your eyes will be sensitive for a while." He fixed me with a stern look. "And if you ex
Mia's POVI adjusted my sunglasses, carefully arranging sketches across my desk. Doctor's orders were clear about resting my eyes, but I couldn't help tweaking the children's center designs. Just a few small changes, I told myself."I knew it!" Scarlett's voice made me jump. She stood in the doorway, shaking her head. "Can't leave you alone for five minutes without you overworking.""I'm just organizing," I protested weakly, trying to hide the fresh sketches under a folder.Scarlett marched over, dropping a large shopping bag on my desk. The contents spilled out - bottles of expensive supplements, vitamins, and protein powders."The hospital nutritionist sent me your blood work results." She pulled out her phone, scrolling through what looked like medical charts. "Have you seen these numbers? Your vitamin D is practically nonexistent.""I already have supplements at home," I said, gesturing vaguely toward the kitchen."Kyle's supplements." Scarlett rolled her eyes, picking up one of t
Mia's POVThe morning sun cast long shadows across the construction site as I surveyed what would soon become the children's center. Yellow tape marked the boundaries of our project, and stakes with bright ribbons outlined where the main building would stand. The autumn breeze carried the scent of freshly turned earth and the lingering sweetness of late-blooming wildflowers."The drainage system needs to be adjusted here," I noted, marking the spot on my tablet. The ground sloped slightly more than our initial surveys had indicated, which could affect the garden terracing. "We'll need to factor in additional retaining walls."Sarah, one of the junior architects, made a note. "Should we modify the existing plans for the sensory garden?""No, let's work with the natural grade." I traced the path with my finger. "The slope could actually enhance the waterfall feature. We'll just need to—"A rustle in the tall grass near the property line caught my attention. At first, I thought it might
Mia's POV"Alright, Gasoline," Dr. Wilson smiled as she finished the examination. "You're a bit undernourished, but otherwise healthy." She scratched behind Gas's ears, earning an enthusiastic tail wag. "He's probably around six months old, and despite his rough start, he seems to have a great temperament."I watched as Gas leaned into the vet's touch, his earlier wariness completely gone. "Any special care instructions?""We'll start him on supplements for the malnutrition," she said, making notes in his new medical file. "I'll also give you deworming medication and schedule his vaccinations. But mostly he just needs good food and lots of love." She smiled. "Though from what I've seen, that won't be a problem."After collecting prescriptions and scheduling follow-up appointments, we headed to PetSmart. Gas sat in the shopping cart like a king on his throne, drawing coos from every employee and customer we passed."You're going to be spoiled rotten," I told him as I added another toy
Mia's POVThe autumn breeze carried the scent of fallen leaves as I watched Gasoline bound across the park lawn, his golden-brown fur catching the morning light. He raced ahead, then circled back, as if making sure I was still following. For a former stray, he'd adapted remarkably fast and well to domestic life - though his enthusiasm sometimes overwhelmed even me."Gasoline!" I called as he charged toward a group of dogs near the walking path. "Be nice!""Interesting name choice," Nate commented beside me, expertly handling the leashes of his three dogs. "Most people go with Max or Buddy.""He named himself, really." I smiled as Gasoline approached Nate's dogs with typical exuberance. "Your three seem very well-behaved.""Meet the gang," Nate gestured to each dog in turn. "Einstein here is the mastermind," he pointed to a dignified grey Weimaraner. "Schrödinger," a black Scottish Terrier, "is simultaneously well-behaved and chaos incarnate. And this little lady," he scratched behind
Mia's POV"What?" The news caught me completely off guard. "Since when?""About two weeks ago," she replied, labeling the vial of blood. "It was quite sudden."Two weeks ago—right around the time I returned from Paris. Were the timing coincidental? Nate had left without a word, without even a goodbye text."Are you okay?" the nurse asked, noticing my distress. "Your pulse just jumped.""I'm fine," I assured her, though my mind was racing. "Just surprised. He was my mother's doctor for years."The nurse nodded sympathetically. "A lot of patients were upset when he left. He was very popular here." She applied a bandage to my arm. "All done. The doctor should have these results soon."After she left, Kyle studied my face. "You seem to care a lot about Nate.""He is my friend," I said, not wanting to explain anything. " He has three dogs that Gas loves to play with." I added.Kyle's expression was unreadable. "I see."Mom returned before the conversation could continue, carrying a bag fro
Mia's POVI didn't ask him why he was here. Apparently, Kyle Branson had his own ways."She's resting," Mom was saying, her voice low. "Dr. Matthews says it's not labor, but they're monitoring her for preeclampsia."Kyle's face was taut. "Is there anything I can do?""Not at the moment," Mom replied. "They're running tests and giving her medication to stop the contractions."I shifted slightly, the movement catching their attention. Kyle's eyes immediately found mine."Hey," he said, moving into the room. "How are you feeling?""Groggy," I admitted. "But the contractions are less intense now."He nodded, glancing at the monitor displaying the twins' heart rates. "They look good?""Strong and steady," I confirmed. "Dr. Matthews isn't concerned about them, just about my blood pressure and the contractions."Kyle looked like he wanted to say more but was restraining himself. He settled for a simple, "Good. That's good."Mom checked her watch. "I should call Mrs. Patel and see how Gas is
Mia's POV"It's just Braxton Hicks," I insisted, trying to breathe through another uncomfortable wave of tightness across my abdomen. The pain wasn't unbearable, but the increasing frequency had even me worried now.Mom's expression made it clear she wasn't buying my dismissal. "That's the third one in twenty minutes, Mia. I'm calling Dr. Matthews."Before I could protest further, Mom was already on the phone, her voice crisp and authoritative as she explained the situation to Dr. Matthews's office. I caught fragments of the conversation—"Seven months with twins," "Contractions about six minutes apart," "History of pregnancy complications."The last part made my stomach clench with anxiety. My first pregnancy had ended traumatically on those marble stairs. The memory of Taylor's smug face as I lost consciousness, bleeding and terrified, flashed unbidden through my mind.I think my body is still terrified of all that."Dr. Matthews wants us to come in right away," Mom said, ending the
Mia's POVI considered showing the message to my mother but decided against it. She had enough to worry about without adding Taylor's threats to her burden. Instead, I blocked the unknown number and tried once more to sleep, Gas's warm presence beside me providing some comfort.Morning came too quickly, pale November sunlight filtering through my blinds.I went out of the room."You look terrible," mom said bluntly. "Did you sleep at all?""Not really." I eased myself onto a kitchen stool, wincing as my back protested. "Taylor texted me last night."Mom's face hardened. "What? How did she get your number?""I don't know. But I forwarded it to Robert. He's contacting the DA this morning.""What did she say?" Mom asked, already reaching for her phone as if ready to make calls of her own.I hesitated, not wanting to repeat Taylor's exact words. "Just threats. Nothing specific. But it's a clear viol
Mia's POV"We should get ready," Mom said, already moving toward her room. "Whatever Robert's found, it sounds important."The journey to Robert's office in Midtown was slowed by unusually heavy traffic. By the time we arrived, my back was aching from sitting in the taxi, and my anxiety had reached a fever pitch.Robert's assistant showed us immediately into his corner office, where he waited with a stack of documents spread across his desk. He looked up as we entered, his expression both triumphant and troubled."Thank you for coming," he said, rising to greet us. "Please, sit down. This might take some time to explain."Once we were settled, Robert pulled out a folder and placed it in front of us. "We've been tracking the money that's been funding Taylor's defense—the bail payment, Whitfield's retainer, everything. It's been carefully concealed, routed through multiple shell companies and offshore accounts."
Mia's POVKyle complied, his posture perfectly straight, hands resting lightly on his knees. I studied him for a moment, searching for any sign of deception, any hint that he might be playing both sides."Did you pay Taylor's bail?" I asked directly, seeing no point in dancing around the issue.His expression shifted. "What?""Taylor's bail," I repeated. "Did you pay it? Are you funding her defense?""No," he said, frowning. "Of course not. Why would you think that?""Because someone with significant resources is helping her," I replied, watching his face carefully. "She appeared in court yesterday with Carson Whitfield—one of the most expensive defense attorneys in the city—and posted a million-dollar bail without hesitation."Kyle's frown deepened. "Carson Whitfield? He doesn't typically handle cases like Taylor's.""Exactly. Which means someone with connections arranged it. Someone with
Mia's POVImmediately? My eyes widened as I looked at Robert, who appeared equally surprised."Where is she getting this kind of money?" I whispered.Robert shook his head slightly. "I don't know, but I intend to find out."As the proceedings concluded, I watched Taylor being escorted out to process her release. She'd gotten exactly what she wanted.Outside the courtroom, reporters had gathered despite the court's attempts to keep the proceedings low-profile. Camera flashes erupted as we emerged, voices calling out questions."Mrs. Branson, how do you feel about the court's decision today?""Ms. Williams, were you surprised by the bail amount?""Are you concerned about Taylor Matthews being released?"Robert stepped in front of us, blocking the reporters. "No comments at this time. Please respect my clients' privacy."He guided us toward a side exit where a car was waiting, Mom keeping a
Mia's POVThe courtroom felt impossibly small that morning, every sound amplified in the tense atmosphere. I shifted uncomfortably on the hard wooden bench, trying to find a position that didn't make my back ache. At almost seven months pregnant with twins, comfort was becoming a distant memory."You okay?" Mom whispered, her hand finding mine.I nodded. The truth was, I wasn't okay.I had a feeling that today would not be very easy. Especially after I saw that possible “Taylor”.Robert, our attorney, leaned over from my other side. "Remember, this is just a formality. With the evidence we have, the judge should deny bail."The courtroom doors opened, and the bailiff called for everyone to rise as Judge Harriet Monroe entered. She was a severe-looking woman with steel-gray hair pulled back in a tight bun and rectangular glasses that seemed to magnify her already piercing gaze."Please be seated," she inst
Mia's POV"Ms. Williams? Are you alright?"I turned to find our building's doorman, Eduardo, watching me with concern."Yes," I managed, forcing a smile. "Just a little tired.""Let me help you with the door," he said, moving to hold it open."Thank you," I said, stepping into the building's lobby. "Eduardo, did you notice a blonde woman watching the building just now? Across the street?"He frowned, peering outside. "No, ma'am, I didn't see anyone suspicious. Would you like me to check?""No, that's alright." I didn't want to alarm him unnecessarily. "Probably just my imagination."But it wasn't my imagination, and we both knew it. Eduardo had been briefed on the security concerns regarding Taylor. His careful neutrality told me he was taking my question seriously."I'll keep an eye out," he promised, escorting me to the elevator. "And I'll alert the security team about possible suspicious activity."