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Lying there, panting, I realize there’s something we’ve yet to discover. “Hey,” I say, a smirk tugging at my lips despite the seriousness of the moment. “We still don’t know if we’re having a mini-you or a mini-me.”

Her eyebrows lift in mock surprise, as if she could have forgotten such a monumental detail. “Oh, right. I’ll go get the results.” She rolls out from under the covers, legs wobbly but determined, and disappears into her office.

When she returns, envelope in hand, there’s a spark of excitement in her eyes that mirrors my own anticipation. We sit side by side, the bed suddenly feeling like the most significant place on earth.

“Ready?” she asks, her voice a whisper of silk and steel.

“Born ready,” I reply, though my heart pounds like it’s my first day in court.

She tears open the envelope, and for a heartbeat, time suspends. Then she looks at me, her smile bright enough to rival the sunrise. “A girl.”

“Damn.” My throat is unexpectedly tight. “I’ve always wanted a girl.”

“Me too,” she whispers, leaning into me. Her warmth seeps into my bones as we share a look that says everything.

I pull her closer, marveling at how life can surprise you—in the best possible ways. “I love you, Isabella.”

For a moment, she just stares, those green eyes holding oceans of emotion. Then, she breaks into a smile that could outshine the stars. “I love you too, Adrian Cole.” Her words are simple, but they’re everything.

We kiss again, sealing the deal on this crazy, beautiful thing called love. And yeah, it might be messy, but it’s ours, and I wouldn’t trade it for the world.

Chapter twenty-five

Isabella

Six Months Later

The living room buzzes with the same intensity as a high-stakes courtroom, only this time, it’s filled with balloons instead of briefs, and the stakes are baby booties. Adrian’s house—scratch that—our house now, thrums with the sort of energy that could power a small city. Six months ago, Leo was wreaking havoc, thinking he could outsmart us with his fraud and obstruction. Now, he’s got a court date, and we’ve got contracts with names so fancy I need to Google how to pronounce them.

“Isabella, hurry up! This tiny onesie can’t wait any longer!” Amelie calls out, her voice bubbling with excitement. She’s in her element, surrounded by tissue paper and pastel-colored gift bags.

“Patience is a virtue,” I quip, but who am I kidding? I’m about to pop any day now, and my sense of time is as distorted as one of those funhouse mirrors. I shuffle over to the mountain of gifts, each wrapped with more flair than the last.

Caleb bounces on his toes next to me, his eight-year-old enthusiasm barely contained. “You’re going to love what Dad and I picked out,” he says, grinning ear-to-ear like he’s just won the lottery.

“Let’s hope it’s not another ‘World’s Best Lawyer’ mug,” I tease, shooting a playful glance at Adrian. He raises an eyebrow, his trademark smirk telling me I’m probably in for a surprise.

With a flourish, I tear into the first package, revealing a plush elephant that looks like it could double as a body pillow. “For the baby’s first case,” my father chuckles from the couch, his lawyer humor never taking a day off.

“Very funny, Dad. We’ll bill the stuffed animal for its time,” I toss back, winking at him. The room erupts in laughter; apparently, legal jokes are a hit even outside the office.

“Next!” Amelie urges, practically shoving a beautifully wrapped box into my hands.

Adrian’s mother, ever the socialite, has somehow managed to find baby clothes that look runway-ready. I pull out a tiny dress that’s fancier than anything I own.

“For her debut,” she announces with a dramatic flourish.

“Because every infant needs haute couture,” I deadpan, but I can’t help but touch the soft fabric, imagining our little girl wearing it.

“Mommy’s being sarcastic, but she loves it,” Adrian whispers loud enough for everyone to hear, earning a round of knowing chuckles.

“Obviously,” I retort, rolling my eyes but secretly adoring the thoughtfulness behind each gift.

“Okay, okay, this one’s from me and Dad,” Caleb interrupts, thrusting a medium-sized box wrapped in paper featuring cartoon animals wearing glasses.

Inside, I find a baby book titled ‘Contracts for Toddlers: A Negotiator’s FirstWords.’

“Never too early to start them on the right path,” Adrian says, pride evident in his voice.

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