Seven months later.
The eastern wing of the penthouse had been transformed into a state of the art maternity suite that rivaled the best private hospitals in the world. Julian Thorne left nothing to chance.
Maya stood by the reinforced glass window, resting her hands on the heavy curve of her nine month pregnant belly. The city below was blanketed in a thick layer of winter snow, peaceful and quiet.
She felt a pair of strong arms wrap around her from behind. Julian pulled her flush against his chest, resting his chin on her shoulder. His large hands covered hers over the baby.
You should be resting, Julian murmured, pressing a soft kiss to the side of her neck. Dr. Evans said your blood pressure was slightly elevated this morning.
Maya leaned back into his solid warmth, letting out a
