Damien's POV
At thirty weeks, Sophia started slowing down, though she fought it every step of the way.
"I can still work full days," she said, sitting at her desk at Enough, papers spread everywhere despite the doctor's gentle suggestion to rest more.
"You can," I said. "But should you?"
She gave me a look that told me exactly what she thought of that question.
"I built this place," she said. "I'm not disappearing into bed rest just because I'm pregnant."
"Nobody said disappearing," I said carefully. "Just slowing down a little."
She sighed, rubbing her lower back absently.
"Fine," she said. "Half days. Starting next week."
I knew better than to push further, so I let it be a victory.
That weekend, Lena approached me quietly after dinner, her expression careful.
"Can I talk to y
