Zaire’s POV
The door had barely clicked shut behind me before my phone buzzed again.
Celeste. FaceTiming.
I let it ring for a few seconds. I already knew what this was about. My family had known about the baby ever since the clinic called and turned my world sideways.
I sighed and answered.
“Don’t just stand there, talk to me,” Celeste said immediately. She was in her home office, oversized frames on, a massive coffee mug in hand. “Did you see it?”
I dropped my keys on the marble counter and walked to the windows. “Yeah.”
“And?”
“It’s real,” I said simply. “Heartbeat and everything.”
Celeste’s expression softened. “Damn.”
I didn’t say anything for a second, eyes still fixed on the skyline outside my penthouse. The city looked so calm. Nothing like what I was feeling inside.
“Was
