Kane's pov
Three more months. That’s all that stood between us and our new beginning. Nina was nearing her eighth month, glowing with that soft, maternal warmth that made my chest ache every time I looked at her. The nursery was already filled with tiny shoes, pastel onesies, and plush animals. We were both buzzing with excitement.
But I had something else planned.
That morning, I kissed her forehead, murmured something about “checking in on work,” and slipped out before she could ask questions. What she didn’t know was that I wasn’t heading to any usual job site.
No, this one was special.
The construction workers greeted me with nods and respect as I walked into the half-finished building. I ran my hand along the polished edge of the soon-to-be front counter. I could already imagine
