Six months into the pregnancy, Emma was exhausted in a different way than she'd been with the twins.
Her body ached. Her feet were swollen. She was carrying the baby low, which meant constant pressure on her bladder.
But she was also happier than she'd ever been.
The foundation was thriving. The second location had opened successfully. The legal division had won three major cases, helping women prosecute their abusers.
Her paintings continued to sell. A museum in Los Angeles was planning a retrospective of her work.
And Damien was present in a way he'd never been before. He went to doctor's appointments. He helped with the twins. He worked his nonprofit job with real passion.
One evening, Emma was painting in her studio when Damien came in with tea.
"You should rest," he said.
"I'm
