Alex moved into the hospital room.
Not officially. The nurses disapproved. But he brought a sleeping bag and a pillow and refused to leave.
"This is ridiculous," Izzy said. "You have a foundation to run."
"I can run it from here."
"You need actual sleep. In an actual bed."
"I'll sleep when your blood pressure stabilizes."
He set up a makeshift office in the corner. Laptop, files, phone charger. He took calls in the hallway and came back to work beside her bed.
"You're hovering," Izzy said.
"I'm present. There's a difference."
"Barely."
But secretly, she was grateful. The nights were the worst. When the hospital went quiet, her mind wouldn't stop spinning through worst-case scenarios.
What if the baby came too early?
What if something went wrong?
What if Julian destroyed the fo
