Theo's POV
I'd watched the technician at Lenox Hill point to the screen with her gel-slicked wand. "See? Definitely a boy."
Amanda had cried. I'd smiled for her benefit, squeezed her hand.
An heir. A male heir. The board couldn't ignore that.
"Mr. Astor?" Dr. Reeves had appeared in the doorway, reading glasses perched on her nose, tablet in hand. "The baby's measurements are all within normal parameters. Heart rate is strong. Ms. Crawford, you can resume normal activities, but I want you to continue the progesterone supplements and—"
I'd stopped listening after "normal parameters." The baby was viable. That was all that mattered.
Now, forty minutes later, I was standing in the executive parking garage beneath Astor Holdings—my building, my company, my goddamn legacy—watching tailligh
