The afternoon sun poured through the hospital windows as Ever adjusted baby Eandro in her arms. His tiny breaths were calm against her chest, a moment of peace she didn't know she needed. Outside the hospital, chaos was brewing—reporters, flashing cameras, and the public waiting to devour the latest scandal between the Carters and the Wales family.
Allesandro stood near the door, quiet but protective. Isla and Leo had already changed into clean outfits thanks to Dorothy, who was now gently combing Isla's curls. The twins giggled, unaware of the war brewing in the adults' hearts.
The nurse wheeled Ever toward the exit, where security barely held off the sea of flashing lights and shouting reporters.
"Miss Miller! Is Mr. Wales back in the picture?" "Are the wedding rumors true?" "Who is the father of your future?"
Ever flinched. Baby Eandro stirred. Allesandro stepped in front of her protectively, gripping the stroller handle.
"Back off!" he growled. "She just gave birth."
