Liam’s fingers trace the curve of my belly. The light from the lamp flickers, casting shadows on our entwined forms as we lay wrapped in a soft cashmere blanket.

“Are you sure you want to help me with the family business?” Liam asks, his deep voice resonating with concern. “I mean, you are a few months pregnant. I don’t want to burden you.”

I smile warmly, placing my hand over his. “I want to help, Liam. You said it yourself. The business means a lot to you.”

He sighs, uncertainty clouding his eyes. “It’s not that we need the money. Champion Music is doing well, but... I just can’t let...