C73 Legacy

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