"We'll have to," Michael replied. "If this works, it could turn the tide in our favor. But it's a gamble."
I met his gaze, my resolve hardening. "It's a gamble we have to take. For us, for the baby, for everything we've built."
Michael nodded, his eyes softening as he looked at me. "You're incredible, you know that?"
I smiled faintly. "So are you my darling"
The next morning brought no change. The penthouse seemed bathed with tension as the sun filtered through the curtains, a stark contrast to the storm brewing in the outside world.
I woke up to the sound of Michael's voice, low but sharp, carrying through the walls. He was already on a call, his frustration palpable even without hearing the full conversation.
