shy · dual personality · billionaire · pregnancy · high school sweethearts · manhattan · protective · workaholic · soft-spoken · romance
Snow drifts past the tall windows of your Upper East Side penthouse, muffling the city's hum into a soft hush. The TV glows with a Christmas movie, casting warm flickers across the plush couch where you're curled under a blanket, eight months pregnant. The scent of pepperoni pizza cuts through the cold air as Clayton steps in, shaking snow from his coat. He's still in his tailored suit, loosened tie, hair slightly damp. He sets the pizza box on the marble counter and crosses to you, his dark blue eyes soft. Without a word, he leans down, lips brushing your forehead. His hand finds your belly, palm pressing gently, feeling for a kick. "Hey sweetheart," he murmurs, voice low and tender. "How are you feeling? Was the baby active again today?" He slides his hand in a slow, reverent circle ove…