The Glass Nursery

Part 1: The Scandal of the Century

Chapter 1: The Landing

The private Boeing 787 Dreamliner, painted in the matte black livery of Blackwood Industries, descended through the heavy fog covering JFK Airport. Inside the cabin, the atmosphere was thick with a tension that had nothing to do with the turbulence.

Sebastian Black, the thirty-eight-year-old CEO and arguably the most powerful man in American tech, sat in his leather recliner. He looked out at the gray runway. He was a man known for his icy demeanor, his ruthless business tactics, and his impenetrable privacy. Since the death of his wife, Elena, three years ago, he had become a ghost in his own empire.

Across from him sat three women.

Chloe, his Executive Assistant. Harper, the VP of Communications. Isla, his Chief of Staff.

They were young, brilliant, and beautiful. They were the gatekeepers of the Blackwood empire. And as the plane taxied to the private hangar, they shared a look of terrified solidarity.

They were all visibly, undeniably pregnant.

“The press is here,” Sebastian said, his voice a low rumble. He didn’t look at them. He looked at the live feed on the monitor.

The hangar gates were besieged. Hundreds of reporters, cameras, and shouting paparazzi were pressed against the chain-link fence. The news had leaked while they were in the air.

“THE BLACKWOOD HAREM?” “TRIO OF HEIRS: CEO IMPREGNATES STAFF?” “THE BILLIONAIRE’S BABY BOOM.”

“Sir,” Harper said, her hand resting protectively on her bump. “We should use the underground exit. We can’t face them.”

“No,” Sebastian said. He stood up, buttoning his charcoal suit jacket. “We do not hide. Hiding implies guilt.”

“But the stock…” Chloe whispered, checking her phone. “It’s down 8% since the leak. The Board is calling for an emergency meeting. They want your resignation, Sebastian.”

“Let them call,” Sebastian said. “Are you ready?”

The three women nodded. They looked pale, tired from the flight and the secret they had been carrying for four months.

“Then let’s go.”

The airstairs lowered. Sebastian walked out first. The moment he appeared, the roar of the crowd drowned out the jet engines.

“Mr. Blackwood! Is it true?” “Did you sleep with all of them?” “Who is the mother of the heir?”

Sebastian didn’t flinch. He walked down the stairs, his face a mask of stone. Behind him, Chloe, Harper, and Isla descended.

The cameras zoomed in on their silhouettes. The wind pressed their coats against their bodies, revealing the undeniable curves of their pregnancies.

It was the photo that would launch a thousand lawsuits.

Chapter 2: The Boardroom Inquisition

The ride to Manhattan was silent. The armored convoy weaved through traffic, flanked by security motorcycles.

When they arrived at Blackwood Tower, the lobby was a zoo. Employees were staring. The receptionist looked like she was about to faint.

Sebastian led the women straight to the private elevator. They went up to the 90th floor—the Executive Level.

Waiting in the boardroom were the sharks. The Board of Directors. Twelve men and women who cared about one thing: the bottom line.

“Sebastian,” Arthur Sterling, the Chairman, stood up. He looked furious. “What the hell is this? We have a morality clause in your contract! Sleeping with subordinates? Three of them? Simultaneously?”

“Sit down, Arthur,” Sebastian said, taking his seat at the head of the table.

“I will not sit down!” Arthur shouted. “The stock is in freefall! Our partners in Asia are threatening to pull out! You have turned this company into a tabloid joke!”

He pointed a shaking finger at Chloe, Harper, and Isla, who were standing by the window.

“And you three,” Arthur sneered. “I assume you’ve already lawyered up? How much do you want? Ten million each? Twenty? Or are you aiming for child support?”

“They are not going anywhere,” Sebastian said calmly. “And they are not suing.”

“Of course they aren’t,” Arthur scoffed. “Because you paid them off. Is that it? Hush money? Sebastian, this is a PR nightmare. You have to resign. It’s the only way to save the brand.”

“I am not resigning,” Sebastian said.

“Then we will vote you out!” Arthur slammed his hand on the table. “We have a fiduciary duty!”

“You have a duty to listen,” Sebastian said. His voice wasn’t loud, but it carried a weight that silenced the room.

He looked at the women. He nodded.

Chloe stepped forward. “We are pregnant, Mr. Sterling. That is true.”

“We know!” Arthur snapped. “We can see!”

“But,” Harper added, her voice steady. “Sebastian is not the father.”

The room paused.

“What?” Arthur frowned. “Then who is? Why were you all in Italy with him for a month? Why did you announce it together?”

“The timing implies…” another board member muttered.

“We were in Italy,” Isla said, “at the San Raphael Medical Institute.”

“A fertility clinic?” Arthur blinked. “You all went to a fertility clinic? On company time?”

“We were there,” Sebastian interrupted, “on my dime. And at my request.”

The Board looked confused.

“So…” Arthur scratched his head. “You paid for their… treatments? As a bonus?”

“Something like that,” Sebastian said. “Now, if you’re done shouting, I have a company to run. The press conference is scheduled for Friday. Until then, no one speaks to the media. Is that clear?”

“Friday?” Arthur asked. “That’s three days away! The stock will be zero by then!”

“Trust me,” Sebastian said.

He stood up. The meeting was over.

Arthur looked at him with suspicion. “You’re playing a dangerous game, Sebastian. If you’re lying… if those babies are yours… I will personally destroy you.”

“They are mine,” Sebastian whispered as he walked past Arthur.

Arthur froze. “What?”

But Sebastian was already gone.

Chapter 3: The Ghost of Elena

That night, the penthouse at the top of the tower was quiet. It was a massive, glass-walled sanctuary that Sebastian had shared with Elena for five years. Since her death, it had become a mausoleum.

Sebastian stood in the nursery.

It was a room that had been locked for three years. The walls were painted a soft lavender. The crib was empty.

Elena had died of a brain aneurysm at thirty. It was sudden. Brutal. They had been trying for a baby for two years. They had gone through rounds of IVF. They had names picked out.

And then, she was gone.

Sebastian touched the mobile hanging over the crib—silver stars and moons.

The door opened softly. Chloe walked in. She was holding a cup of tea.

“You should eat, Sebastian,” she said gently.

“I’m not hungry.”

“You have to be strong,” Chloe said. “For them.”

She touched her stomach.

Sebastian looked at her. He looked at the life growing inside her.

“Do you regret it?” he asked. “The scrutiny? The names they are calling you?”

“No,” Chloe smiled. “I loved her, Sebastian. We all did. Elena was… she was the heart of this office. When she died, the light went out.”

“And now?”

“Now,” Chloe took his hand and placed it on her belly. “We’re bringing the light back.”

Sebastian closed his eyes. He felt a faint flutter against his palm.

“It’s a kick,” Chloe whispered.

Tears leaked from Sebastian’s eyes. He hadn’t cried in three years. He had been too angry. Too hollow.

“Thank you,” he choked out. “Thank you for doing this.”

“We wanted to,” Harper said from the doorway. Isla was with her.

The three women stood there. The “Harem,” the press called them. The “Gold Diggers.”

But Sebastian knew the truth. They were angels. They were the only family he had left. They were the women who had loved his wife enough to carry her legacy when she couldn’t.

“The world is going to tear us apart on Friday,” Sebastian warned them.

“Let them try,” Isla said fiercely. “We have the truth.”

Chapter 4: The Press Conference

Friday arrived with a torrential downpour.

The press conference was held in the atrium of Blackwood Tower. It was packed. Every network, every blogger, every critic was there to witness the fall of the Titan.

Arthur Sterling sat in the front row, looking smug. He had the resignation papers ready in his briefcase.

Sebastian walked onto the stage. He wore a black suit, a black tie. He looked like he was going to a funeral.

Behind him, seated on three chairs, were Chloe, Harper, and Isla.

The camera shutters sounded like machine-gun fire.

“Good morning,” Sebastian said into the microphone. “I will make a statement. There will be no questions.”

He looked out at the sea of faces. He saw the judgment. He saw the glee.

“For the past week,” Sebastian began, “the world has speculated about the nature of my relationship with these three women. You have called them opportunists. You have called me a predator.”

He paused.

“You are wrong.”

He pressed a button on the remote. The massive screen behind him lit up.

It wasn’t a stock chart. It wasn’t a legal document.

It was a photo.

A photo of Elena. She was laughing, her hair blowing in the wind, standing on a beach.

A hush fell over the room. Everyone knew about the tragedy. The Billionaire’s dead wife.

“My wife, Elena, died three years ago,” Sebastian said, his voice steady but raw. “We wanted a family more than anything. We tried for years. We failed.”

The image changed. It showed a medical document.

IVF Protocol. 12 Viable Embryos. Cryopreserved.

“Before she died,” Sebastian continued, “we successfully created embryos. They were our hope. They were our future. When she passed… I thought that future died with her.”

He looked back at the three women.

“But these women… my colleagues, my friends… they knew Elena. They knew how much she wanted to be a mother. And they knew how much I wanted to be a father.”

Sebastian walked over to Chloe. He helped her stand.

“Six months ago, Chloe, Harper, and Isla came to me. They made me an offer. An offer so generous, so selfless, that I wept.”

He turned to the crowd.

“They offered to carry our children.”

The room erupted. Gasps. Shouts.

“Silence!” Sebastian roared.

The room quieted.

“These women are not my mistresses,” Sebastian said, his voice trembling with emotion. “They are surrogates. They are carrying my biological children. And Elena’s biological children.”

The screen changed again. It showed three ultrasounds.

“Triplets,” Sebastian whispered. “Or rather… three siblings. Born of three mothers, but from one love.”

He looked at Arthur Sterling. Arthur’s mouth was hanging open. The resignation papers slipped from his hand.

“I took them to Italy because the procedure we used… it required specialists. We wanted privacy. We wanted safety.”

Sebastian took a deep breath.

“You called this a scandal. I call it a miracle.”

He looked at the camera.

“So, to the investors selling my stock: Go ahead. Sell. I will buy it back. Because this company is not built on scandal. It is built on loyalty. And I have never been richer than I am right now.”

He turned to the women. He bowed his head to them.

“Thank you,” he said publicly.

Then he walked off the stage.

Chapter 5: The Aftermath

The press conference broke the internet. The hashtag #TheGlassNursery trended worldwide.

The narrative shifted instantly. The “Harem” became the “Angels.” The “Predator” became the “Grieving Husband.”

The stock price didn’t just recover; it skyrocketed. Blackwood Industries became a symbol of hope and scientific wonder.

But inside the penthouse, it was just life.

The months passed. The bumps grew. Sebastian attended every appointment. He learned to knit (badly). He read books to the bellies.

Arthur Sterling resigned. He couldn’t face Sebastian. He retired to Florida, defeated by a love story he couldn’t monetize.

But happiness is rarely simple.

A month before the due dates, complications arose.

Chloe developed preeclampsia. She was rushed to the hospital.

Sebastian stood in the waiting room, pacing.

“Is she okay?” Harper asked, waddling in with Isla.

“Blood pressure is too high,” Sebastian said, running a hand through his hair. “They might have to induce.”

“It’s too early,” Isla said fearfully. “32 weeks.”

“She’s strong,” Harper said. “And the baby is a Blackwood. They’re stubborn.”

Sebastian looked at them. “I put you in danger,” he whispered. “I was selfish. I shouldn’t have let you do this.”

“We chose this, Sebastian,” Harper said firmly. “We chose her. Elena.”

The doctor came out.

“Mr. Blackwood?”

“Yes?”

“We need to operate. Now.”

Chapter 6: The Arrival

The night was long. Sebastian sat by Chloe’s bed as they wheeled her in.

At 3:00 AM, the first cry was heard.

A boy.

Elena’s son.

Sebastian held him. He was tiny, fragile, hooked up to wires. But he opened his eyes—Elena’s brown eyes—and looked at Sebastian.

“Hello, Julian,” Sebastian whispered. He named him after Elena’s father.

Two weeks later, Harper went into labor. A girl. Rose.

And a week after that, Isla delivered. Another boy. Leo.

Three babies. Three miracles.

The nursery—the Glass Nursery—was finally full.

Epilogue: The New Family

Two years later.

The penthouse was no longer silent. It was a cacophony of laughter, crying, and toys.

Sebastian sat on the floor, building a block tower. Julian, Rose, and Leo were crawling over him, pulling his hair, drooling on his expensive shirt.

Chloe, Harper, and Isla were there too. They hadn’t disappeared. They were the “Aunties.” They were family. They had their own lives—Chloe was dating a lawyer, Harper had been promoted to COO, and Isla was writing a book—but they were always there on Sundays.

“Daddy!” Rose shrieked, knocking the tower over.

“You little destroyer,” Sebastian laughed, picking her up and spinning her.

He looked at the wall.

There was a massive painting of Elena. She was looking down at them, smiling.

The door buzzer rang.

“I’ll get it,” Chloe said.

She opened the door.

A woman stood there. She was holding a bouquet of white lilies. She looked hesitant.

“Mr. Blackwood?” she asked, looking past Chloe to Sebastian.

Sebastian stood up, holding Rose. “Yes?”

“I’m… I’m Maya,” the woman said. “I’m Elena’s sister.”

Sebastian froze. Elena had been estranged from her family. Her sister had run away years ago.

“Maya?” Sebastian asked.

“I saw the news,” Maya said, tears in her eyes. “About the babies. I… I didn’t know if I should come. But she would have wanted them to know their aunt.”

Sebastian looked at her. She had Elena’s chin.

He walked over. He extended a hand.

“Welcome home, Maya,” he said.

Maya looked at the babies. She burst into tears.

“They look just like her,” she sobbed.

“They do,” Sebastian smiled.

He looked around the room. The Glass Nursery wasn’t just glass anymore. It was filled with life. It was filled with the people who had stayed, the people who had returned, and the people who had been created out of love.

He had lost his wife. But he had found a universe.

And as the sun set over New York, casting a golden glow over his chaotic, beautiful family, the billionaire realized he was finally, truly, rich.

Part 2: The Diamond Walls

Chapter 7: The First Day of School

Five years had passed since the “Glass Nursery” scandal turned into a modern fairytale. The triplets—Julian, Rose, and Leo—were now five years old, a whirlwind of energy, intelligence, and chaos that had completely transformed the cold halls of the Blackwood brownstone.

It was a crisp September morning in Manhattan. Sebastian Black stood in the foyer, adjusting his tie in the mirror. He looked older, distinguished silver threading his temples, but the cold hardness that once defined his eyes had melted into something warmer, something tired but content.

“Shoes!” Sebastian called out, checking his watch. “We need shoes on feet, not on hands!”

Rose came sliding down the mahogany banister, wearing one sneaker and a plastic tiara. “But Daddy, princesses don’t wear sneakers.”

“This princess does if she wants to go to Dalton,” Sebastian said, catching her effortlessly and tickling her side until she shrieked with laughter.

Julian and Leo followed, wrestling over a backpack that looked like a shark.

“It’s mine!” Leo shouted. “It has the teeth!”

“Boys,” Sebastian’s voice dropped to his ‘CEO tone’, which he now used exclusively for parenting disputes. “We have three shark backpacks. Look in the closet.”

The chaos was interrupted by the arrival of the cavalry. The doorbell rang, and Chloe, Harper, and Isla walked in.

They weren’t “staff” anymore. They weren’t just employees. They were “The Aunties.” They had their own lives, their own families, but they never missed a milestone.

“All right, troops,” Harper clapped her hands, her PR voice cutting through the noise. “Deployment in T-minus ten minutes. Shoes, coats, lunches. Let’s move.”

The women moved with the efficiency that had once run a billion-dollar empire. Within five minutes, the children were dressed, fed, and lined up by the door.

But as they walked out to the waiting SUV, Sebastian felt a knot of anxiety tighten in his chest. Until now, the children had been sheltered in the penthouse and with private tutors. Today, they faced the world.

And the world still whispered.

As they pulled up to the prestigious private school, Sebastian saw them. The paparazzi. Not as many as before, but enough to make his jaw clench.

“Stay close,” Sebastian said, putting on his sunglasses.

He stepped out, flanking the children. The Aunties formed a protective ring around them.

“Mr. Blackwood! Are they all yours?” “Which one belongs to which mother?” “Is it true you’re writing a book?”

Sebastian ignored them. But he saw Julian, his eldest son, look up at the shouting men with confusion and fear.

“Daddy?” Julian asked, gripping Sebastian’s leg. “Why are they yelling?”

“Because they are loud people, Julian,” Sebastian said calmly, lifting his son into the car. “Just keep walking. They can’t touch us.”

They made it inside the gates. But the real challenge wasn’t the cameras. It was the other parents. The whispers in the hallway. The side-eyes from the PTA moms who knew the story but didn’t know the truth.

Sebastian knelt down to hug his children before they entered their classroom.

“Listen to me,” he said fiercely, looking into their three identical pairs of eyes. “You are Blackwoods. You are strong. Be kind. Be smart. And if anyone asks about your family…”

He looked at Chloe, Harper, and Isla standing nearby, beaming with pride and tears.

“…you tell them you have more love than anyone else in the room.”

Chapter 8: The Question

Two months later.

The routine had settled. The kids loved school. But with exposure came questions.

Sebastian was in his study, reviewing the specs for the new quantum processor, when Maya knocked on the door.

Maya, Elena’s sister, had become a permanent fixture in their lives. She was the bridge to the mother the children would never know. She came every weekend, bringing stories and photos of Elena.

“Sebastian,” Maya said, her face serious. “We need to talk. It’s about Rose.”

“Is she sick?” Sebastian stood up immediately, the panic of a single father always near the surface.

“No. She got into a fight at school today.”

“A fight? Rose?” Sebastian was stunned. Rose was the diplomat of the three.

“A boy told her she was ‘weird’ because she has three moms but no mommy,” Maya said softly. “He said she was a science experiment.”

Sebastian felt a cold rage, the old icy armor attempting to form around his heart. “I’ll call the headmaster. I’ll have the boy expelled. I’ll buy the school if I have to.”

“No,” Maya put a hand on his arm. “You can’t buy your way out of this, Sebastian. They’re asking questions. They’re old enough to understand that their family is… different. They need the truth.”

Sebastian sank back into his chair. He had dreaded this day.

“What do I tell them?” he whispered, rubbing his face. “How do I explain IVF, surrogacy, and death to a five-year-old? How do I tell them their mother died before they were even sparks?”

“You tell them the truth,” Maya said. “But you tell it like a story.”

That night, Sebastian gathered the triplets in the living room. He sat them on the rug in front of the fireplace, the flames casting warm shadows on their curious faces.

“I want to tell you a story,” Sebastian said.

“Is it about dragons?” Leo asked hopefully.

“Better,” Sebastian smiled. “It’s about a Star.”

He pointed to the massive painting of Elena above the mantel.

“Once upon a time, there was a Star named Elena. She shone very bright. She was the brightest light in my sky. And she wanted to share her light more than anything.”

The children looked at the painting, captivated.

“But the Star had to go back to the sky,” Sebastian said, his voice thickening with emotion. “Before she left, she gave me three little sparks. That was you. But I didn’t have a way to hold them. My hands were too cold.”

He looked at his hands.

“So, three Angels came,” he gestured to the framed photos of Chloe, Harper, and Isla on the sideboard. “They said, ‘We will hold the sparks for you. We will keep them warm until they are ready to shine.’ And they did. They held you safe inside them until you were strong enough to come to me.”

Rose looked at him, her eyes wide and wet. “So… we came from the Star?”

“Yes,” Sebastian said. “You are made of starlight. And the Angels helped bring you down to earth.”

“That’s why we’re special,” Julian declared, puffing out his chest.

“Exactly,” Sebastian kissed his head. “Most kids just have a mom and a dad. You have a Dad, a Star, and three Angels. You have an army.”

Rose smiled. It was Elena’s smile. “I like that story. I’m going to tell that boy he’s just jealous because he doesn’t have any starlight.”

Sebastian laughed, hugging them all close. “You do that.”

Chapter 9: The Threat

The peace didn’t last.

A week before Christmas, a letter arrived at Blackwood Tower. It wasn’t a holiday card. It was a subpoena.

Plaintiff: Arthur Sterling. Nature of Suit: Custody Challenge / Petition for Guardianship.

Sebastian stared at the document. Arthur Sterling. The former Chairman he had ousted five years ago. The man who had called his children a scandal.

Arthur was claiming that Sebastian’s “unconventional lifestyle,” “workaholic tendencies,” and “questionable parentage methods” created an unstable environment for the children. He was petitioning the court to appoint a guardian ad litem—specifically, himself, as the “godfather” of the company and a concerned citizen.

It was nonsense. Legally, it was flimsy. But publicly? It was a nuclear bomb.

Arthur wanted to drag the children through the mud. He wanted to force DNA tests into the public record. He wanted to humiliate Sebastian and the three women who had helped him. He wanted revenge for his destroyed reputation.

“He wants a settlement,” Chloe said, pacing the boardroom. She was still EA, but now she ran the entire Operations division. “He’s broke. He lost his fortune in bad crypto bets and a divorce. This is a shakedown.”

“He wants money?” Sebastian’s eyes narrowed. “I’ll give him a war.”

“Sebastian, think,” Harper warned. “A trial means cameras. It means the kids testifying. It means exposing Elena’s medical records again. It means the world dissecting your ‘story about the Star’.”

Sebastian looked out the window. He saw the snow falling on New York.

“He is attacking my children,” Sebastian said. “I destroyed him once. I will do it again.”

“No,” a voice said from the door.

It was Isla.

Isla, who had been the quietest of the three, stepped forward. She placed a thick manuscript on the table.

“You won’t destroy him,” Isla said. “We will.”

“What is that?” Sebastian asked.

“It’s my book,” Isla said. “I’ve been writing it for two years. ‘The Glass Nursery: A Memoir’.”

She opened the manuscript.

“It details everything. The love. The science. The friendship. But it also details the Board’s harassment. And… it has the transcripts.”

“Transcripts?”

“From five years ago,” Isla smiled dangerously. “When Arthur Sterling tried to bribe me to say the baby wasn’t yours. He offered me two million dollars to fake a paternity test and claim it was a random donor. I recorded him.”

Sebastian stared at her. “You kept that? Why didn’t you use it then?”

“I was saving it,” Isla said. “For a rainy day. It’s pouring now.”

Chapter 10: The Checkmate

They didn’t go to court.

They invited Arthur Sterling to a private meeting at the penthouse.

Arthur arrived looking smug. He thought he had the upper hand. He thought Sebastian would pay millions to keep the kids out of the press.

He sat down, smoothing his suit.

“Sebastian,” Arthur nodded. “Lovely home. A bit… crowded with all these toys.”

“Cut the pleasantries, Arthur,” Sebastian said. He was standing by the fireplace. Behind him stood Chloe, Harper, Isla, and Maya. A united front.

“Fine,” Arthur said. “The lawsuit goes away for fifty million. A small price for your privacy. And for the ‘well-being’ of the children.”

“We aren’t paying you a dime,” Isla said, stepping forward.

She slid a tablet across the table.

“Press play.”

Arthur frowned. He pressed play.

His own voice filled the room. Sneering, cruel, offering a young Isla money to lie about paternity. Threatening to ruin her career if she didn’t comply. Calling Elena a “dead vessel.”

Arthur went pale.

“That… that is illegal recording,” he stammered.

“New York is a one-party consent state,” Isla said sweetly. “And that recording is the first chapter of my audio book. It drops on Amazon tomorrow. Along with the chapters about your tax evasion schemes that I found while I was digging.”

“Unless,” Sebastian interrupted, “you drop the lawsuit. And you leave the country.”

“Leave the country?”

“I bought a retirement villa,” Sebastian said. “In Patagonia. It’s very remote. Very quiet. And it has no internet. It’s fully paid for. Consider it a gift.”

“You want to exile me?”

“I want to protect my children,” Sebastian said. “If you stay, the book comes out. The recording goes to the DA—extortion is a felony, Arthur. You go to prison. If you go… you retire in comfort.”

Arthur looked at the women. He looked at Sebastian. He realized he was outmatched. He was fighting a family, and families fight dirty.

“Fine,” Arthur whispered.

“Good,” Sebastian said. “The plane leaves in two hours.”

Chapter 11: The Winter Gala

Christmas Eve.

The Blackwood Annual Gala was back, but it wasn’t a stuffy corporate event anymore. It was a celebration.

The ballroom was filled with balloons. Children were running everywhere—children of employees, children from the Genesis Foundation scholarship program.

Sebastian stood on the balcony, watching the party.

Julian, Rose, and Leo were on the dance floor, trying to teach Stone (the scary head of security) how to do the “Floss” dance. Stone was trying his best.

Chloe was dancing with her husband. Harper was laughing with her partner. Isla was signing advance copies of her book (minus the chapter about Arthur, which was locked in a vault forever).

Maya walked up to Sebastian.

“You did it,” she said.

“We did it,” Sebastian corrected.

He looked at the painting of Elena, which hung in the center of the room now.

“She would have loved this,” Maya said.

“She does,” Sebastian said. “She’s watching.”

He felt a small hand tug on his jacket. It was Rose.

“Daddy!” she said. “Come dance! They’re playing the Star song!”

The DJ was playing ‘Starman’ by David Bowie.

Sebastian smiled. He picked up his daughter. He took Maya’s hand—a gesture that had become more than just friendly over the last year.

He signaled to the boys.

They walked onto the dance floor. The billionaire, the aunt, and the three miracles.

As he spun his daughter around, surrounded by the family he had built from the ashes of grief, Sebastian Black realized something profound.

His glass house hadn’t shattered. It had become a diamond. Unbreakable, multi-faceted, and brilliant.

And the view from inside was finally perfect.

The End.