“Mr. Styles, you’re early!” Natalie, my assistant, sputters as she scrambles to gather papers across her desk. “I’m sorry, I’m so sorry, I had no idea you’d be early, I wasn’t ready-”

“Good morning, Natalie!” I greet with a warm smile. “I brought you a spare muffin, I hope you like blueberries.”

Natalie stares at me with wide eyes, blinking in surprise at my response. There’s been a lot of that the past few days, to be honest, and I’m not sure what that’s about.

…Alright, yes I am.

As the CEO of the firm, I typically run my employees with an iron fist. No games, no funny business, none of that. But after a recent celebration in my personal life, how could I keep acting like I have a rain cloud following me around?

You and I have been married for a little over a year, after spending a few years together. It’s well known within the company that you’re the one and only person I lower my iron gate for, having even paused mid-firing someone to take your call just to hear your sweet voice.

Now, just this past weekend, we found out you’re having a baby.

I’m not sure anything could bring me off my high right now.