Final Semester, First Heir: Pregnant by the Billionaire CEO

Roman's POV

Two months had passed since Raven's first therapy session.

Two months of watching her slowly find herself again.

Two months of holding her through the tough days and celebrating the good ones.

She wasn't fully healed yet—I knew that. But she was getting there.

And I wanted to make sure that on her birthday, she felt nothing but love, peace, and joy.

I had planned the entire day from start to finish, making sure she didn't have to lift a single finger.

Because after everything she had been through, she deserved to be spoiled, cherished, and celebrated.

And I was going to make damn sure she felt like the queen she was.

The Morning Surprise

The morning of her birthday, I woke up before her, slipping out of bed quietly.

Arielle was still asleep in her bassinet, her tiny chest rising and falling peacefully.

I leaned down, pressing a soft kiss to her forehead before heading downstairs to start

Raven's surprise.

By the time she woke up, the entire bedroom smelled like fresh coffee, warm croissants, and strawberries.

I watched from the doorway as she stretched, her curls spilling over the pillow, a soft, sleepy hum escaping her lips.

God, she was beautiful.

"Good morning, birthday girl," I murmured, stepping into the room with a tray in my hands.

Her eyes widened slightly, a lazy smile spreading across her face.

"You made me breakfast?" she asked, sitting up.

I smirked, setting the tray on her lap. "Of course. You deserve to be spoiled today."

She glanced at the tray—a golden croissant, fresh fruit, scrambled eggs, and a cappuccino.

She shook her head, amusement dancing in her eyes.

"I swear, Roman. You do too much."

I leaned down, kissing her forehead.

"For you?" I murmured. "Never."

She blushed, taking a bite of the croissant.

And as I sat beside her, watching her enjoy every bite—

I felt it again.

That deep, unwavering love.

The kind that only grew stronger every day.

Self-Care & Pampering

After breakfast, I handed her an envelope.

She raised a brow. "What's this?"

"Your schedule for today," I said with a smirk.

She unfolded the paper and gasped.

10:00 AM – Full Body Massage
12:00 PM – Luxury Facial
2:00 PM – Nail Appointment

She stared at me, her mouth slightly open.

"You planned a whole spa day for me?" she whispered.

I shrugged. "I just want you to feel your best. No stress. Just relaxation."

Her eyes glistened slightly, and she reached over, cupping my face gently.