Power, Love, and Promise (COMPLETED)

Wine Talks

Several months had passed since the press conference, and life at the manor had taken on a slower, more intimate rhythm. With Selena's pregnancy progressing, her belly had grown significantly; she could barely stand for long periods now without feeling the strain. Frey, ever-attentive and mindful, had rearranged his work to be mostly remote, setting up an office in their manor where he could balance the demands of his business empire while staying close to her.

The Thornborough Wine project, named after both their family legacies, had taken off with promising success. Frey had overseen every detail—from overseeing the vineyard's harvest to finalizing the branding and distribution strategy. He and Selena had spent late nights together, sampling the wines, choosing label designs, and talking through their vision for the brand. Now, with the first batch of wines bottled and ready, they were on the cusp of launching it to the world.

"Frey, it's happening," Selena said one morning, her hand resting over her rounded belly as she sat in a cushioned chair near his desk, watching him as he answered emails and joined virtual meetings. "All that work, and our wine is ready for the world to taste."

He turned to her, smiling, "You're right. We've built something together from the ground up, just like we dreamed." He walked over to her, kneeling down so they were at eye level. "But it's not just the wine—it's everything, love. The house, our family...our babies," he said, placing a tender hand on her belly.

Selena chuckled softly, touching his hand. "We're juggling so much, and yet it feels right, like this is what we were always meant to do."

Frey returned to his desk, dialing into a call with the international distributor they'd partnered with. As he spoke smoothly, discussing logistics and market rollout plans, Selena admired his focus, his unwavering dedication. Frey was balancing an impressive array of responsibilities. His schedule was filled with strategic investments, where he met with influential CEOs and partners from all over the world through video calls and digital meetings. Alongside managing Thorne Financial and Ackenborough Industry, he was fielding new investment opportunities that would expand their wealth and influence further.

By mid-afternoon, after a full day of virtual meetings and wine business negotiations, Frey turned his attention fully to Selena, bringing a plate of her favorite snacks and settling beside her on the couch. She took his hand, intertwining her fingers with his, and sighed.

"How do you do it all?" she asked, her voice filled with admiration. "It feels like you're carrying all the weight for us right now."

He brought her hand to his lips, kissing her knuckles. "I may be handling the logistics, but you're doing the hardest work of all, carrying our babies," he whispered, a mixture of love and reverence in his gaze. "I'll handle the meetings, the business, the investments—anything to make sure we're ready for them."

As they talked, Frey's phone buzzed with messages, updates from his assistant, Jason, who was managing affairs at Ackenborough Industry while Frey worked from the manor. Jason updated him on investment figures, acquisitions, and upcoming meetings, but Frey brushed aside all non-urgent matters, prioritizing his time with Selena.

The hours slipped by, and as the evening light filled the room, they discussed their dreams for Thornborough Wine. Frey envisioned it becoming a celebrated name in luxury wines, known for the legacy they were creating together.

"It's more than a business, it's part of our family now," he said, his voice soft but filled with determination. "The twins will grow up knowing that their parents created this together."

Selena nodded, her eyes bright with pride. "And maybe one day, they'll take it over. Our legacy for them." She leaned her head on his shoulder, feeling a sense of calm and fulfillment wash over her. "With you by my side, Frey, I feel like we can accomplish anything."