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    He walked straight over to her. “You’re heading up the fifth-generation fighter project?”


    Brenna looked up calmly. “Yes. The team is assembled and we start next week. What’s the matter?”


    He took her hand, worry in on his face. “You’re carrying our baby. I’m afraid it’ll wear you out. Can’t you dy the project until after the birth?”


    Brenna gave him a gentle, reassuring look. “It’s all right. The team handles the bulk of the work. I’m only responsible for the core systems and the control program—it won’t exhaust me. I promise my health won’t be affected.”


    Ethan was still unconvinced. He turned back to his father. “Dad, you still have connections in the military. Can you push for the project to be dyed by a year or two?”


    Emmett shook his head. “That’s not a decision I have the authority to make. But I can apply some pressure. They probably don’t even know she’s pregnant. Once they do, they’ll reconsider the arrangement. Don’t worry—the military isn’t unreasonable. They won’t ignore something like this.”


    Ethan’s brow furrowed. “Call them now.”


    Emmett didn’t hesitate. He picked up his phone and dialed Braeden.


    The moment the call connected, he said, “Braeden, you’re really out of line.”


    On the other end, Braeden sounded genuinely confused. “What are you talking about? What did I do?”


    “Brenna is pregnant,” Emmett said, “and you’re still assigning her a major project? How can you treat her like that?”


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    Braeden went quiet for a moment, genuinely caught off guard. “Really? She never told me that,” he murmured, a troubled crease forming between his brows. He truly hadn’t known. After a brief pause, he made his decision without hesitation. “Her well-beinges first. We’ll put the fifth-generation fighter program on hold for one year and resume it afterward.”


    The swiftness of his response left Emmett and Ethan exchanging startled nces. They had braced themselves for hours of back-and-forth negotiation, only to have the matter resolved in a matter of seconds.


    When Brenna learned of the dy, she epted it withoutint—though in truth, she had nned to continue sketching design drafts throughout her pregnancy. A little fatigue had never troubled her, and she was confident her condition wouldn’t be significantly affected. Even so, she let it go.


    Within two weeks, Ethan had secured Rosanna a position with civil aviation, assigning her to domestic routes. Rosanna was deeply grateful. Without his intervention, she might never have stepped into a cockpit again. Flying was the great love of her life; even if it wasn’t a fighter jet, piloting amercial aircraft was more than enough.


    Five yearster.


    Brenna was now a mother of three—two energetic little boys and a newborn daughter. Her eldest was four and a half, her second child a lively three-year-old, and their baby sister had barely been in the world a month. The long-anticipated fifth-generation fighter design had atst beenpleted, and Brenna, as lead designer, attended the inaugural test flight in person.


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