"Not yet, but she's scheduled it. Let me check the time," Lena said, pausing for a second. "It's set for eleven."I glanced at the clock. It was already ten."Did she say why?" I asked."Nope, just said she didn't want it anymore. She signed the papers herself. The fetus is over three months along, so it's not just a quick procedure—it's a termination," Lena explained.Even though I've never been a mom, hearing that made my chest tighten. "Stall it for now. I'll reach out to Jace.""You sure you want to get involved?" Lena asked.I hesitated. "I saw her yesterday, and now she's doing this. If I don't tell Jace, he'll never forgive me. And besides..."This baby was the last piece of Desmond's bloodline.I hung up with Lena and immediately dialed Jace.He didn't pick up at first. Not surprising, considering I'd shut him down recently. I figured he wouldn't want to talk to me at all.Just as I was about to hang up and try calling from a different number, Jace finally answered, h
I didn't catch anything Jace said after that. What I'd just found out hit me like a truck.All the questions I'd had were finally answered, but I never saw this coming.Desmond had been someone I knew pretty well—thin, always smiling, the kind of guy who'd look out for everyone. I never imagined his death was because he couldn't deal with his wife hooking up with Jace.No wonder Jace was a total wreck after Desmond died... because it was his fault.Suddenly, everything made sense—why Desmond's parents treated Tanya like dirt, why they didn't want anything to do with the baby she was carrying. They probably didn't even think it was Desmond's kid.I wasn't even that mad at Jace for cheating on me before, but now, standing here, I realized just how low he'd really gone. He was the reason his so-called best friend was dead.Lena must've seen the change in my face, because she pulled me aside.Once we were in her break room, I just sank into a chair, totally silent for what felt like
Steve's smile instantly froze. He looked at me, thrown off. "Why are you asking about that?""I just want to visit," I said.He studied me for a moment, a mix of confusion and concern in his eyes.I didn't explain further or mention that Jace had been involved in Desmond's death. I was sure Steve had no idea—if he did, he would've cut Jace off a long time ago."Did something happen?" Steve asked, his voice tinged with worry.I didn't answer directly. "Just take me there."Seeing that I wasn't going to explain more, Steve sighed and nodded. He agreed to take me to Desmond's grave, though I could tell he was still wary.When we got to the cemetery, we saw Desmond's parents standing by his grave. Even from a distance, we could hear his mom's heart-wrenching sobs, mixed with angry curses.I couldn't make out who she was cursing, but I could guess—Tanya.It didn't feel right to approach them, so Steve and I hung back, waiting until they left.As they walked past us, Desmond's dad
It was Hayden.He was unlocking his door, holding a bag of vegetables in one hand. My sudden movement must've startled him, because he turned around, his eyes narrowing slightly.I just stood there, staring at him like I was having some kind of out-of-body experience. I didn't say a word—just watched him, completely zoned out.It wasn't until Hayden asked, "What's up?" that I snapped back to reality. I shook my head, still not fully awake."Are you sick?" he asked, setting the bag down and stepping closer.I couldn't get my mouth to work, so I just shook my head again, even though I wasn't sure what I was feeling.Then, out of nowhere, I felt something cool against my forehead—Hayden's hand. His voice sharpened with concern. "You're burning up."I was still in a daze, barely registering that he was talking about me.Hayden seemed to pick up on my confusion. Before I could process what was happening, he stepped inside my apartment and scooped me up into his arms. My already ligh
Since my parents passed away, I had never complained about the bitterness of medicine again. After all, there was no one left to give me sugar-free candies, and I hadn't tasted one since."It's really sweet," Hayden coaxed, lifting the candy to my lips again, almost teasingly.I finally opened my mouth. But the moment the candy touched my tongue, tears welled up in my eyes, spilling over before I could stop them."Why are you crying?" His hand was on my face, gently wiping the tears away.But the more he asked, the more I felt a tightness in my chest, and the harder it was to hold back the flood of emotions. My tears kept falling, faster than Hayden could wipe them.In the end, he took the cup from my hands and gave my hand a reassuring squeeze. "If you hate the medicine that much, we won't take it."He stepped away, and I buried my face in my hands.After crying for a bit, I felt lighter, like some of the weight on my chest had lifted. The thermometer under my arm beeped, pulli
When I recalled what I'd said earlier, my breath caught in my throat. I wanted to explain, maybe apologize, but Hayden, still kneeling beside the couch, stood up before I could say anything. "Dinner's ready. Come eat."As he pulled his hand away, I realized how tightly I'd been gripping him. In my dream, I thought I was holding onto my parents—but it had been Hayden all along. And I'd cursed him, thinking he was the one getting in the way.Awkwardly, I let go. His arm lifted, revealing deep red marks from where I'd squeezed too hard.Without a word, he turned and walked off. I slowly sat up, feeling sticky and uncomfortable. I'd definitely broken a sweat—probably a sign the fever had finally passed."Here, put this on. Don't catch another cold," Hayden said, coming back with a blanket.I reached out to grab it, but my grip was still weak, and I almost dropped it. He ended up draping it over me himself, then handed me a warm, damp cloth to wipe my hands.For a moment, I felt like
After I said that, I remembered what I'd wanted to ask him yesterday. "Those guys who came after you—did they give you any more trouble?"As I spoke, I glanced at his hands and face, instinctively checking for any bruises. Luckily, there weren't any."No," Hayden said, almost like he could read my mind. "And even if they did, they wouldn't stand a chance."So confident.I finished the last sip of my soup and asked, "Have you found out anything about your dad's accident? Like, who's behind it? Why are they coming after you?"Hayden looked at me. "They're scared I'll find out the truth about my dad's boss's death."He was being vague, like always, leaving me to dig for more. "Was his boss some big deal? Did his death mess with people's plans or something?""It's been over a decade. There's no financial benefit left. What they're worried about is the boss's kid holding a grudge."Something in his voice made my throat tighten. "The boss had a kid? Do they know you're investigating?
My mouth was faster than my brain—again. Ugh, such a problem.The second the words left my lips, I realized how inappropriate they sounded.I was scrambling to figure out how to backtrack when Hayden just said, "Alright."Wait, what? Did he just... agree?He didn't brush it off, didn't make some macho comment about not needing my help?Even if he didn't reject the idea of staying with me, I figured he'd at least say no to borrowing money. But this time, he didn't.He must really be struggling. The thought that he might actually need help for his sister tugged at my heart a little.That feeling passed fast, and I cleared my throat, trying to get back on track. "Has your sister seen any doctors? If she has medical records, send them to me. I know some people who could help.""Sure," he agreed.With nothing left to say, I stood up. "Thanks for today. I should get going."Hayden looked at me. "If you start feeling sick again, call me.""Will do," I replied with a smile, turning
"Got it!" Lena responded cheerfully. She washed her hands before sitting back down, picking up the utensils Aaron had prepared for her, and diving into her dumpling-and-dipping-sauce breakfast combo. "Uncle, why aren’t you eating?" She had already eaten two dumplings before realizing he hadn’t touched any. "I’m not hungry." Three words. Which meant he hadn’t eaten yet. "There’s too much food. I can’t finish it all by myself. Eat some too," Lena said casually as she picked up a dumpling with her chopsticks and held it up to his mouth. She did it so naturally—until she realized what she had just done. Aaron froze for a second, surprised by her gesture. The moment of hesitation made her realize too—wasn’t this kind of inappropriate? She was just about to pull her hand back when— He leaned in and took the dumpling straight into his mouth. Lena’s face flushed red in an instant. She hurriedly withdrew her hand, lowered her head, and focused on eating. Meanwhile, Aar
She was shocked to see him here so early. Especially today—a day when everyone was celebrating the new year, spending time with their loved ones—and yet, he was here. With her. Lena wasn’t made of stone. She felt it. A warmth, an unspoken emotion that settled deep in her chest. "Uncle, why are you here so early?" She walked over, hands casually tucked into her coat pockets. "I didn’t want you to go hungry," Aaron replied simply, lifting the bag of food in his hand. He glanced at her break room. "Open the door." She unlocked the door and stepped inside, with him following close behind. Her break room was small—a single desk and chair, a narrow bed, and a tiny wardrobe. Nothing extra, nothing unnecessary. "Sit down, Uncle," she said naturally, settling onto the bed while motioning for him to take the chair. Aaron placed the food down and asked, "Did you sleep at all?" "I did," Lena replied. But as soon as the words left her mouth, she thought of that dream—and let o
"If it weren’t for my goddaughter, I wouldn’t even bother with you," Lena said, gently rocking the baby in her arms. "Right, little Aurora? Your godmother just adores you." "Come on, Aurora, it’s time to eat," Lena said as she carefully placed the baby in Keira's arms. Although it was her first time, Keira wasn’t embarrassed. She followed Lena’s instructions, trying to breastfeed for the first time. But the process was… painful. And since her posture was incorrect, neither of them got it right—Keira ended up covered in sweat from struggling, and her baby still hadn’t eaten properly. Panic set in. Anxiety crept up her spine. "What do I do?" Keira asked, her voice tight with unease. "It’s okay. This happens at first. Let’s transition with formula for now," Lena reassured Keira before glancing at Hayden, who had been standing there the whole time, watching anxiously—and sweating just as much as Keira was. "Go make your daughter a bottle," she told him. Hayden, the man wh
That conversation… Lena shuddered. Yeah, she had definitely come back too early. It was best to leave now before she ruined the mood for those two inside. Not wanting to hear any more, she quickly turned to leave—only to smack her leg against a nearby chair. The pain was real, but worse was the noise it made, drawing attention to her presence. Inside the room, Hayden—already feeling awkward from Keira's teasing—froze. The sound from outside made him even more uncomfortable. Keira couldn’t hold back her laughter. The moment Keira burst out laughing, however, pain shot through her lower abdomen. "Ah—ow!" Keira gasped. Hayden immediately panicked. "What’s wrong? Where does it hurt?" Hearing her cry, Lena rushed in as well. "What happened?" "I laughed too hard and pulled my stitches," Keira explained, gripping Hayden’s hand tightly. Lena glared at Keira. "You’re a mother now, and yet you’re still acting like a child. Do you have any idea what condition you’re in?"
"It’s fine. I can do it," Hayden said naturally as he picked up the basin and went to fetch warm water. The moment he stepped out, Lena turned to scold Keira. "You went through so much pain to give birth to his child. Why would you feel bad about letting him do something for you?" "It’s not that I feel bad—I just feel embarrassed," Keira whispered in defense. Lena rolled her eyes. "So dramatic." Keira shot her a glare in return. "Just wait until it’s your turn. When your husband has to handle your private matters, you’ll understand how awkward it is." The moment the words left Keira's mouth, she saw Lena’s face turn red. Lena quickly hugged the baby and turned away. But Keira caught it. Something was off. "Wait… why are you blushing?" Keira asked suspiciously. "I am not blushing," she denied immediately. What Keira didn’t know was that her words had triggered the memory of Lena's ridiculous dream—where she had been lying on the delivery bed, cursing Aaron while gi
The moment she finished cursing, Lena jolted awake. She sat there, dazed. What kind of ridiculous dream was that? She had assisted in delivering countless babies before, but this was the first time she had ever dreamed of giving birth herself. And not only that—she had dreamed of giving birth to Aaron’s child? That was beyond outrageous. Absolutely absurd! What a way to start the new year. That dream was anything but beautiful. Lena ran a hand down her face, shaking off the lingering unease. She quickly got up, poured herself a glass of water to calm down, and then left the break room. Back in the hospital room, Hayden was feeding Keira. Keira was perfectly capable of eating on her own, but he insisted on feeding her, saying that she was in a special period and should be treated like a queen. That this was the time to learn how to be spoiled properly. Fine. If this was how he wanted to make up for the suffering she endured giving birth to their daughter, she’d give
Keira looked at Lena and smiled as she followed up on Hayden’s words. "You’re family. It’s different." Lena shot her a subtle glare before stuffing the red envelope into her pocket and saying, "Give me the rest. I’ll hand them out for you later." Hayden passed her the prepared stack of red envelopes, and as she took them, she asked, "What about the other departments?" Hayden and Aaron exchanged a glance and chuckled. "Of course. Every medical staff member in this hospital gets one." "President Hart, you’re too generous," Lena said, giving him a thumbs-up. With that, she took the envelopes and left. Aaron glanced at the time. "If there’s nothing else, I’ll be heading back now." "Mm. Happy New Year!" Hayden said, offering his holiday wishes. "Happy New Year to your whole family," Aaron replied, adding a few extra words that made both Hayden and me instinctively turn toward the baby in the bassinet. From today onward, we were officially a family of three. Outside the h
When Keira returned to the hospital room, she was greeted by a sight that made her pause. The room was decorated with fresh flowers and balloons, and beside her bed, there was a small cart filled with various gift boxes. The atmosphere was so festive that if someone walked in, they might have thought it was a birthday party rather than a postpartum recovery room. "What’s all this?" Lena asked on Keira's behalf. "A reward for my wife," Hayden answered, his hand still holding Keira's as he gazed at her with deep affection. "She went through so much. This is my way of thanking her." Keira smiled faintly. "I don’t need any of this." "Whether you need it or not is one thing. Giving it to you is my choice," Hayden said, pressing a kiss onto Keira's fingertips. "Even if everything I have already belongs to you, I still want to give you more." "Such a loving husband—honestly, what more could a woman ask for?" Lena teased before patting Keira's hospital bed. "But if President Hart r
Elder Mitchell wasn’t buying it. "That just means you guys didn’t really want to give anything. If you truly wanted to, there’s no such thing as a gift that can’t be delivered." The two old men started bickering again, but Hayden ignored them. Instead, he kept his eyes on the infant bathing room. Before long, the nurse finished bathing the baby and carried her out. Hayden reached out to take her, but the two elders immediately moved to get closer. He blocked them without hesitation. "Don’t you know old people’s eyes are toxic? You shouldn’t be staring at her for too long." Elder Hart: "…" Elder Mitchell: "…" With that, Hayden carried the baby and walked away. The two old men trailed after him, hoping to catch another glimpse, but Hayden wasn’t about to give them the chance. "Congratulations," Aaron, who had been standing nearby, offered his well wishes. "It’s a daughter. Take a look," Hayden said, his pride practically radiating off him. Aaron lowered his gaze to the