(Winona)The hospital cafeteria is a far cry from a trendy café, but the coffee is good and, actually, the breakfast offerings look okay too. I sit at a small table by a window waiting to see if Cass turns up.Cass needs to be the driving force behind how we go about saying goodbye to Mom.Hopefully she’s ready to see me. I don’t blame her for being so angry and lashing out yesterday.Cass should be here any minute if she’s decided to come. I’ll wait a little, of course. Jayden’s with Ashlyn, talking to the doctors about the next steps for them all in regard to the baby.I want to be with him, but Cass needs me too, and right now, I need to focus on her. Then I’ll go talk to Jayden.The door to the cafeteria swings open, and I see Cass walk in, her shoulders hunched, her face pale and drawn. I let out a sigh of relief, she’s here.I wave to her, and she spots me, hesitating for a moment before she makes her way to the table. She slides into the chair across from me, not meeting my eye
(Winona) I sit with Jayden in the quiet of Ashlyn’s hospital room.The doctors have just left after delivering the news. Ashlyn’s condition hasn’t changed, and they don’t expect her to regain consciousness. Her brain is showing no activity.But the baby is showing no signs of distress right now. That’s the one piece of good news we needed to hear.Ashlyn and I were once friends. I helped her a lot through the her school years. Seeing her like this, even after all the things she’s done to me, makes me feel sad for her. I wish she’d have chosen a different path in life.Jayden is standing by Ashlyn’s bedside, his hand resting on the small swell of her abdomen. “They said the baby can stay in the womb as long as there’s no distress.”His voice is low, controlled. “The best option is to let the baby grow stronger, but if there’s any sign of trouble, we’ll have to act fast. But, I mean, I feel like it’s a cruel thing to keep a body going for my own devices like this. No one deserves to be
(Winona)I glance at Jayden, still sitting beside Ashlyn’s hospital bed, his eyes heavy with exhaustion. I know he doesn’t want to leave here but I can see the toll it’s taking on him. The dark circles under his eyes, the tension in his shoulders—it’s all too much.He needs a break, even if he doesn’t want to admit it.“Jayden,” I say softly, reaching out to touch his arm. “You need to take a break.”He shakes his head, not even looking at me. “I can’t leave. What if something happens?”“I understand,” I say, my voice gentle but firm. “But there’s not a lot you can do here right now. The doctors are taking care of Ashlyn and the baby. You need to take care of yourself, too. Just come home to see Abby and have dinner.”He finally looks at me, his eyes filled with a mix of exhaustion and stubbornness. “I don’t want to leave.”“I know,” I say, squeezing his arm. “But life is still going on outside of this hospital room. Come home, see Abby, take a shower... just breathe for a little whil
(Winona)The atmosphere around the dinner table is warm, despite the undercurrent of what’s to come. Anne, with her nurturing presence, insisted on cooking tonight, filling the penthouse with the comforting aromas of a home-cooked meal.She’s always known how to make any place feel like a home, and tonight is no different. We’re all here for Abby, to help her understand and cope with the loss that needs to be explained.I’m dreading it. I think the only thing worse than feeling pain is seeing other people’s pain and not being able to help. Seeing my daughter’s pain is not something I’m looking forward to.Jayden sits at the head of the table, his presence steady and reassuring. There’s a confidence about him despite what he’s personally going through. I can tell he’s put his difficulties aside to focus on our family unit tonight.I’ve never felt that way before with him.Abby is beside him, her little legs swinging under the chair as she eagerly eats the meal Anne prepared. She’s real
(Winona)“I’m not going anywhere. It’s okay.”Jayden’s eyes are wide. He clearly wasn’t expecting this level of emotion from Abby.Cass wipes her tears away, trying to be strong for Abby. “It’s okay to be sad, Abby. We will all miss Grandma Lucy.”“We’re going to be okay, Abby.” I hold her close.Anne, ever the steady presence, speaks up softly. “Abby, Grandma Lucy loved you so much. She wouldn’t want you to be sad for too long. She’d want you to remember all the good times you had together.”Abby nods against Cass’s chest, her tears slowly subsiding. “I remember when we drew pictures of her favorite park. She said she’d take me there one day.”“That’s a wonderful memory,” Anne says, smiling gently. “And you can keep those pictures forever.”“I’ll take you to that place, Abby.” Cass says to her.“Okay.” Abby sniffles as her tears dry up a little.Jayden clears his throat, drawing our attention. “I’ve been thinking… I’m not going back to the hospital tonight. I need to be here, with al
(Jayden)I take a deep breath before answering. “Brennan,” I say, my voice steady, even though my stomach is in knots.“Mr. Brennan, this is Dr. Mitchell. I wanted to give you an update on Ashlyn and the baby.”I hold my breath, waiting for the worst. “Go ahead.”“The baby’s condition remains stable. No changes today, which is good news. We’re continuing to monitor closely, but for now, everything is holding steady.”Relief washes over me. “Thank you, Doctor. I appreciate the update.”“You’re welcome. We’ll keep you informed of any changes. There’s no need for you to be here tonight if you choose to stay home.”“Thanks,” I say again before ending the call. I stare at the phone in my hand, letting the relief sink in. “The baby’s still okay.” I tell Winona who is looking on, concerned.“Oh, thank goodness. That’s great news, Jayden.”“I think I’ll stay here tonight. Doc says I’m not needed there.”“It’s up to you. I get it if you feel you need to be at the hospital.”“Maybe for a check
(Winona)I sit across from Jayden in the penthouse living room, the city lights flickering outside the floor-to-ceiling windows. The day has been long and exhausting, the week has, but somehow, sitting here with him, a sense of calm settles over me.We’ve finished cleaning up from dinner with Cass, and Anne is sleeping in Abby’s room. Abby had trouble settling off to sleep after the news we gave her over dinner.I was so relieved when she finally closed her red-rimmed eyes after countless memories we shared about Mom since she’d come to live with us. I’m grateful we’ve had that time to have memories of her.It’s heart-wrenching to see Abby’s little mind try and cope with the awful news. It’s late now and Jayden and I are chatting over a glass of port. The drink is warming, almost comforting with everything going on in our lives.Jayden leans back on the sofa, his eyes searching mine. “I’ve been thinking a lot about the future.”I nod, leaning in a little closer. “It’s hard to think to
(Winona)“I appreciate that,” I reply, my heart swelling with affection for him. “We can let things progress naturally. We’ve covered a lot of ground with Barnaby and with each other. I don’t think we need to overthink this.”Jayden nods, his hand still holding mine. “I want you to feel safe and natural with me. Like it used to be.”“I want that too. I don’t ever want it to be like our engagement party night again. But I do feel we are seeing life in a different light now.”“For sure. Do we need to redo the engagement party then? Finish on a more positive note?”“No. No going back. I mean, other than us arguing it was a perfect night.”“True. Okay.”“I think we should be planning the wedding.”He smiles at me and nods. “Alright then. I’ll do that.”“You want to plan the wedding?”“Yeah, sure. How hard can it be?”I laugh. “I guess you’ll be finding out.”“I can plan it then?”“Sure, why not? Knock yourself out.”We sit in comfortable silence for a moment, just enjoying the presence of