(Winona)Every time I’ve been at this hospital it’s been in fear of the life of someone I love dearly. Abby, Jayden, Mom.Now, I’m walking back into that same uncertainty, but this time it’s about a life that hasn’t even begun yet. I see Jayden ahead, his tall frame standing rigid, his eyes focused on the floor. He looks like a man ready for battle, and in a way, he is.“Jayden,” I call out as I approach. His head snaps up, and the tension in his face softens just a bit when he sees me.“Winona,” he replies, his voice thick with emotions he’s trying to keep in check. He pulls me into a quick hug, his arms strong and protective around me. “Thanks for coming.”“Of course,” I say, leaning into him for just a moment, taking some of his strength for myself. “What’s the situation?”“They’re prepping Ashlyn for the emergency c-section,” he explains, his voice steady but laced with worry.I nod, trying to absorb the gravity of the situation. “Do they know if the baby will be okay?”He shakes
(Judy)I know there was a board meeting happening today. Whatever, I’ve honestly lost my zest for life anyway.Maybe I’ll take up cruising life. There’s nothing here for me now. I can go be a prisoner of my own doing in my castle after that.My lawyer calls and I connect. “Hello.”Mark’s voice comes through, tense and measured. “Judy, you’re not going to believe what I’m about to tell you.”“Try me,” I say, rolling my eyes.Lawyers always have a flair for the dramatic. I used to be able to trump the dramatic with a flick of my fingers. Those days are over. I have no battles left to fight.“It’s about Jayden,” he begins, “he’s… well, he’s walked away from Brennan Industries.”“What do you mean, ‘walked away’? That’s ridiculous. Jayden wouldn’t just leave. He’s not stupid.”“I know it sounds unbelievable,” Mark says, his tone cautious. “But it’s true. He handed over half of his shares… to you.”“To me?” My heart leaps at the thought.Maybe, just maybe, he’s finally come to his senses. M
(Winona)The room is bright, too bright, as the surgical lights glare down on Ashlyn’s still form, her chest still rising and falling in time with the machine keeping her alive. Alive for this, this moment.I pray the baby comes through. I stand beside Jayden, gripping his hand tightly, trying to be strong for him—for both of us. The tension is thick with worried nerves from the both of us, every second dragging on like an eternity.Jayden hasn’t taken his eyes off Ashlyn’s face, his face set in a grim expression. He’s stroking her cheek, and my heart is breaking for him. I know he’s trying to keep it together, but I can feel the tremor in the hand I’m holding.I tighten my grip momentarily and then let go.I take Ashlyn’s hand. “This is it, Ashlyn, the one thing you wanted. To see this baby make it. You asked me to adopt your baby. To keep the baby safe. I promise you I will always do that for you. Jayden and I will always do that.”A single tear rolls down Jayden’s face onto his fac
(Jayden)“But what about Ashlyn? What happens now?” I ask because as much as my baby has life, this also means hers will likely end. I can’t just ignore that.“She’ll be well cared for post-op and taken back to her room. The same as any patient. You’ll get time to say goodbye if that’s what’s needed.”I sigh in relief. “I want Ashlyn taken to the Brennan Wing. No arguments. Her mother is due this afternoon. Please make sure she has everything she needs in there with her daughter.”“Of course, Mr. Brennan.”The trip to the neonatal ward is a blur. The tiny form of my son, wrapped in a small, sterile blanket, is surrounded by the best medical equipment and minds available.The doctors and nurses work quickly, their hands deft and sure, ensuring that every moment counts.The billions in my bank don’t count for anything right now. Because sometimes the best medical care you can buy still isn’t enough.Winona is beside me as we follow along with the small incubator that holds my son, our s
(Winona)A few hours later, Dr. Green pops in. The doctor’s face is calm, but she does look serious. Jayden and I stand on either side of our son, our hands still resting gently on his tiny form.The reality of what we’re facing is beginning to set in.“Congratulations on the birth of your son,” Dr. Harris says, her voice soft but serious. “He’s stable, but we need to be realistic about the challenges ahead.”“What kind of challenges?” Jayden asks.“He’s going to need tube feeding for a while,” Dr. Harris explains, her eyes meeting mine with a steadiness that I appreciate. “He’s very premature, and his organs are still developing. The next few weeks will be critical in determining his long-term health.”Jayden nods, he’s absorbing every word, every piece of information. “Will he be…? I mean, will he have any ongoing disability?”“There’s always a chance of health complications in the long term,” Dr. Harris continues. “We’ll be monitoring him closely.”I swallow hard, trying to keep my
(Jayden)I stand in the Brennan wing of the hospital. I’m going into the smaller unit to meet with Ashlyn’s Mom. Ashlyn is in there as well and I know that her Mom, as her next of kin, has to sign the papers that will let the doctors turn off the life support.This has to be hard for Mrs. Carter. I let myself in the door and went to the living area. I don’t want to interrupt her personal time with Ashlyn in the bedroom. I hear voices, and I guess the medical staff are updating her.I named the baby after Ashlyn’s father, as a small gesture of respect, something that might offer some comfort to Mrs. Carter.But as soon as Mrs. Carter walks into the room, I feel the tension. She’s a tall woman, her posture rigid, with a coldness in her eyes that immediately puts me on edge. She looks perfect, too perfect.The kind of perfect that you know is bought and paid for.“Mrs. Carter,” I say, keeping my voice steady. “Thank you for coming. I wanted you to know that I named the baby after Ashly
(Jayden)The music is pounding, the lights are flashing, and for the first time in what feels like forever, I’m out, trying to enjoy myself.The new club is packed, and Lance is already in his element, a drink in hand, a grin plastered on his face as he chats up every woman within a ten-foot radius.I try to relax, sipping my drink and letting the atmosphere wash over me, but there’s a nagging feeling that I shouldn’t be here. I should be with Henry.“Relax. He’ll be fine with the nurses. You know how good they are with the babies.”“Yeah, but I feel guilty. What if he has a setback?”“He’s been going great all week. The doctor said the best thing you can do is take some you-time. You’ve been there every possible moment.”“I know. I know you are right. But it doesn’t feel right.”“I’m hearing you. But, we’re here now. I’m all dressed up, Cass as well, a little less black and baggy.”“You are looking amazing too” She is. Her slender form in a hugging blue dress is amazing. But she coul
(Jayden)“What the hell, Lance?” I mutter, trying to keep my voice low.Lance, as usual, is completely oblivious to feelings. “What? I thought it’d be a good idea to bring them out, you know, get to know everyone. They’re family now, right?I glare at him, my jaw clenching. “Family? Lance, I handed them shares to keep them and that business out of my life, not to bring them into it.”Lance shrugs, unbothered by my annoyance. “Yeah, but they’re here now. Might as well make the best of it. Those sisters are hot hot hot!”“Do not even go there. I swear Lance…”Before I can finish, Gabriel catches sight of me and waves hesitantly.I force a smile and wave back, feeling Winona’s eyes on me as she approaches. “I don’t know what Lance has done but I know that look between you two.”Lance waves the four of them to come closer. The older sister is looking like she hates it here and the youngest is bopping with the beat and looks excited. The other is somewhere in between, I think.I sigh, runn