I will be back to the main couple tomorrow ^^
Maddox I can't believe we won the Super Bowl! I'm standing in the parking lot outside the hotel, smiling because I'm about to phone Michelle and tell her I'm coming home victorious. I'm so happy. It feels like it's been years since I saw Michelle and the twins. But I soon won't have that problem
Maddox The sound of breaking bones tortures me. There is a clump in my throat that I can't seem to swallow, and hot metal burns my legs. I hear the voices of the fans, asking if I'm dead. I can't respond to them. I'm afraid and sad, and all I want is to see Michelle and my little boys again. Bl
"You're lying." "I'm not." "Since when did you get back that stick up your ass?" Her words are so sudden and unexpected that I snort. "We are in the hospital, and you're thinking about my ass?" The smirk on her face is all sharp. "Since you're not letting me in, I'm thinking about beating that d
Michelle Let it out. It's okay to cry. Letting emotions run out is healthy instead of bottling them up. I look at my reflection, gripping the sides of the tap while taking deep breaths to calm down. Maddox didn't mean to yell at me—I know that, but it's hard to think rational thoughts when some
"I know," he looks at me. "But even in books and shit, it's always the man who is supposed to be the..." "Hero? Alpha? The one who never cries?" He laughs, but the smile doesn't quite reach all the way to his lips. Instead, his eyes look haunted. We both know why—because everything I said is true.
Michelle My heart is hurting for Maddox. He is home again, sitting in his wheelchair on the porch while holding the sleeping twins. They are resting against his chest, and their tiny little toes are visible. So cute. Warmth fills my chest as I take in the trio—the three most important people i
"Your drugs are read," I joke while pouring the blue soup from the mixer into a glass. I'm not sure if Maddox uses a straw, but add a colorful neon green one for fun. There are silly frills on it, and since I feel brave, I even throw in a tiny umbrella meant for drinks. "I feel spoiled," Maddox s
Michelle A few weeks have passed since the accident, and I'm in a good mood. My brown hair is caught in a messy bun at the top of my head. Tiny little baby strands are falling into my forehead, and I blow them away while filling the bathtub. It's a luxurious one, and I'm tempted to call it a jac