{~~Avery Sterling~~}We made no progress today, but I know Jessie will provide some insight. She’s a brilliant witch doctor, and with her skills combined with Logan’s healing abilities, we should be able to find a cure. At least, that’s the hope I’m clinging to. Every day that passes without a breakthrough feels like another step closer to losing Hope. The weight of it all presses down on me—every second that ticks by, I imagine it’s a second closer to some irreversible end.As Logan drove us home, I watched the raindrops sliding down the window, streaking like tears. The storm outside mirrored the storm inside me. Hope was asleep in the backseat, her tiny chest rising and falling in a peaceful rhythm, completely unaware of the battle we were fighting for her. For her life.I glanced at Logan, who had been unusually quiet for most of the ride. His hands gripped the steering wheel, knuckles pale from the tension. He hadn’t said much all day, and I could tell something was bothering him
{~~Avery Sterling~~}I think Logan has lost his mind. This is not the act of a sane man.Logan took my hand, pulling me gently toward the edge of the pier, the sound of the rain drumming steadily on the surface of the lake. It was almost hypnotic—the steady rhythm against the wooden planks beneath us, the way the water rippled and danced with each drop, all while the sky churned in shades of gray above. I could feel my heart pounding in my chest, louder than the rain, louder than the wind rustling through the trees.“What are you up to, Logan?” I asked, squinting through the downpour, trying to read his expression. His wet hair clung to his forehead, and yet he was grinning, that boyish smile I fell in love with all those years ago. He didn't answer right away. Instead, he stopped when we reached the end of the pier, turning me to face the lake. The rain, the mist, the thick clouds hanging low above the water—it all made the scene almost surreal, like something out of a dream.“I was
{~~Avery Sterling~~}“Wanna wear my t-shirt to sleep?” Logan asked, his voice low and a little rough as I lay beside him, already thinking about us tangled in the cool sheets. The thought alone made my pulse quicken.“Sure,” I answered, a teasing smile playing on my lips. The way he side-eyed me told me he could sense I was up to something, that I was planning more than just sleep. The room was warm, the air heavy with the scent of his cologne and the heat we both carried from the day. Logan reached for one of his large black hoodies, his movements slow and deliberate.“No shirt?” I raised an eyebrow, half-expecting the t-shirt he’d mentioned.“Nah, I think you’d look better in this,” he said, a smirk tugging at the corners of his mouth as he handed me the hoodie.I slipped it on, the fabric is soft and enveloping, swallowing me in the scent of him. We climbed into bed and the quiet comfort of being together settled over us like a blanket. I wrapped my arms around him, drawing him clo
{~~Avery Sterling~~}Teasing Logan is one of my favorite games. There’s a thrill in pushing him just far enough, in seeing how long it takes for his control to snap. I knew exactly what I was doing—bringing out the beast in him. The heat between us was palpable, and the look in his eyes sent shivers down my spine. He was watching me like a predator ready to pounce, like he was prepared to devour me at any second.The tension kept building as I slid my fingers past my lips, sucking on them slowly, deliberately, letting out a soft moan. His entire body tensed, and I saw the exact moment his restraint broke. In an instant, he moved—fast and powerful, flipping me over so that I was underneath him, pinned to the bed.I couldn’t help but giggle, my breath catching as his weight pressed me into the mattress. His eyes were dark, and hungry, and I could feel the heat of him all around me, overwhelming in the best way.“You’re driving me insane,” he growled, his voice thick with lust and frustr
{~~Logan Grey~~}Last night was incredible, unforgettable in every sense. My body still ached from the intensity of it, the way Avery had gripped me, her fingernails biting into my back as if she was trying to mark me, claim me. And she had—completely. The scratches stung, but it was a good kind of pain, a reminder of how we’d spent the night together. Her bites, the way she tugged at my skin with her teeth, had me in a state of delirium, alternating between pleasure and pain, unable to tell where one ended and the other began.We started off with fire, raw and hungry for each other, but somewhere along the way, we descended into something even hotter, something almost primal. The sheets weren’t just messed up—they were torn in places, twisted around us as we moved together, and by the end, they were a casualty of our night. We hadn’t just made love; we had burned through the hours, consuming each other in a way that felt almost too intense to be real. There was a part of me that thou
{~~Avery Sterling~~}I started packing at ten in the morning, knowing my flight was scheduled for three pm in the afternoon. It was a tight window, but I’d grown used to working under pressure, especially when it came to travel. The familiar sight of my well-worn duffel bag greeted me from the closet, and I pulled it out, dumping it on the bed before I began shoving as many clothes as I could into it. My mind was scattered, thoughts bouncing between what I needed to pack and the fact that I was leaving. A slight knot formed in my stomach. I hated the thought of leaving Logan and Hope behind, even for just a few days. But this trip was necessary.As I zipped open another pocket to check for any last-minute items, Logan came in, cradling Hope in his arms. She was asleep, her little body curled up comfortably against his chest. The sight of them together always melted something inside me, and for a second, I just stopped packing and watched them. Logan’s gaze met mine, a soft smile tuggin
{~~Avery Sterling~~}The flight wasn’t bad at all, a smooth ride that gave me plenty of time to think and prepare for the days ahead. I spent most of the flight reading, trying to immerse myself in a book to keep my mind from wandering too far into worry. Every now and then, I’d glance out the window, watching the clouds shift and the landscape beneath me change from small dots of houses to vast stretches of wilderness. It was strange, being so far from home, but I knew this trip was important.As the flight neared its end, I pulled out my phone to text Agatha. She was supposed to pick me up, and I didn’t want to leave her waiting. Landed. See you soon, I typed quickly, sending it before I put my phone on airplane mode one last time before landing.The plane touched down smoothly, and once we reached the gate, I grabbed my carry-on and made my way through the airport. The anticipation of seeing Agatha again, an old college friend I hadn’t seen in years, was starting to bubble up. We’
{~~Logan Grey~~}Two days without Avery isn't an eternity, but it sure feels like a long time. I’m surviving, or at least I think I am. Tonight, I’m having dinner at my parents' place, and the whole family is here to celebrate the newborns. Felix’s child, Marley, and my daughter, Hope. It feels good to be around everyone, even if my mind keeps drifting to Avery. The house is buzzing with laughter and chatter. The babies are in their playpen, tapping at toys, oblivious to the joyful chaos around them. My parents are practically glowing as they fawn over their grandkids, doting on every little coo and babbling like they’re treasures.I sit back in a rocking chair, watching the scene play out before me. My brothers are in the kitchen, joking around while they cook, and their wives are on the couch, chatting and laughing. And Ronan’s children are lying on the floor coloring something. It’s one of those moments that feels picture-perfect, like a scene out of some old family movie. Even Rya
{~~Avery Sterling~~}The waterfall is majestic and stunning. Logan suggested we go in naked since we’re the only ones here. I’ll admit, trusting a radically vegan hippie to plan my honeymoon was a bold and disturbing choice. Third year in college she lugged me off to the rain forest where we camped for six weeks so we could connect with the gods who brought us here.It was my worst summer vacation. Six long weeks. But I got so much work done that I felt like I came back even smarter. I love Agatha, but my goodness, her ideas of fun are always nature-like. The lack of wifi is going to kill me, but thank god I got another honeymoon present from Logan’s parents as an apology for the way they acted at the start of my marriage to their son.And that one is for two months on a cruise. We’ll be leaving for that after a week of getting eaten alive by mosquitoes.The water is cold, and the view is even better. I talk alot of crap about Agatha but the woman is far more connected to this world t
{~~Logan Grey~~}My honeymoon is not at all what I expected. It’s one of those situations where you step back and think, How did I not see this coming? But I guess that’s what happens when you go with the flow and don’t plan out every last detail, just trusting that things will fall into place. We decided not to bring Hope with us, even though part of me wanted her to be here. She’s spending the week with my parents—her grandparents—which feels like a huge milestone, not just for her, but for me too. Avery and I wanted this time to ourselves, to really celebrate our marriage without any distractions, to focus on us for a change.We’re an odd pair to most people, and I know some didn’t expect us to last, but we’ve made it work in ways that surprise even me sometimes. Over the last year, we’ve settled into this rhythm that’s become second nature. It’s a good rhythm, one that’s brought us closer, and made us stronger. It’s funny—when you think about it, but it feels like so much longer.
\One Year Later/{~~Avery Sterling~~}So, you know how little girls always dream about their wedding day? It’s supposed to be this big, magical event, where everything falls perfectly into place, and for some, it’s the pinnacle of their dreams, right? But not me. I never had those kinds of dreams. You know how my life was, how crappy my sister and parents treated me. There was never much room in my head for fantasies like that. Growing up, I couldn’t even imagine what marriage would feel like because I was too busy surviving and getting through the mess of my family. But, okay, maybe deep down, I had some dreams. Everyone does, right? I just never thought they’d come true.And marrying Logan Grey—that’s a whole different thing altogether. I mean, when we started planning the wedding, I was so overwhelmed. There were just so many details, and so many decisions, and with everything I’ve been through, I just didn’t have the energy to care about floral arrangements or seating charts. So, I
{~~Avery Sterling~~}The almost-car accident shakes me up more than I expected, but Logan is fine, and I’m fine. It all happened so fast, and yet I can still feel the pulse of my heartbeat in my throat when I think about it. That truck had come out of nowhere. The driver didn’t even slow down. Had I not tripped over that stone while I was looking for a signal on my phone and he’d come to check on me... logan would have died a painful death before my eyes.So of course I was a fucking mess. That driver is crazy. Did he not see the car? Why did the car even stop? What was wrong with the engine? I have like six million questions!He called Ryan to come get us. I was in his arms on the side of the road, watching as other cars drove around the wreckage. They don’t stop but look on surprised at the mess. Whoever that driver was I hope to god his truck breaks down and he’s fired. Because what the hell?He should have at least stopped. Panic fills me but so does anger. The panic wins though.
{~~Avery Sterling~~}Logan and I had left Hope in the hospital. The tiny bundle of life—so fragile, yet resilient—was resting safely in the nursery, surrounded by the quiet hum of machines and the gentle presence of nurses. We’d return tomorrow, once we were sure they’d had time to scan her brain and ensure she was truly safe for release. My heart ached to leave her, but it was necessary. Thank goodness she was a baby, still too young to understand fear in the way that we did. She wouldn’t know the anxiety, the sleepless nights, the never-ending worry. All she knew was warmth and the safety of sleep, cocooned in blankets too big for her tiny form.The snow had started falling again, soft and silent, covering the world in a layer of purity that felt both soothing and unsettling. Logan drove carefully through the winding streets, the heater on low, warming our chilled fingers. We didn’t speak much, but the silence wasn’t uncomfortable. It was the kind of silence that sat between two peo
{~~Avery Sterling~~}I’m back in this beautiful pack, surrounded by familiar faces, and yet it feels so foreign after everything we’ve been through. the rain stopped while I was away and now we have a new season. The landscape is stunning, especially now, with the first snowfall of the season transforming the dense forest and the lake into a quiet, white wonderland. The snow blankets the ground in thick, untouched layers, making the whole world seem calm and serene, but cold—bitingly cold. It's as if the snow carries the weight of my worries. The weather has shifted dramatically over the past few days, moving from endless, gloomy rain to this sudden onset of winter. So, congratulations on freezing my butt off, even with all the layers I'm bundled in.Logan and I had spent last night at the lake house, a place of solace for us, trying to reconnect after everything that’s been thrown at us. It was bittersweet, those quiet moments by the fire, the crackling logs filling the air with warm
{~~Logan Grey~~}Avery is coming home today. Avery is coming home today. I’ve been repeating that sentence in my head for the past 48 hours, counting down the seconds like a kid waiting for Christmas morning. The excitement, the anticipation—it’s all bubbling up inside me, and I can barely sit still. I glance at the clock on my phone for what feels like the hundredth time, knowing it hasn't moved much since the last time I looked but somehow hoping the hands of time have sped up. It's been far too long since I’ve seen her.The air in the terminal is thick with the usual airport chaos—people rushing by, announcements echoing through the speakers, kids whining in the background—but it all fades into the background noise. I’m laser-focused, my heart pounding in sync with the roaring engines of planes outside. She’s been gone for weeks, and though it wasn’t that long, it feels like an eternity. We’ve been working tirelessly on the cure—sleepless nights, constant research, trial and error.
{~~Avery Sterling~~}Agatha and I had been at it for hours, possibly days, though the passage of time had become something of a blur in the dim, candlelit room. The air was thick with the scent of dried herbs and burning incense, their heady aromas mixing in a way that both calmed and invigorated me. I had never spent so much time in the presence of a witch doctor before—not like this, not in such an intimate setting where every movement, every word, every breath was part of a delicate and complex dance of life and death.I’d seen witchcraft before. In university, we had a professor who dabbled in the ancient arts, using it to enhance her knowledge of medicinal plants and natural remedies. It’s why i wished I’d been chosen to be a doctor, it would be so nice to be able to do so much than what a nurse can. But even she had never worked with the sheer precision and raw power that Agatha wielded. It was... mesmerizing. I couldn’t help but be drawn in, watching her every move, the way her
{~~Logan Grey~~}Two days without Avery isn't an eternity, but it sure feels like a long time. I’m surviving, or at least I think I am. Tonight, I’m having dinner at my parents' place, and the whole family is here to celebrate the newborns. Felix’s child, Marley, and my daughter, Hope. It feels good to be around everyone, even if my mind keeps drifting to Avery. The house is buzzing with laughter and chatter. The babies are in their playpen, tapping at toys, oblivious to the joyful chaos around them. My parents are practically glowing as they fawn over their grandkids, doting on every little coo and babbling like they’re treasures.I sit back in a rocking chair, watching the scene play out before me. My brothers are in the kitchen, joking around while they cook, and their wives are on the couch, chatting and laughing. And Ronan’s children are lying on the floor coloring something. It’s one of those moments that feels picture-perfect, like a scene out of some old family movie. Even Rya