Claimed by the Don.

The rain had been falling for so long that the sound of it no longer felt separate from the house. It blended into everything the walls, the floor, even the silence. Ava Carter stood by the window, one hand resting against the glass, watching the water trail downward in uneven lines that never seemed to reach the end.

Her reflection looked faint. Almost like it didn’t fully belong there.

She shifted slightly, the weight in her body pulling her attention back inward. The dull ache low in her abdomen had been there all evening, not sharp, not urgent, but steady enough to make her uneasy. She pressed her palm lightly against it, as if she could quiet it that way.

He said he would come early.

Her eyes moved to the driveway again.

Nothing.

The gates stayed closed. The lights outside flickered once, then steadied. No sound of a car. No movement.

Ava lowered her hand slowly. Her fingers hovered in the air for a second before they began to move out of habit, forming words no one could hear.

You said you’d come back.

The motion stopped halfway.

She let her hand fall.

It wasn’t the first time.

Behind her, the house remained quiet, too large for just one person, too empty for someone who wasn’t meant to fill it. Somewhere downstairs, a clock ticked with quiet persistence, marking time that didn’t seem to matter to anyone else.

Another wave of discomfort passed through her, slightly stronger this time.

Ava drew in a breath and held it, waiting.

It faded.

But not completely.

She stayed where she was for a moment longer, then turned away from the window. Standing still wasn’t helping. Thinking wasn’t helping either.

She walked slowly toward the bed, one hand brushing lightly against the furniture as she moved, more for balance than support. Everything felt heavier tonight her steps, her thoughts, even the air.

On the table beside the bed lay a thin stack of documents.

She hadn’t touched them since he placed them there.

Even now, she didn’t pick them up.

She only looked.

The top page was slightly misaligned, just enough for the word to show.

Divorce.

Ava stared at it longer than she meant to.

There had been a time she thought she could change things. Not all at once. Not dramatically. Just… slowly. A little patience, a little effort. Enough to make this marriage feel real.

Now, even that thought felt distant.

Another sharp pain cut through her.

This time, she didn’t ignore it.

Her hand moved to her stomach again, pressing more firmly as she leaned slightly forward. Her breath hitched, uneven, before she forced it to steady.

Not yet.

It shouldn’t be yet.

She turned toward the door.

Then stopped.

What would she do?

Call him?

Ava glanced toward her phone on the table. The screen was dark, silent, just like everything else.

For a moment, she didn’t move.

Then she picked it up.

Her fingers hesitated above the screen before pressing his name.

The call rang once.

Twice.

Three times.

Each second stretched longer than it should have.

Ava held the phone closer, as if that might make a difference.

The call ended.

No answer.

She stared at the screen, waiting for it to light up again.

It didn’t.

Another contraction came, stronger than before, forcing her to grip the edge of the table. The phone slipped slightly in her hand, nearly falling before she caught it.

This time, she didn’t try calling again.

Something in her stilled.

A quiet realization, not loud, not dramatic, but clear enough that it settled deeper than the pain.

He wasn’t coming.

Ava set the phone down carefully, her movements slower now.

She turned toward the door again.

This time, she didn’t hesitate.

The hospital lights were too bright.

They washed everything in a kind of white that made it hard to focus, hard to feel grounded. Voices moved around her nurses, footsteps, distant conversations but none of it stayed long enough to form something solid.

Ava lay back against the bed, her breathing uneven, her fingers gripping the sheet tightly.

There was no familiar face.

No voice calling her name.

No one waiting.

The pain came in waves now, stronger, closer together, leaving little space in between. Each one pulled her further into it, until everything else faded to the edges.

Someone spoke to her.

She couldn’t process the words.

Only the tone urgent, practiced.

“Stay with us.”

Ava’s eyes flickered open briefly.

The ceiling above her blurred.

She wanted to respond.

To say something.

But there was nothing.

Just breath.

Just pain.

Just the overwhelming awareness that she was alone.

Time lost its shape after that.

Minutes, hours she couldn’t tell.

Only the rhythm remained.

And then

A cry.

Sharp.

Clear.

Real.

Everything stopped.

Ava’s eyes opened fully this time, searching, unfocused at first before settling on the small form being held nearby.

Her child.

A girl.

For a moment, the world narrowed to just that.

The sound.

The movement.

The tiny life that had just entered everything she thought she understood.

Ava’s grip on the sheets loosened slowly.

Her breathing steadied, though her body still felt like it didn’t belong to her.

The nurse brought the baby closer.

Carefully.

Gently.

Ava looked at her daughter for the first time, really looked, her eyes tracing every small detail as if trying to hold onto it.

Her lips parted slightly.

No sound came.

But the emotion was there.

Clear.

Overwhelming.

She lifted her hand, hesitant at first, then placed it lightly against the baby’s cheek.

Warm.

Real.

Alive.

A tear slipped down the side of her face before she noticed it.

She didn’t wipe it away.

She didn’t need to.

Because in that moment

Even without words

She understood something completely.

No matter what happened next…

She wasn’t alone anymore.

Somewhere far from the hospital

A phone buzzed once on a glass table.

Then again, and again. But it was ignored.