LOGINWill’s P.O.V.Six Years LaterI wake up with her in my arms. My wife. The mother of my child.She’s still asleep, her face relaxed against my chest, her hair spread across the pillow. For a moment, I don’t move. I just watch her. Even after all these years, she is still the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen.My eyes shift to the nightstand, to the photo frame that has become a part of my morning ritual.It’s the first picture of us as a family.Iva is lying on the hospital bed, exhausted but glowing, cradling a tiny, swaddled bundle. And I’m there… kissing her forehead, looking like the luckiest man alive.Because I was. Because I still am.I remember that moment like it happened yesterday. Holding Ivy for the first time. She was so small, so fragile that I was paralysed by the thought that my hands built for power and control, might hurt her. They had actually trembled.Despite all the parenting classes, all the preparation nothing truly prepares you for the moment of holding a lif
Iva’s P.O.V.Three Months LaterI still find it hard to believe that I’m five months pregnant. Sometimes, I wake up in the middle of the night and press my hand to my stomach just to make sure the heartbeat is still there, that our miracle really did survive against all odds. It feels like a beautiful dream that I never want to wake up from.I’m sitting on the couch in the nursery, my hand resting on my growing baby bump. Will stands behind me, gently massaging my shoulders. His touch is so comforting like always. I melt into him, closing my eyes for a moment.We have waited so long for this peace.My gaze drifts around the nursery with a smile on my face. We’ve decorated it together, every little detail filled with love. It is exactly how I envisioned it. Every book is alphabetised on the white shelves. Tiny fairy lights are draped along one corner. A white crib sits near the window, decorated with cushions and a small hanging mobile with stars and clouds.There’s a rug beneath my fe
Will’s P.O.V.She falls asleep in my arms on the sofa. I always leave her exhausted… and now she needs extra care, rest, and love.God… I still can’t believe she’s pregnant. I’m going to become a father in seven months.With a smile, I place my hand on her stomach. I can’t wait to hold the mini version of my Professor.I really want to share this good news with my friends. They’ve been worried about us too.So I text them to ask them to meet at the club tonight.After a few minutes, I feel movement in my arms as she wakes up.“What are you doing on your phone?” she asks sleepily.“Nothing, my love.” I place my phone on the side table and pull her closer, hugging her tightly as I press a kiss to her forehead.“I’m hungry, baby,” she says in that soft, baby-like voice of hers.No one would believe she’s about to become a mother.“What do you want to eat, ma’am? Today, I’m going to cook for you,” I ask, threading my fingers through her hair as I look into her blue eyes.“Mac and cheese,”
Will’s P.O.V.I don’t remember the last time I felt… this light.We’re sitting in the car, the engine still off, yet neither of us makes a move to leave. It’s like stepping out of this moment would make it disappear.Like this is all a dream.Beside me, she’s glowing, and actually glowing. She hasn’t left her belly for even a second, her fingers gently caressing it like she’s afraid the moment she stops… it’ll all vanish.“I still can’t believe it. Our baby… is still there.” As she says, I turn my head and just… watch her.That shine in her eyes. That life.I can’t stop looking at her. I thought the light in my Professor’s eyes had been snuffed out forever, but here she is, shining brighter than ever. I’ve never been more thankful to God in my entire life.“Oh God…” she laughs, placing her hand more firmly on her belly. “I still can’t believe. You’re still in me, mini me. You came back to Mommy. Now she’ll protect you at any cost.”I place my hand over hers, covering it completely. “D
Iva’s P.O.V.The next morning, I sit on the edge of our bed. I feel weak, but I force a smile as I hear Will’s footsteps. I can't let him see me like this. If I look sick, he’ll take me to that place.I place my hand on my belly. It’s become a habit now. Every morning, I pray for a miracle. I pray to wake up from this nightmare and find that my baby is still there, inside me.The door opens, and my brows narrow as Will walks in, but he’s not alone. A woman in professional attire follows him.“Who is she?” I ask, my voice laced with suspicion.Will walks over and sits in front of me before taking my hands in his. “She’s my friend, Professor. And she is a doctor.” My stomach drops. “No—”“She won’t harm you, I promise. Trust me. She’s just going to examine you right here, in our home.” He blinks reassuringly.My eyes shift to the woman. And suddenly, my breath gets stuck. For a split second… her face blurs. And another face replaces it.That doctor. That room. That moment. My baby was
Will’s P.O.V.Every nerve in my body is screaming. The restriction of the leather, the cold wood of the cross against my back, and the stinging heat of the crop, it’s a sensory overload I never intended to experience from this side. The feeling of helplessness is driving me toward pure insanity. I am a man who commands thousands, a man whose word is law, yet here I am, splayed and shivering under the gaze of the woman I usually break.But despite the fire in my veins and the blow to my ego, I don’t regret it. Not for a single second. When every instinct in me is screaming to break free, to take control, to remind her exactly who I am. But I don’t.Because when I look at her… I see something I haven’t seen in days. Life. Her eyes aren’t distant anymore. They aren’t empty. They aren’t haunted. They’re burning. Focused. Alive.And if I have to walk through this particular hell to keep her from drowning in her grief, I’ll do it gladly. I love her more than my power. I love her more than
Will’s P.O.V. I reach college, looking for Iva, and jump out of the car. As I scan the parking lot, her sobs ring in my head constantly and my heart aches. God, please take all of her pain and give it to me. Make me suffer instead of her.And then I spot Iva.She’s in her car, parked in the far c
Will’s P.O.V.The vibration of my phone almost makes me drop it. I don’t even look at the caller ID before slamming it against my ear. “Tell me you have find her,” I snarl. I’ve completely lost my temper now. It’s been a week since Iva left home. A week without I’ve seen her. And for the last th
Iva’s P.O.V. I stand in front of the mirror, finishing my makeup for my first day at Ravenport. Then my eyes inevitably drift to my neck. I’m wearing both gifts. The heart pendant hangs low, while the rose gold 'W' choker sits snugly against my throat.Will is behind me, buttoning his shirt. As I
Iva’s P.O.V.The ice dildo is suddenly ripped away from my core. I let out a gasp and my body jolts against the table as the sudden absence of the frozen pressure leaves me feeling hollow.Suddenly, I feel a searing, liquid heat splashing directly onto my folds.I scream into the open air, my hips







