LOGINDays had passed and it was almost the weekend. Starr was feeling unusually fatigued and simply wanted to rest. She had woken early to go to work, but ended up not being able to. So, she decided to rest at home and call in sick.
"Go to the hospital," Magnus commanded Starr from the other end of the line, causing her to sigh.
"You are supposed to be running a company for me, not bugging me about going to the hospital," Starr complained throu
The cabin came into view through a break in the trees, a single window glowing yellow against the dark, and Christopher's chest seized at the sight of it, an ordinary looking building that had, in the space of a few hours, become the only place in the world that mattered.Officer Reyes met them at the edge of the tree line, one hand raised, her expression firm but not unkind. "You stay here," she said, before Christopher could even open his mouth to argue. "My people are already moving in. The second it's safe, I will personally walk you to her. Not before."Christopher wanted to fight her on it, every instinct in his body screaming at him to run straight for that glowing window, but Valentine's hand closed hard around his shoulder, holding him steady, and some last shred of reason told him that charging in blind might cost Starr more than his patience would.Inside the cabin, Starr had heard the change in the air before she understood what it meant, a stillness
Emma hadn't gone home. She'd sat in the back office of the eatery for nearly an hour after Christopher had stormed off toward Valentine's car, staring at her own hands, listening distantly to the sound of Magnus shouting orders into a phone somewhere near the front, and feeling something inside her cave in completely.She hadn't wanted this. She kept telling herself that, over and over, like repetition alone could scrub the last hour clean. She had wanted Christopher back, wanted Starr gone from his life, wanted, more than anything, to matter to someone the way Starr so effortlessly seemed to matter to everyone around her. She had not wanted a pregnant woman dragged out a back door by a man whose eyes, she now admitted to herself, had frightened her from the very first meeting in that hotel room.She was still sitting there when Magnus found her, his face a storm of fury and fear that made her flinch back against the wall."Get up," he said, his voice flat and c
Starr woke to the smell of old wood and the dull ache of a headache pressing behind her eyes, her mouth dry, her wrists bound loosely in front of her with something soft, a scarf maybe, not rope, which struck her, even through the fog, as strange. Whoever had taken her had thought about comfort. That single detail told her more than anything else could have.She was in a room she didn't recognise, wood-panelled, curtains drawn tight against whatever light existed outside, a single lamp burning low in the corner. A cabin, maybe, or something built to look like one, far enough removed from the city that she couldn't hear a single car outside. She shifted on the narrow bed she'd been laid on, and felt, immediately, the tightening low in her belly that made her breath catch.Not yet, she told herself, pressing a bound hand flat against the curve of her stomach. Please, not yet."You're awake."Michael's voice came from the doorway, and even after all these years, even knowing exactly what
Emma's story had unraveled faster than Christopher expected, tears drying up the moment he pressed her for specifics, her stalker suddenly vague, her details shifting each time he asked her to repeat them. It had taken him less than three minutes to realize something about the whole thing felt staged, rehearsed even, and by the time that realization fully landed he was already turning back toward the door, an uneasy weight settling low in his stomach that he couldn't yet name."Christopher, wait, I'm not finished-""I have to get back to Starr," he said, already moving, already feeling something cold creeping up the back of his neck that had nothing to do with the evening air. "Whatever this is, it can wait."He pushed through the front door of the eatery, the warm golden light of the candles still glowing exactly as he'd left it, the table still set with two plates and a ring box lid still open where he'd left it beside her water glass.Her chair was emp
Starr had changed her outfit three times before Christopher finally knocked on her bedroom door, laughing, telling her through the wood that whatever she'd chosen would be perfect because it was her wearing it. She settled, in the end, on a deep green dress that skimmed over the curve of her belly rather than fighting it, her hair down the way he liked it best, and when she stepped out he went quiet for a long moment, just looking at her, something reverent in his face that made her feel, for once, entirely unselfconscious about how visibly pregnant she was."You're staring," she said."I'm allowed to stare at my own family," Christopher replied, crossing the room to press a kiss to her forehead. "You look beautiful. Both of you.""Where are we going, exactly? You've been suspiciously tight-lipped all week.""Patience," he said, offering his arm. "You'll see soon enough."She should have known the moment the car turned down the familiar street, the moment she recognised the small eate
Dr. Adam's office smelled the same as it had every visit, faint antiseptic under something warmer, lavender maybe, and Starr had gotten so used to the routine of it that she barely flinched anymore at the cold gel against her belly, or at Christopher's hand finding hers the second the technology started humming to life."Alright," Adam said, moving the wand slowly, eyes on the screen rather than either of them, which Starr had learned meant he was concentrating rather than worried. "Heart rate looks perfect. Strong. Everything measuring exactly where it should be." He glanced up, that familiar teasing warmth back in his face. "You've been eating properly? No more skipping dinner because you got too absorbed in spreadsheets?""One time," Starr said. "That happened one time, months ago, and you have never once let me forget it.""I intend to bring it up at every appointment until this child is in college," Adam said cheerfully, and Christopher laughed, the sound easy and warm in the sma
“So, how was work today?” Christopher had Starr for the first time since they had been together, rinsing the large shrimp. “Hectic?” Starr shrugged as she stirred the tomato sauce. “Not really honestly. Sorcha came around, and all we really did was hang,” she replied him as she stirred at
Starr scrolled through the article that had been published by multiple accounts and sites on the net, a smile brightening her face. She felt so satisfied, as she read through the comment, shippers and stans voicing their disapproval, as well as hate. She didn’t know how Magnus got his hands
“He had better not,” Starr had said with a frown, lifting her legs up to put on the chair, getting a bit comfortable. Sorcha noticed how relaxed and comfortable she had gotten, and that made her feel lighter, like some burden had been taken off her. It was like a snippet of the old Starr,
"I'm sorry for staining your cloth," Sorcha muttered after a while of her crying, sitting up and adjusting her dress.Starr sighed, trying to not let her emotions get the best of her at that point in time. Her crying or showing a bit of weakness, wasn't going to make the situation any







