MasukThe apartment felt different when we finally came home, quieter in a way that had nothing to do with sound and everything to do with the weight of what had changed inside it.Daxton carried the car seat up the two flights of stairs while I followed slowly behind, I was still moving carefully because my body was sore from giving birth three days ago. Every step reminded me of muscles I never knew I had.He gently placed Rowan’s car seat in the middle of our small living room, right beside the crib we had built together weeks earlier. For a moment, we both stood there, quietly watching him sleep, he had no idea how much his arrival had already changed our lives."Welcome home," Daxton said softly, more to Rowan than to either of us.He stayed a few hours that first evening, helping me figure out the practical logistics I hadn't fully thought through until they were suddenly, urgently necessary. How to prop myself up comfortably enough to nurse. Where to keep diapers within reach for m
Dana arrived the following afternoon, having driven through the night the moment I called her, and burst into the hospital room with an energy that felt almost too big for the quiet space, immediately dropping her bag and crossing straight to the bassinet without so much as a hello."Oh," she said, her voice going soft in a way I'd never heard from her before, all her usual brisk certainty melting away completely. "Oh, Serenity.""His name is Rowan," I said, watching her lean over him, one careful finger reaching out to touch the back of his tiny hand."Rowan." She said it slowly, like she was testing the shape of it, and then looked up at me, her eyes bright. "It's perfect. Where did it come from?"I told her about the flower outside the window, and she nodded like it made complete sense, like she'd expect nothing less poetic from me even in the middle of complete exhaustion."Can I hold him?""Of course."She lifted him carefully, settling him against her shoulder with the easy conf
They cleaned him up and weighed him while I lay there, still shaking, still catching my breath, watching every second of it like I couldn't afford to blink."Six pounds, eleven ounces," the nurse announced, wrapping him snugly in a hospital blanket before carrying him back over. "Strong lungs on this one."She set him back against my chest, and he quieted almost immediately, the furious cry from a few minutes earlier settling into small, snuffling breaths against my skin. I looked down at him, at the impossibly small fingers curled against the blanket, the dark tuft of hair, the face still scrunched and red and more beautiful than anything I'd ever seen in my life."Hi," I said again, quieter this time. "Hi. I've been waiting so long to meet you."Daxton stood beside the bed, still in the clothes he'd thrown on at two in the morning, his eyes red-rimmed in a way that told me he'd been fighting back tears through most of the last hour and losing that fight more than once."Look at him
I woke a little after two in the morning to a feeling I didn't have to guess at this time.This wasn't tightening that came and went politely, giving me room to breathe between waves. This came hard, low, and didn't fully let go before the next one started building right behind it, I lay very still in the dark for a moment, waiting, some old instinct in me hoping it might still turn out to be nothing.It didn't.I sat up, my hand pressed flat against my stomach, and reached for my phone with the other, my fingers clumsy in the dark.Daxton picked up on the second ring, his voice thick with sleep for exactly one second before it sharpened."It's happening," I said. "I think it's actually happening this time.""I'm coming," he said, and I heard him already moving, the same fast, controlled urgency from weeks earlier. "How far apart?""Close," I said, gritting through another one as I said it. "Too close to count properly.""Get your bag. I'll be there in ten."He made it in seven.I was
It hit me on a Tuesday evening while I was standing at the stove, a wooden spoon in one hand, steam rising off a pot I never got around to finishing.The tightening came out of nowhere, hard enough that I dropped the spoon and grabbed the edge of the counter instead, my knuckles going white around it. I stood there frozen, waiting for it to let go.It did, eventually. Then it came back, sharper, maybe four minutes later.I called Daxton before I'd fully decided to call anyone."Something's happening," I said, my voice higher than I meant it to be. "I don't know if it's real. I'm scared and I don't have anyone else.""I'm already grabbing my keys," he said, and I heard a door, footsteps, the jingle of them in his hand. "Talk to me. What does it feel like?""Tight. My whole stomach, it keeps coming back.""How far apart?""I don't know.....""That's fine. Start counting now, I'll be there in ten."He made it in eight.By the time his car pulled up outside the laundromat, I'd counted thr
Marcus called again three days later, earlier in the evening this time, and something in the pace of his voice when I picked up told me this conversation was going to be different from the last one."I did some more digging," he said. "Carefully. I want you to know I was careful.""Okay.""I reached out to a contact of mine who does background work occasionally, someone I trust, someone who owed me a favor from a while back. I asked him to look into whether anyone had actually filed anything, run any kind of formal search, tied to your name.....either name. Serenity or Anne."My chest tightened. "And?""Nothing formal," he said. "No court filings, no formal investigation requests, nothing that would leave the kind of paper trail I was worried about. Which is good, that's genuinely good news.""But," I said, hearing it in his voice before he'd finished.“But my contact told me something else. Apparently, the family has been doing a routine check on people connected to their past. It is
I spent most of my wedding pretending I wasn't terrified.The fake smile on my face must have been convincing enough because nobody questioned it,guests toasted us, cameras flashed, and champagne flowed like water.Everyone kept gushing about what a perfect couple we made. I just smiled, nodded, an
Three months earlier."Congratulations, Serenity, you're getting married."The fork slipped from my fingers, clattering loudly against my plate,the dining room fell dead silent while I stared across the table at my father. "Excuse me?"Dad didn't even look up,he just calmly dabbed his mouth with a
I don't even remember how I got out of Jason’s office.One minute I was looking at the man I loved handing me divorce papers the next, I was trapped inside the elevator, staring at my reflection in the mirrored walls.The woman looking back at me was a stranger,her lipstick was smeared,her eyes wer
Twenty-four hours. That was how long I lasted as Mrs. Crane, I stared at the papers on Jason’s desk. I kept waiting for the words to scramble into a joke, but they just sat there, heavy and permanent.DIVORCE AGREEMENT.My throat went completely dry just a few hours ago. I'd woken up in his bed w







