เข้าสู่ระบบLiv Weeks blurred into study sessions that lasted until 3 a.m., Zoe quizzing me on biochemistry while Mia made flashcards with inappropriate drawings, Kacy cooking actual food so I didn’t live on coffee and spite. I lived in his house now, our house, maybe. My clothes in his drawer. My toothbrush next to his. It felt weirdly normal. Scary normal.The day the results dropped, I thought I was gonna puke all over Kacy’s couch. I sat there frozen, laptop balanced on my knees like it was a bomb. Kacy hovered right behind me, not touching, just breathing too loud. Zoe and Mia were pacing the living room like they were the ones waiting for labor results or something.“Open the damn email already,” Zoe hissed through her teeth.“I can’t. What if I bombed it? What if all those late nights were for nothing and I’m still just the girl who cries at nothing?”Mia stopped pacing long enough to snort. “Then we burn every single textbook in a bonfire and become strippers. I’ve got the legs for it. Y
Liv I sat on the floor of the spare room that used to be the nursery, surrounded by tiny clothes I’d bought like an idiot months ago. Onesies with little ducks on them, socks so small they looked fake, a blanket with stars I’d rubbed my face against every night pretending it smelled like baby powder and hope. I’d shoved it all in bags back then, thinking if I hid it, the universe might forget to screw me over. Joke’s on me, the universe has a long memory and zero sense of humor.Kacy walked in, stopped dead when he saw me folding a yellow onesie like it owed me. “Liv? What the hell are you doing?”I didn’t look up. “Packing. Obviously. These aren’t doing anyone any good collecting dust. Might as well donate them before they start judging me.”He crouched down slow, like I was a bomb. “You sure? You don’t have to…”“Yeah, I do.” I shoved a pile of bibs into a box harder than necessary. “I’m not gonna keep staring at this crap every time I walk past the door like some ghost haunting my
Liv “Never exhausting,” he said softly, wiping my cheeks with his thumbs. His hands were rough from years of work, but the way he touched me was careful, almost scared. “I loved doing it. Every second. Because it was you. And yeah, I know Rowan’s the father. I know he’s coming back one day. But right now he’s not here. I am. I’m here.”His words sat between us. Simple. Honest. Heavy.The baby cries started again in my head. They were not loud, not sharp, just there. Like a sound that never fully stopped. Like a memory that refused to fade. They mixed with the steady sound of his heartbeat under my ear when I leaned into his chest again. I wrapped my arms around his waist, holding him like if I let go I would fall straight through the ground beneath us.“I still want to kill them all,” I whispered into his shirt. My voice sounded small, tired. “Ava for smiling at the hospital door like she won something. My parents for choosing her complications over mine. Rowan for picking hockey ove
Liv The front door banged open around four in the afternoon and I heard the rustle of plastic bags, that familiar crinkle of fruit containers, and my stupid heart did this pathetic little flip because finally, finally Rowan was back after three months of radio silence and I was gonna run out there and tackle him like a dumb idiot and maybe for two seconds everything would feel normal again. I shoved off the couch so fast my legs almost gave out, still in the same ratty sweatpants I’d lived in for weeks, yelling over my shoulder even though no one was listening, “Hang on, don’t put the bags down, I’m coming, I’m coming, you better have brought those stupid little mandarin oranges I like or I swear I’ll..” and I burst out the door barefoot, arms already open for the hug I’d been saving up since the hospital, since the surgery, since everything went to hell.But it wasn’t Rowan.It was Kacy standing there in the driveway, arms full of grocery bags, same dumb backwards cap he always wore
Liv They hooked me up to monitors, oxygen mask clamped over my nose and mouth because apparently my oxygen was tanking, and the doctor came in fast, face all serious. “Liv, we’re gonna do an ultrasound, okay? We need to see what’s happening.” I nodded, tears leaking out the sides of the mask, because I already knew. Deep down I knew. The ultrasound wand was cold on my stomach and the screen flickered to life and there was nothing. Just empty black space where something should’ve been. The doctor sighed, not even trying to sugarcoat it. “I’m sorry, Liv. There’s no heartbeat. You’ve had a miscarriage. We need to take you to surgery to make sure everything’s cleared out safely.”I didn’t scream. I didn’t even cry louder. I just stared at the ceiling, oxygen hissing in my ears, and felt this huge hollow open up inside me like someone had scooped out everything that mattered. Rowan dropped into the chair next to the bed, head in his hands, shoulders shaking. I reached over, patted his arm
LivI stood in the living room, yelling right at Dad’s face. “You ruined my life! You always pick them over me!” My voice was loud and full of anger. Everyone was there. Ava’s mom knelt on the floor, crying loud like everything was over. Dad looked shocked. I saw Caleb gasping as he stared at the ground, saying nothing. Ava just watched with her arms folded, like this was some boring show.Then I felt something warm run down my legs. I looked down. Blood. Too much blood. It soaked my pants in seconds and dripped onto Ava’s shiny floor. Drip, drip, drip. Like a broken tap. I froze. My mouth hung open. My brain stopped working. One second I was shouting. The next second my body was falling apart.Rowan saw it. His face turned white like paper. “Liv…Liv, you’re bleeding! Oh God!” He ran to me fast. His arms picked me up easy, like I weighed nothing. His own legs shook. He turned and shouted at everyone. “Call 911! Right now! She’s bleeding so much!”mom kept crying louder “ Oh my Liv, Ol







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