INICIAR SESIÓNIsla(Elara) Pov“Elara?”Jake was out of his chair before the fork finished clattering against the plate.I gripped the edge of the table, trying to catch my breath. “I think…” Another wave of pain tightened across my abdomen, forcing me to bend forward. “Oh, God.”Jake came around the table. “What’s happening?”“I think the baby is coming..”For a second, he simply stared at me, his eyes wide, then the kitchen erupted into chaos..Liam grabbed his phone and called Dr. Ferris while Jake hurried towards the hallway, shouting something about my hospital bag. Ryan came thundering down the stairs, his car keys already in hand.“How far apart?” he asked, crouching in front of me.“I don’t know. That was the first one.”“Okay. Don’t panic.” He placed both hands on my shoulders. “We’ll time the next one, then head to the hospital. Everything is going to be fine.”He sounded convincing enough, but his fingers kept adjusting their grip on my shoulders. Another contraction hit before we reached
Chapter 24Jaxon POVMy head was pounding before I even opened my eyes.For a few seconds I stayed exactly where I was, staring into the dark behind my eyelids, trying to figure out why my mouth tasted like whiskey and why every muscle in my body felt like it had been dragged through a war.Then the memories started coming back.The bar. Ethan's voice. The drive home, my mother standing at the door and then Lucinda helping me upstairs. I opened my eyes slowly, already sensing something was wrong before I even turned my head.She was beside me. Lucinda was asleep, her hair spread across the pillow, the sheet pulled around her shoulders. For a moment I just stared at her, trying to work out how I'd gotten here."What the hell." My voice came out rough. "What happened last night?"Lucinda stirred, blinking awake, and it took her a second to register the panic in my voice before her own expression shifted into confusion. "Jaxon, what's wrong?""We slept together." It sounded more like an
Jaxon POVThe bar was mostly empty by the time I got there.A few regulars sat at the counter, voices low under the music, and the bartender gave me the same look he always did when I walked in alone.Not pity. Not curiosity. Just recognition.He'd learned a long time ago not to ask questions, not after the explosion. Not after the weeks I spent drinking more than I slept. Not after I started showing up here whenever being inside my own house felt impossible.I took our usual booth in the back and ordered a whiskey before I'd even taken my coat off.Twenty minutes later, Ethan slid into the seat across from me. He was still in the same shirt from earlier, sleeves rolled up, hair slightly messy, like he'd left wherever he was without stopping to think about anything but getting to me.He looked at me for a few seconds before he said a word. Then he waved the bartender over. "Beer."The bartender nodded and walked off.Ethan leaned back. "Okay. Start talking.”So I did. I told him about
Chapter 22Jaxon POVI came home late from dinner with a group of investors, already exhausted before I even got through the front door.My tie hung loose, my jacket was slung over one arm, and all I wanted was a shower and a few hours of sleep before another long day at the office.The house was unusually quiet.I figured Lucinda had already gone to bed, which was fine by me. I wasn't in the mood for another conversation about my mother, dinner plans, or whatever event they'd decided I needed to attend next.I climbed the stairs and headed for my bedroom. The door was closed. I pushed it open without knocking. It was my room, after all.Then I stopped.She was standing in the middle of the bedroom. Her coat was on the floor by her feet and she wasn't wearing anything under it.I honestly thought I'd walked into the wrong room. I stood there staring at her, completely thrown, while she lifted her chin like she'd been waiting for this all evening."Lucinda, what are you doing?"She bit
Chapter 21Jaxon POV"Marcus, we are not pushing the Riverside groundbreaking back another month.""That's not what I'm asking," Marcus said, leaning forward. "I'm asking for enough time to renegotiate the materials pricing before we lock ourselves into numbers we'll regret six months from now."Across the table, Denise scoffed. "We already promised the client a spring start. If we move it again, we look unreliable. We've already delayed once.""For reasons completely outside our control.""The client won't care.""They'll care when the project goes over budget."I sat at the head of the table listening to them go back and forth far longer than I needed to. Usually I'd have ended it ten minutes in. That day, I let them keep going.It was easier to listen to two department heads argue about concrete and suppliers and timelines than think about what was waiting for me at home."Mr. Devoss." Denise's voice finally pulled me back into the room. "You need to make the call."I looked down a
Chapter 20Jaxon POVI was going through the final pages of a contract when my phone started ringing on the desk.I barely glanced at it at first. I'd spent most of the morning moving from one meeting to another, and the documents in front of me still needed reviewing before I could leave the office. The phone stopped, then started again a few seconds later.With an irritated sigh, I picked it up and Lucinda’s name flashed across the screen.I almost didn’t pick up the call. She'd already called twice that morning, and I wasn't in the mood for another conversation about dinner plans or whatever my mother had talked her into now.Still, I decided to answer. "I'm at work, Lucinda. You should–""Jaxon."Her voice was thin and shaking, nothing like the cheerful tone she normally used on the phone."I'm bleeding," she whispered. "There's so much blood. I don't know what's happening."I pushed my chair back and stood up so fast it scraped loudly against the floor."Where are you?""At the ho







