LOGINHarrison’s POVDaddy. The word stopped everything.I froze completely in the doorway, my hand still raised from knocking. My brain stuttered trying to make sense of what I’d just heard, because it couldn’t be right, couldn’t mean what I thought it meant.Then a little girl appeared from the living room, her hand wrapped around the fingers of the man I’d glimpsed through the window earlier. She had dark hair pulled back in a ponytail and she was smiling up at him like he’d hung the moon personally just for her.My eyes snapped to Estelle and the question ripped out of me before I could stop it.“Who is this?” I asked hoarsely, gesturing at the stranger behind her, my throat closing up tight.Estelle pressed her lips together and didn’t answer right away. She just stood there blocking the doorway, her posture rigid.The little girl looked up at me curiously, then back at the man beside her. She lifted her chin proudly and announced clearly, “This is my daddy!”My eyes darted between Este
Estelle’s POVI sat at the corner table in the café, checking my phone for the third time in five minutes. Dr. Ethan had said his friend would meet me here at two, and it was already ten past.A man walked through the door and scanned the room quickly before his eyes landed on me. He was tall, wearing a dark blazer over a simple shirt. He crossed the café and stopped at my table.“Estelle?” he asked politely, smiling slightly.I looked up at him and my brain stuttered for a second, because I knew that face. “Karl?”His smile widened. “You remember me.”“I thought—” I blinked at him stupidly. “I thought you were just someone with the same name!”“It’s me,” he said warmly, gesturing to the empty chair across from me. “May I?”“Of course,” I said quickly, still trying to process this. Karl from university. Karl who’d sat next to me in auditory physiology and always lent me his notes when I missed class.He sat down and folded his hands on the table, and I noticed he wasn’t wearing a weddi
Harrison’s POVThe door clicked shut behind Estelle and I just stood there, my cheek throbbing where she’d hit me.I raised my hand slowly and touched the spot, pressing my fingers against the hot skin, and the pathetic truth was I felt relieved, God help meI’d rather have her furious than looking through me like I didn’t exist. I’d finally broken through and made her react to me instead of treating me like a stranger she barely remembered.The method was terrible, I knew that, but she’d cried and that meant she still felt something, still cared enough to get angry instead of just walking away.She wasn’t indifferent. That was what mattered.I wiped my lower lip with my thumb and looked down at the faint smudge of color on my skin—her lipstick, pale pink, barely there.I stared at it stupidly for a second, this tiny proof that I’d just kissed my ex-wife in a hospital examination room while our son slept two feet away.God, what was wrong with me?I walked over to the examination table
Estelle’s POVI was printing out the medication schedule when Harrison spoke again.“Was it hard?” he asked quietly. “Studying medicine all those years?”I glanced back at him. He was still holding Lucas, who’d gone completely limp in his arms, mouth open slightly against Harrison’s shoulder.“Yes,” I said shortly, turning back to the printer. “But it’s what I wanted to do.”“I’m glad,” Harrison said, and I heard him shift Lucas’s weight. “I mean it, Estelle. Seeing you like this now, successful and…I’m really happy for you. And I know marrying me delayed all of this. Delayed your career when you should have been studying.”My hand froze halfway to the printed sheet.He’d never said anything remotely like that before. Not during our marriage, not during the divorce, not yesterday in the parking lot.This was the first time he’d sounded actually human since I’d run into him again, the first time he’d acknowledged that maybe things hadn’t been entirely my fault.I stood there for a secon
Harrison’s POVLucas sagged against me, already drowsy from whatever Estelle had given him in that second shot. I shifted him carefully in my arms and rubbed his back in slow circles while he burrowed his face into my shoulder.“It’s okay,” I murmured quietly, kissing the top of his head. “You’re doing great, buddy. Just rest now.”Across the room, Estelle was talking with Dr. Ethan in low voices. I caught fragments of their conversation while I rocked Lucas gently.“—exceptional work today,” Dr. Ethan was saying earnestly. “I have a friend who runs a hearing aid technology company. He’s been looking for someone with your skills. I think you’d find the work fascinating, and the compensation is excellent.”He reached into his coat pocket and pulled out a business card, extending it toward her.Estelle took the card and looked down at it briefly before slipping it into her coat pocket. “Thank you, Dr. Ethan.”“Think about it,” Dr. Ethan added warmly, then glanced at his watch.“I should c
Estelle’s POVI handed Harrison the medication list and he took it from me without looking up, his eyes scanning the page quickly.“What is it?” I asked flatly, watching him read. “Are you still questioning my treatment plan?”His head snapped up and his eyes were furious, absolutely furious, in a way I hadn’t seen since the day he’d knocked the birthday cake out of my hands seven years ago.“Relax,” I said tiredly, crossing my arms. “I’m not going to harm your son, Harrison. This is my job. I do this every day.”“Your son?” Harrison repeated, his lips curling. He crumpled the paper in his fist and moved past me, positioning himself on the other side of the examination table.I blinked at his back, my mouth falling open slightly. “What—”He didn’t answer, just kept staring at me with that revolted look.What had just happened? I hadn’t said anything wrong!What was his problem? I’d just told him I’d help Lucas. I was literally standing here preparing to treat his child and he was glari







