MasukDylan's POV
I spent the first night in the NICU watching my son fight for his life. He was so tiny and covered in tubes and wires that I could barely see his actual body. Machines beeped around him monitoring every breath and heartbeat. Each beep felt like a prayer answered.
A nurse with kind eyes approached me around midnight. "You can touch him through the incubator openings. Skin contact helps preemies. They need to know someone is here."
I hesitated because he looked so fragile that I was afraid I might hurt him, this was my fourth child but this felt different. I reached through the small circular opening and gently touched his arm. His skin was warm and paper-thin. I could see veins like tiny blue rivers beneath the surface.
Then his hand moved. Those fragile small fingers wrapped around my index finger and held on with surprising strength. The grip was no bigger than a butterfly landing but it
Nadia's POVI drove home in tears so thick I could barely see the road. Luna had to talk me through every turn because my vision kept blurring. I meant what I said to Dylan. I could not do this. I could not watch him be a father to Cassandra's child or have that woman at birthdays and holidays and school events for the next eighteen years.Every time I closed my eyes, I saw Dylan's face when Ethan grabbed his finger. Pure love and instant connection. The same look he gave our children when they were born. It was beautiful and devastating all at once.At home, the kids were asleep. Luna's maid had been watching them then she left when we came. Luna took one look at my face before pulling me into the kitchen and making tea I would not drink. We sat at the table as dawn light started creeping through the windows."Talk to me," Luna said gently. I could finally talk to her now."I to
Dylan's POVI spent the first night in the NICU watching my son fight for his life. He was so tiny and covered in tubes and wires that I could barely see his actual body. Machines beeped around him monitoring every breath and heartbeat. Each beep felt like a prayer answered.A nurse with kind eyes approached me around midnight. "You can touch him through the incubator openings. Skin contact helps preemies. They need to know someone is here."I hesitated because he looked so fragile that I was afraid I might hurt him, this was my fourth child but this felt different. I reached through the small circular opening and gently touched his arm. His skin was warm and paper-thin. I could see veins like tiny blue rivers beneath the surface.Then his hand moved. Those fragile small fingers wrapped around my index finger and held on with surprising strength. The grip was no bigger than a butterfly landing but it
Nadia's POVThree days into the separation and I was barely holding myself together. The house felt too quiet without Dylan even though I was the one who kicked him out. I kept seeing his face when Elena asked if he loved the bad lady more than them and the memory made my chest hurt.Luna stayed with me most nights. She helped with the kids and made sure I ate something even when the food tasted like cardboard paper, but she was also very honest in a way only a best friend and sister could be."You did the right thing," Luna said as we sat in my kitchen while the children napped. "He chose Cassandra again. You cannot keep living like this.""I know." My voice was faint. "But it still hurts.""Of course it hurts." Luna squeezed my hand. "You loved him. You still love him but love is not enough when someone keeps breaking your heart."Dylan had been staying awa
Dylan's POVI did not leave. I could not make my legs carry me out that door so I slept on the couch hoping Nadia would calm down by morning. The leather was cold against my skin and I stared at the ceiling all night replaying every mistake I had made.She came downstairs at dawn. I sat up quickly, ready to apologize again and beg for another chance. But when Nadia saw me still there, her face went completely cold."I meant what I said. Leave.""Nadia, please." I stood up. "We need to talk about this."
Nadia's POVI sat in the dark and replayed the moment my marriage ended. Luna's voice on the phone saying Cassandra was in the hospital. Dylan's face going white. Him grabbing his keys without even looking at me and the sound of the door closing behind him.That was six hours ago.I waited for him to call. To text. To send anything that acknowledged I existed. One hour passed. Then two. I fed Elena and put her to bed alone. I ate nothing because my stomach was in knots. I kept checking my phone like a pathetic fool hoping for crumbs of consideration from my own husband.
Dylan's POVI was halfway to the hospital when my phone started ringing. Nadia. I let it go to voicemail because I could not handle that conversation while driving and my hands were shaking too hard to be safe. The baby might be coming early and every second counted.When I arrived at the emergency room, a nurse directed me to the maternity ward. My heart pounded against my ribs as I walked down the sterile white hallway that smelled like antiseptic and fear. I found Cassandra in a private room, hooked up to monitors that beeped steadily. Her face was bruised on one side and tear-streaked."Dylan." She reached for me and her voice cracked. "I am so scared."A doctor in blue scrubs looked up from checking the monitors. "You are the father?""Yes." The word felt heavy in my mouth."She is having contractions. We are trying to stop early labor but at six months







