LOGINJASPER“We have a complication.”The doctor’s words sucked every ounce of air from the room.One second, the room was loud with instructions and movement. The next, everything seemed distant and muted. My heartbeat became the only sound I could hear.Everything happened so fast, and before I could realize it, nurses rushed forward. Another doctor, then another. People started speaking in medical terms I couldn’t understand.My heart pounded violently.“What complication?”The question came out rough. No one answered me. My gaze fell on Quinn, biting the sheets and wincing at the pain. It was only then that I wished I could give birth to the child on her behalf.I couldn’t stand watching her in tears on that bed. Her face had gone pale. I had seen Quinn face killers, courtrooms, betrayals and impossible odds.But nothing terrified me more than seeing fear in her eyes now. Because this time there was no enemy to fight. No one to blame. Just fate standing between her and our child.I ha
QUINNI cried to bed last night. Not tears of pain, heartbreak or bitterness. But tears of healing and redemption.Seeing all those who were once against me on their knees was so overwhelming. One of the things I never prepared for in months.Waking up this morning, I lay on the bed staring at the ceiling. No nightmare woke me from sleep. No fear sat on my chest. No anxiety waited for me to open my eyes.Just peace. A beautiful feeling.Slowly, I placed my hand over my stomach, and my son kicked. I wondered what he would look like. The scan had revealed his gender. Me or Jasper? He kicked again, as if listening to my silent conversation.I smiled. For years, every morning had been about survival. Today was different. For the first time in a very long time, I was thinking about tomorrow.The nursery door stood across the hallway. I found myself standing there a few minutes later. Looking, dreaming and imagining. A crib sat against the wall. Tiny clothes filled the drawers.A rocking ch
JOEI woke up to the smell of something burning. Immediately, I sat upright.“What the hell?”I rushed downstairs and then to the kitchen. It was messy. Smoke drifted from the frying pan.Quinn stood in the middle of it with a spatula in one hand and a look of pure confusion on her face. I stared. She stared back.“Good morning.”I looked at the pan.“Please tell me you are not trying to cook?”Her laugh filled the kitchen.“I can cook; what do you mean?” she teased. “I actually fell asleep on the couch while the stew boiled.”“What?”We both laughed. Then I gently took the spatula from her hand.“Move. I will handle it from here.”“No, you will not.”I held her hand, playfully firm. “Come and leave. You don’t want to fall asleep beside the cooker.”The argument continued for another minute before Wilson came in. Our father. He took one look at the kitchen. Then immediately turned around.“Nope.”I burst out laughing. Quinn threw a dish towel at him.Breakfast ended up becoming one of
JASPERI sat outside the ICU and watched people walk past.Hours had passed since my father’s collapse. Yet, I remained exactly where I had been. The hard plastic chair dug into my back. My abdomen sill hurt from the wound. My head hurt more.Every time I closed my eyes, I saw Quinn. My father struggling for breath. Then Quinn again.I thought the truth would bring clarity. Instead, it brought war. The father I admired was a lie. The father I loved was real. Somehow, both men existed in the same body.I hated him.I loved him.I wanted justice.I still wanted another chance for him.The contradictions were tearing me apart.A doctor finally approached.“Mr. Finn?”I stood immediately. “How is he, doctor?” I asked, shaking.It was then that I realized that no matter how ugly a monkey was, he was still loved by his parents. No matter how vile I thought my father was, I still wanted him to survive.“He is awake.”I exhaled.“He asked for you.”The doctor didn’t mention recovery or improv
MORRISON"The Attorney-General has agreed."I exhaled. Weeks of pressure and pulling strings I swore I would never pull again had all come down to this."It's done?"“Yes.”A pause.“The remaining corruption charges are being withdrawn.”I ended the call and walked close to the office window and stared out. Jasper Finn was free.Hopefully, this decision doesn’t backfire. I had thought of it for days. After finding out Quinn went to visit him in the infirmary and kept it a secret, I knew I had to do it just this once for her happiness.Not because Jasper deserved favours or happiness. But because Quinn deserved peace.“Lies.”Another part of me responded immediately.It wasn’t entirely about Quinn’s peace. It was about me being in her good books. Standing a chance in her heart. Doing it just to please her.Love was a strange disease. It survived rejection, humiliation and common sense. Mine certainly had. This same Quinn rejected me. Yet, I still stood beside her.A sudden thought ente
JASPERMy father was dying before the law could finish judging him.The consortium had fallen.Stones was in custody.Xavier was finished.Seraphina had been arrested.Quinn had found her family.And somehow, the only thing I could think about was the man lying in a hospital bed waiting for me. I had not seen his face, nor did I know what was wrong with him.People always said blood was thicker than water. Standing outside his hospital room, I wasn't sure I believed that anymore. Because if blood were truly everything, why did it hurt this much?If only we could see what the future holds in store for us, I wouldn’t have let him be my father from the start.The hospital was quiet. I was shown the ward and the room he was admitted to. I pushed the door open and saw him. My father, lying on the bed, frail, emaciated and weak. He looked up from the bed when I entered.His eyes dropped briefly to the folder in my hand, then returned to my face. He knew exactly why I was here. He heard ever
SERAPHINA>We Need To TalkI stared at the phone screen, which had gone dark now. The words remained in my head even without seeing them anymore.They remained the same. Cold, simple and terrifying. All of a sudden, I was now scared of meeting Quinn.The same Quinn, whom I would see her message and
JOEI didn’t hate the airport or the experience. I hated leaving, and lately, leaving Quinn anywhere felt wrong.I stood outside her house that morning with one hand inside my pocket while my driver loaded the last bag into the car.The media frenzy was finally dying down. A week ago, reporters had
JASPERI woke up to Quinn again. But not physically, not even her voice. Just her name ringing in my head repeatedly.The television didn’t help things either. The morning news carried her face, photo, story and name. Making healing more difficult for me.Life comes at us so fast. This same Quinn w
JASPERHearing Quinn's voice should have brought me peace. Instead, it ruined what little was left of me.Not today…Those two words followed me through the night like a curse. Every time I closed my eyes, I heard them again.Not today.Not today.Not today.By sunrise, I was still sitting in my of







