LOGIN_Author’s POV_Danica sketched in the living room while the light was still soft. Eden left early, his keys off the hook before seven, the front door closing behind him. They moved through the house like two people who had made a quiet agreement, not to crowd each other, not to ask for more than the day required. It was manageable. It was, in its way, almost peaceful.Evelyn had gone out for errands. The house was still. Danica had her legs tucked under her on the sofa, sketchbook in her lap, a cup of tea going cold on the table beside her.The doorbell rang. She didn’t look up.She heard the house helper open the door. Heard a voice, clear and unhurried, a kind of voice that expected to be listened to.Then she heard her name. Not called out. Just said. Announced, almost.She looked up.The woman who walked in was dressed like she had somewhere better to be and had chosen here anyway. Flowers in her hand, yellow, wrapped in brown paper, and the easy, settled confidence of someone w
_Author’s POV_Grandma Cross didn’t lecture long.“Stay away from Sienna.” She told him again. Not because she had any particular feelings about the woman, though the slight curl of her mouth suggested otherwise and she didn’t bother correcting it. But because Danica was pregnant and living under his roof, and the least Eden owed her was a quiet environment. Stress was not abstract. They had already had one hospital scare. She said this the way she said most things, plainly, without performance, as if the facts were simply facts and it was up to Eden to do something with them.Then she told him something he wasn’t expecting.That she liked Danica. That she had liked her from the moment they met, before the wedding, before any of this became what it was. That the girl had a quietness to her that Grandma respected, the kind that came from actually having something going on inside, not the kind that was performed for an audience.She had dug into Dani’s history.“Don’t waste her,” She s
_Author’s POV_Danica was ready by eleven forty-five.She wasn’t going to think about that. It meant nothing. Eden had said noon and she was ready before noon and that was just called being organised.She came downstairs with her bag and Eden was already in the hallway in a dark coat looking the way he always looked, which was annoyingly put together, and she was very tired of noticing that. He glanced at her. She glanced at him.Neither of them said anything about yesterday morning.Not his arm around her waist that she had woken up to and spent a full minute pretending she was still asleep through because she didn’t know what else to do with herself.They had a silent agreement. It had not been discussed. It simply existed.Evelyn stood at the door to see them off with the expression of a woman trying very hard not to look like she was sending two children to be told off. She squeezed Danica’s hand once. Said nothing. Watched them get into the car.The drive was an hour and a half.
_Author’s POV_The house was quiet when Eden got home.Not the kind of quiet that felt empty. The kind that felt settled, like the whole building had exhaled and gone to sleep without waiting for him. The helpers were in bed. Evelyn wasn’t in the kitchen. No television sounds, no distant footsteps, no one rattling around anywhere. Just the low sound of a house that had decided it was done for the night.Eden was not drunk. He wanted to be clear about that, at least to himself. He was simply occupying the pleasant middle ground between fully sober and not, where his body knew what it was doing and his brain had agreed to be less annoying about everything. He loosened his tie in the hallway. Dropped his keys on the side table. Stood there for a second doing nothing in particular.He should go upstairs. To his room. The room with his bed in it, where he slept, like a normal person.He went upstairs.He just didn’t go to his room.He didn’t examine why his feet took him to her door inst
_Author’s POV_ Two extra days passed. Eden had been doing that thing where you keep moving so you don’t have to think. Back to back meetings, calls that ran into other calls, paperwork that didn’t actually need him but gave his hands something to do. It was working fine. Mostly. Except he kept seeing her face. Not all of it. Just that one specific moment. Danica turning toward the window, her shoulders shaking, both hands pressed over her mouth like she was trying to hold something in that had already decided it was coming out. He had stood there like an idiot and said her name twice and then left. He wasn’t calling it guilt. Guilt required stopping and he hadn’t stopped. His grandmother’s summons sat somewhere in the back of his head like a stone he kept stepping around. He was staring at a contract he had already read three times without retaining a single word when his office door opened at six thirty and Maxine walked in like he had a standing appointment. He didn’t.
_Author’s POV_Eden walked into the hospital alone.No security or his assistant trailing behind him. Just him, coat still on, like he had come straight from somewhere and hadn’t stopped to think about what he was walking into until he was already inside.Danica was awake when he walked into her room.She looked at him when the door opened, really looked, and then turned back to the ceiling like she had made a decision.He stood in the doorway for a second too long. Then he walked in properly and didn’t sit down yet. He looked at the monitor, at the room, at the thin hospital blanket pulled up to her waist, and something moved behind his eyes before he blinked it away.“I need to speak with the doctor,” he said. To nobody in particular.He found the doctor in the corridor, asked everything he needed to know, the kind of specific questions that didn’t leave room for vague reassurances. What caused it. What the risk level actually was. What rest meant in practical terms. The doctor an
_Danica’s POV_ I made a decision the morning after the mall. Nothing a dramatic decision though. There was no speech involved either, no tears, no moment of feeling lonely and standing at the window looking into the distance. I simply woke up, lay on the bed for a few minutes staring at the ceil
_Danica’s POV_I didn’t move.Maybe if I stayed still enough, he wouldn’t see me. The lounge wasn’t small but it wasn’t enormous either, and Eden was the kind of person who noticed things. He noticed everything. It was one of the most exhausting things about him.Freya had also gone quiet beside me
_Danica’s POV_ The first thing I noticed when I woke up was the quiet. Not the peaceful kind. The empty kind. The kind that confirmed, before I had even fully opened my eyes, that I was alone in the way that mattered. I lay there for a moment staring at the ceiling, letting the previous night co
_Eden’s POV_I had seen a lot of audacious things in my life.Hostile takeovers executed before breakfast. Grown men lying to my face across boardroom tables. Business partners attempting to negotiate terms they had absolutely no leverage for. I had seen people try things that required either treme







