LOGINI'm sorry to anyone who may have suffered a miscarriage. I personally find this very hard to write for the same reason.
"And she'll still be your wife when she gets better. But Nate, she won't get better like this. Not at home. Not with you trying to do everything yourself." Trish's eyes were wet now. "I'm scared for her. I'm scared for both of you. And I think deep down, you're scared too."He was. God, he was terrified. Terrified that Prue would never come back from wherever she'd gone. Terrified that he'd wake up one morning and find her... No. She was stronger than that and he couldn't think about that."I can't send her away," he said, but his voice lacked conviction now. "She just needs time. She already had PTSD, then lost the baby.""You can. And maybe you should. For her sake." Trish moved closer. "Think about it, Nate. Really think about it. Because right now, what you're doing isn't working. And if you wait too long, if you let this go on too long, it might be too late to save her."She squeezed his arm one more time, then headed for the door. "I'll leave you now. Try to get her to eat someth
Four weeks.Four weeks since Prue had lost their baby, and Nate was watching his wife disappear right in front of him.She sat at the kitchen table now, staring at a cup of tea that had gone cold an hour ago. Still in her nightgown even though it was past noon. Her blonde hair hung limp around her shoulders, unwashed for days. The brace on her wrist was the only splash of white against the grey pallor of her skin.She hadn't spoken to him in three days. Not a word. Just that blank, empty stare that told him she was somewhere he couldn't reach."Prue." His voice was gentle, careful. Like she was something fragile that might shatter if he spoke too loud. "You should eat something. I made eggs."Nothing. Not even a flicker of acknowledgment that she'd heard him.He set the plate in front of her anyway. Watched as she looked down at it with the same vacant expression she wore for everything now. Food. Television. The physical therapist who came three times a week to work on her wrist. The
The grief was so overwhelming. It filled every space inside her chest until she couldn't breathe, couldn't think, couldn't do anything but feel the horrible, crushing weight of loss pressing down on her.She'd lost the baby. Their baby. The life they'd made together in that cave when everything had been terrifying and beautiful and real.Gone.All gone because she'd been clumsy on the stairs."I want to be alone." The words came out flat, dead. "Please, Nate. I can't—I need to be alone." She needed to loss it completely and she didn't want him seeing that."I'm not leaving you—""Please." She couldn't look at him. Couldn't bear to see the grief in his eyes that matched her own. Couldn't bear to see him looking at her, knowing that she'd killed the baby he'd married her for. "Please just go. I can't—I need—"Her voice broke completely, dissolving into sobs that felt like they were tearing her apart from the inside. She felt like she needed to be sick.Nate stood slowly, his face ravage
Pain woke her.Not the sharp, immediate pain. This was duller, but it radiated from multiple points across her body like someone had taken a bat to her and then decided to go back for seconds.Prue's eyes cracked open, taking in fluorescent lights that made her head throb worse. White ceiling tiles. The steady beep of machines. Antiseptic smell mixed with something else... blood. Why could she smell blood?Then it hit her. She was in a hospital, but she had no clue what had happened.She tried to move her head and immediately regretted it. The room tilted sideways, nausea rising so fast she thought she might vomit. She held still, breathing through her nose, waiting for the world to stop spinning.What happened? How did she get here?Memories came in fragments, disjointed and unclear. Shopping with Trish. Lunch at that café. Then... nothing. Just a blank space where her memory should be.Her right hand throbbed with a deep, bone-level ache that made her stomach turn. She tried to lift
Dr. Evans shook his head. "The displacement is severe. Waiting even twenty-four hours increases the risk of permanent nerve damage. We need to operate now, while we still have a window to restore full function." He paused. "I understand this isn't the choice you want to make—""It's not a choice." The words came out harder than Nate intended. "You're telling me my wife loses the use of her hand or we risk losing our baby. That's not a choice, that's a fucking nightmare.""I know." The doctor's voice softened fractionally. "But the decision has to be made. Your wife is unconscious. You're her next of kin. The consent form requires your signature."Behind him, Trish made a small sound. Nate didn't turn around."If we don't do the surgery," he said slowly, "what happens to her wrist?" Would he hate himself for risking their baby or risking her hand?"Permanent damage. Loss of fine motor control. Chronic pain. Possibly complete loss of function depending on how the bones heal, and they wo
Nate's phone rang while he was still at the office, knee-deep in damage control for a congressman who couldn't keep his dick in his pants. The number on the screen wasn't one he recognized.He almost didn't answer and thought he would ring whoever it was back later. But some tingle up his spine made him answer the phone after a moment."Young," he answered, already pulling up files on his computer."Mr. Young? This is Mount Sinai Hospital. Your wife was brought in by ambulance approximately twenty minutes ago—"His blood went cold. "What happened?" Why hadn't Trish called, or had she left and didn't know?"She fell down a flight of stairs at your residence. She's being prepped for surgery now. You should get here as soon as possible. We need you to fill out some paperwork."Surgery. Prue had gone down the stairs."Is she—" His voice caught. "Is the baby—""The doctor will brief you when you arrive. Brooklyn come straight to the surgical wing."That was it, and the line went dead.Nate
Grayson staggered through his front door, his mind spinning like a fidget spinner on too much drink and thoughts that would not go away. The revelation from tonight's encounter at The Velvet Room had shaken him to his core. He tossed his keys onto the console table with more force than necessary, t
Saturday, October 14th, 10:25 AMHoney awoke with a pounding headache, courtesy of the second bottle of wine she and Lauren had opened after their heart-to-heart. The morning sun streamed through gaps in the curtains, hitting her face with a brightness that was painful. She groaned, rolling onto he
Shock rippled through her, followed by a second, unexpected wave of pleasure that made her gasp. The revelation, rather than diminishing her climax, intensified it, her body responding to the forbidden knowledge with a surge of heat that had her crying out again. Her pussy clenched around his cock,
On the other side of the locked door, Grayson pressed his forehead against the cool wood, one fist clenched at his side. His heart hammered in his chest, adrenaline still coursing through his veins from their explosive encounter and the shock of recognition in her eyes when his mask had fallen."Re







