MasukChapter 76Ashton pulled back at once, clearing his throat, though the smile didn't fully leave his face. "No, sweetheart," he called up the stairs, his voice warm and easy again. "We're not fighting. Come on down."Iris appeared a moment later at the top of the stairs, hair mussed from her nap, dragging her blanket behind her like a cape. She squinted down at them both with the particular suspicion of a child who'd caught the tail end of something she didn't fully understand."You sure?" she asked. "Your voices sounded serious.""Just grown-up talk," Riley said, holding out her arms. "Come here."Iris padded down the stairs and climbed straight into her lap, still half-wrapped in her blanket, burrowing into Riley's shoulder with a yawn. "Can we stay for dinner?" She mumbled into Riley's collarbone. "I want to see the kitchen work. Uncle Ashton said he'd teach me how to make pasta from scratch.""Did he now," Riley said, glancing over at him."I did say that," Ashton admitted, alrea
Chapter 75Books lined every wall, shelves built custom to fit the space exactly. A soft reading chair sat tucked into the corner near the window, a blanket thrown over the arm like it was waiting for someone to use it. A small writing desk stood against the far wall, and on it sat a stack of scripts, neatly squared, a laptop closed beside them, and a framed corkboard above it already pinned with a printed call sheet from her first day of shooting.Riley stood frozen in the doorway, taking it all in piece by piece, unable to make her mouth work."You told me once," Ashton said quietly, from just behind her shoulder, "that you used to want to write. You said you'd fill notebooks with scenes nobody would ever read, just to have somewhere to put everything you were feeling.""I don't even remember telling you that," Riley whispered."You told me the summer before the wedding," he said. "I remembered. I've remembered a lot of things, Riley, even the years I spent trying not to."She walk
Chapter 74The days that followed slipped into an easy rhythm neither of them commented on out loud, though both of them noticed it. Ashton came by most evenings, sometimes with takeout, sometimes with nothing but himself and a tie already loosened from twelve hours on his feet, and Riley stopped pretending she wasn't waiting for the sound of his key in the lock.It was on one of those evenings, Iris curled between them on the couch working her way through a bowl of grapes, that Ashton finally said the words Riley had been half-afraid, half-hoping to hear."Her labs came back clean today," he said, watching Iris instead of Riley as he said it, like he wanted her to hear it too. "Kidney function is stable, the heart's holding steady post-transplant. I think we can start talking about school again." Riley's breath caught. "Really?""Not tomorrow," Ashton said, holding up a hand before Iris could get too excited. "A few more weeks. Her body's still catching up from everything it went
Chapter 73 His hand slid up along her spine, fingers spreading warm against her back, and Riley felt the low hum of his breath catch when she pressed closer, her fingers curling into the front of his shirt. His mouth moved slow against hers, unhurried despite everything simmering underneath it, like he had every intention of taking his time now that he finally had the chance.When she finally caught herself, the reality of it catching up all at once, she pulled back slowly, her lips still faintly buzzing, though she didn't manage to put any real distance between them. She stayed exactly where she'd landed, perched on his lap, her hands still loosely fisted in his shirt.Their foreheads rested together. Neither of them said anything for a moment, just breathing hard, like they'd both run a race and only now realized it."I've missed this," Ashton said finally, breaking the silence, his voice low and rough."Same here," she admitted, and the honesty of it surprised her almost as much
Chapter 72Riley turned to him, still cleaning her face with the back of her hand, and opened her mouth to say something... thank you, maybe, or something about the car ride, about whatever he'd said to her daughter that had cracked something open and let it heal... but Ashton lifted a single finger to his lips, shushing her gently."Go," he said quietly, nodding toward the hallway. "She needs you right now. I'll be right here."Riley's throat tightened all over again, and she nodded, turning to follow her daughter down the hall, leaving Ashton standing alone in the soft light of the living room, watching her go like he had nowhere else in the world he'd rather be.By the time she came out of her daughter's room, it was already late. She and Iris had spent the better part of an hour on the floor of her bedroom, first changing into pajamas, then splashing through a rushed bath that turned into a splash fight neither of them regretted.And then curling up together under the covers for a
Chapter 71Ashton didn't have words for it. Something cracked open in his chest at those two words...a dad...spoken so plainly, so certainly, like it wasn't even a question worth asking twice. He crouched down without thinking and pulled Iris into his arms, holding her tight against him, his jaw pressed to the top of her head."Okay, kiddo," he murmured, voice rough. "Okay."Riley watched them, her own throat too tight to speak, something warm and overwhelming pressing against her ribs.Julian moved first, stepping around the table and gently taking the little girl by the shoulder, steering her away with a quiet, "Come on, sweetheart, let's find your mom," before anyone else had to say anything harder.Aniya was at Riley's side in an instant, taking both her hands. "Hey. You okay?" Riley nodded, swallowing hard. "Yeah. I'm okay." She turned to Iris, who was still wrapped up in Ashton's arms, and gently pulled her back by the shoulder. "Baby, look at me. You shouldn't have spoken
Chapter 5Riley didn't hesitate. The woman who had fiercely slapped him the night before disappeared under the crushing weight of a mother’s desperation. Slowly, agonizingly, she lowered her battered, aching body onto the gravel driveway, her knees digging into the sharp stones right beside his dr
Chapter 4The heavy smell of cheap disinfectant, sweat, and old plastic chairs filled the crowded emergency room waiting area. It was completely different from the freezing, rainy night Riley had just escaped.The nurses had rushed Iris through a set of double doors into a separate treatment room t
Chapter 3The moment they stepped out the front door, a sudden, loud crack of thunder shook the whole sky.The clouds burst, and a massive downpour slammed into the ground. The rain fell in heavy, blinding sheets, completely soaking the perfect, neat driveway.Iris gasped, shivering from the biting
Chapter 1“Mom, are you really sure he’s going to show up?” Iris’s voice had a hollow, heavy ache that no ten-year-old should ever have to carry. As Riley ran the brush through her daughter's dark curls, the strands slipped from her fingers. Today was Iris's golden birthday, a day that should ha







