LOGINThe hospital room was quiet except for the soft beeping of the heart monitor.Avery sat on the bed with her knees pulled slightly toward her chest, staring blankly at the white hospital sheets. Her fingers rested on her stomach unconsciously.Only hours ago, she had been laughing in the pool.Now everything felt empty.Evan stood by the window with his back turned, his phone pressed tightly against his ear.“I want every camera feed from that restaurant tonight,” he said coldly. “Parking lot, entrance, bar area, everything.”There was a pause on the other end.“I don’t care if it costs millions,” Evan continued. “Find out who served my wife that drink.”He ended the call and ran a hand through his hair before turning back toward the bed.Avery hadn’t moved.She looked small somehow… smaller than usual.“Avery,” he said softly.Her eyes slowly lifted to meet his.“They said it was because of the drink, right?” she asked quietly.Evan nodded, walking toward her.“Yes.”Her fingers tight
Evan’s stomach dropped. He didn’t wait a second. He scooped her into his arms and ran toward the villa, adrenaline fueling him as he shouted for someone to call an ambulance.“She’s….she’s bleeding! Hurry!” he cried, banging on the front door.Inside the villa, he carried her into the car without hesitation, his hands shaking as he tried to keep pressure on her stomach.“Stay with me, Avery! Stay with me!” he yelled, his voice cracking.Every red light felt like an eternity as he drove through the Florence streets, Evan’s knuckles white on the wheel, heart hammering in his chest. His mind raced. At the hospital, medics rushed Avery inside. Evan followed, shouting her name, refusing to let go of her hand.“You’re going to be okay,” he whispered fiercely. “I’m not losing you. Not like this.”But deep down, he feared the worst.Avery tried to smile, but the color had drained from her cheeks, and her hands shook weakly.“I… I’m okay…” she whispered, though the tremor in her voice betraye
Evan was lying on his back, one arm behind his head, the other resting comfortably across her waist like he never intended to let her go.Avery poked his chest.“You know,” she said dramatically, “I think you tried to kill me just now.”Evan turned his head slowly, raising an eyebrow.“Oh really?”“Yes,” she said, nodding seriously. “Completely exhausted. I might need a week to recover.”A smirk tugged at his lips.“A week?” he said. “That long?”Avery groaned and buried her face in his shoulder.“You’re not taking this seriously.”“I am,” he replied calmly, pulling her closer against him. “I’m just surprised my wife is complaining.”She peeked up at him with a mischievous grin.“I’m not complaining,” she said quickly. “I’m just… documenting the situation.”Evan laughed under his breath.“Documenting?”“Yes. Evidence,” she said proudly.He rolled onto his side, propping himself up on one elbow so he could look at her properly.Avery’s cheeks were still slightly pink, her eyes bright w
Avery collapsed onto the terrace sofa, phone in hand, scrolling through the photos she had taken during the day. The Duomo, the Ponte Vecchio, the Uffizi Gallery… every picture captured her excitement, her laughter, and Evan’s soft, protective glances.With a grin, she posted them to her social media account, captions simple and joyful: “First day in Florence! Loving every moment with my two favorite boys”Almost instantly, the notifications started pouring in.Maddie: “OMG STOP. Are you serious?? Jet-setting in Italy while we’re stuck at home? I hate you a little ”Lacy: “Okayyyyy Avery… HOW does Evan look at you like you’re the only person in the world?! I can see it through these pics!! ”Natalie: “Brooo… you’re glowinggggg and that little baby outfit?? I’m literally screaming!! You’re living the dream and it’s not fair!!”Avery laughed so hard she nearly dropped her phone. She tapped back a quick reply to Maddie.Avery: “Relax, Maddie! I’m just living a little. Don’t hate me too m
The jet landed smoothly in Florence, the Tuscan sun bathing the city in a golden glow. Avery pressed her face to the window as the rolling hills and terracotta rooftops stretched out beneath them.“This is… unreal,” she whispered, awe in her voice.Evan’s arm wrapped around her shoulders as they disembarked. “It’s beautiful, isn’t it? And it’s just for us.”Avery glanced at him, smiling. “I can’t believe this is happening. I’ve never traveled like this before.”Evan chuckled softly. “You’ve never traveled with your billionaire husband either.”She rolled her eyes playfully. “You’re enjoying reminding me, aren’t you?”“Every second,” he replied, brushing a strand of hair from her face. “But I’m serious, wifey. This trip is about you and our baby. Nothing else.”A sleek black sedan was waiting to take them to their hotel, a beautiful boutique villa overlooking the Arno River. The driver stepped out to open the doors, but Evan remained by Avery’s side, his protective presence obvious to
The car finally pulled into the long driveway of the estate.As soon as the vehicle stopped, the driver stepped out and opened the door for them.Evan gently helped Avery out of the car, instinctively placing a steady hand on her waist.“You know I’m capable of walking on my own,” Avery teased.Evan looked at her calmly.“Yes.”“But you won’t let me.”“No.”Avery laughed as they walked toward the mansion together.Inside, the house staff greeted them warmly before returning to their duties.Avery kicked off her shoes the moment they stepped into their room, letting out a small sigh of relief.“Finally,” she murmured.Evan loosened his tie, watching her carefully.“Long day?”“A little,” she admitted as she sat on the edge of the bed.He walked over to her, crouching slightly so he was at eye level.“Are you tired?”“Not really.”Evan studied her for another moment before nodding. “Good.”“Why?”“Because we have packing to do.”Avery’s eyes widened slightly.“Oh right! The Italy trip!







