MICHEAL'S POV The moment those words left Liam’s mouth— ‘I think you need to come, brother’—I didn't think at all, I just moved. Thirty minutes felt like thirty hours, and my body was shaking the whole way until I reached Sophie’s place and saw her. My Ashley. Her eyes were red, her shoulders trembling, her body looking so small on that damn couch. And when she finally said the words—when she whispered that she thought she was pregnant—my whole world cracked wide open. I've always wanted to have kids, even though my ex-wife thought otherwise. At my age, watching my mates and friends with kids while I had none of my own saddens me. And now that there's a possibility that Ashley’s carrying my own child, I can't be more grateful to have her in my life.Even now, as I held her hand and led her out of Sophie’s apartment, the words kept replaying in my head. Pregnant. My Ashley. Carrying my child.It still feels unreal. That's why I had to hear it directly from my private doctor. I had ca
MICHEAL'S POV The boardroom was silent except for the shuffle of papers and the clipped tones of men too cautious to say the wrong thing. I ran the meeting as I always did—with a firm voice and calculated decisions, keeping everyone focused on numbers and projections. Outwardly, I was composed. But inside? My head wasn't here. Every second that ticked by dragged me further away from the conference room and back to her. Ashley.When the meeting finally ended, I gave a curt nod of dismissal and rose, barely hearing the polite goodbyes. My chest felt tight as I walked back to my office. The moment the door shuts, I reached for my phone, dialling her numbers.It rang once, twice, then straight to voicemail.I tried again…nothing.My jaw clenched. Ashley always picked up calls. Always.I leaned back in my chair, running a hand down my face, unease gnawing at me. Something wasn't right. Finally, I dialled Liam’s number. He picked up on the second ring.“Where are you?” I demanded.“With
ASHLEY'S POV Nothing in the world has ever scared me more than the thought of being a mother. I've always loved kids—Sophie’s little cousins, Jade neices—I adore them. But loving children and having one of your own are two different things. I've never felt ready. I don't think I even want to be ready yet. But lately…things have been different. The morning sickness that has been sneaking up on me every day, the fact that I have missed my period, the sudden mood swings that have me crying over the smallest things. I couldn’t ignore it anymore. I even Googled the symptoms last night while lying in bed beside Michael, and every result stared back at me with one answer….early pregnancy.Still…I refused to believe it. Because if I admitted it, then it became real. And if it became real, my whole world would change.“Can we stop at the pharmacy store?” I finally asked Liam, my voice quieter than usual.He shot me a confused look from the driver’s seat. “You're getting sick again?” “No. I
MICHEAL'S POV The pounding in my head was relentless. A dull, throbbing ache that reminded me of every bad decision I made last night. I rolled over in bed, my arm stretching out instinctively, searching for the warmth I always craved in the mornings. But instead of Ashley’s soft body, I was met with cold sheets.My chest tightened instantly.I sat up too fast, the room spinning for a second. Panic clawed at me until last night memories came rushing back—the harsh words, my temper flaring, Ashley’s tear-stained face, me storming out like an idiot, the burn of whiskey at the lounge, Dax helping me home, and Ashley sobbing against my chest when I finally came back to her.And then the most painful part—she said she'd spend the night in the guest room.I scrubbed my hand over my face, muttering a curse under my breath. God, what a mess.I dragged myself into the bathroom, splashed cold water on my face, and brushed my teeth hard enough to erase every trace of alcohol.No matter how I lo
MICHEAL'S POV The glass hit the counter harder than I meant, a sharp click echoing against the low hum of the music in the lounge. I took another shot, another burn down my throat. I don't even keep count anymore. I didn't know if it was my third or tenth. I didn't care.What the hell was I even upset about?She loves me. I know that. Ashley has never made me doubt her heart, never once made me think she wasn't all in. But the way she looked at me in the eyes earlier— the way her soft voice said NO to me—it tore something out of me.Not because she refused me, but because she refused the one thing I knew could keep her safe. The only thing I want to do right now is protect her. And she doesn't want that.The weight of it pressed on my chest harder than the alcohol did.“Why's a fine man like you drinking alone?”I didn't even notice the woman until she was standing too close. Her perfume clouded the air, the scent was sweet and at the same time suffocating…I almost gagged.She slid o
ASHLEY'S POV I have never loved any man the way I love Micheal. Not in my wildest dreams did I think I was capable of this kind of love—the kind that claws at your ribs and makes your chest feel too heavy and too light at the same time. If it meant keeping him safe, I would burn to keep him warm. If it meant keeping him alive, I would give every last drop of myself, every breath, every tear….to save him.But when the man you love looks you in the eye and asks you to move in with him, that's not just love anymore. That's a whole new commitment, a kind of surrender I wasn't sure I was ready for.So when he asked, I stood from his lap and stared at him. My voice came out quieter than I wanted, shakier than I liked.“I don't think that's a good idea.”The disappointment in his eyes hit me like a wave. He leaned back on the couch, his jaw tight, his hands flexing as though he was trying to restrain himself.Then he said, “I need you close at all times, Ashley. Simon’s out there, plotting