LOGINAIDEN'S POV Time passed, and with it came change.The day it happened was quiet. Riley had been restless all morning. Shifting, pausing, breathing a little heavier than usual.“You okay?” I asked, watching her carefully.She nodded, then shook her head. “I don’t know.”That was enough to put me on edge. “Riley.”She froze slightly. “Aiden…”The way she said my name, that was it. That was all I needed.“We’re going to the hospital.”“I think…”“We’re going now.”Everything after that blurred.The drive, the voices, movement, urgency.It all blended into one continuous moment of tension and anticipation.But one thing stayed clear. Her hand in mine, tight and unrelenting.“I’m here,” I kept saying. “I’m right here.”And I was. Every second, every breath, every moment.Labor wasn’t easy, It never is. But this was something else.Because it wasn’t just physical. It was emotional, mental and every push carried more than pain.It carried fear, memory, loss and hope. All tangled together i
AIDEN’S POVThere are nights that don’t end when the sun rises.Nights that stay with you, lingering in your chest and settling in your bones. Refusing to leave no matter how many hours pass.This was one of them.Riley hadn’t said much since the baby shower, not in words..But something had shifted.She wasn’t drowning the way she had been before but she wasn’t steady either. She was in between.And I had learned quickly that in-between spaces were the most dangerous.Because that’s where people either begin to heal or fall apart again.She sat on the edge of the bed, her fingers resting lightly over her stomach.A habit now. Instinctive and protective. Her gaze was distant, not empty. Just somewhere else.“You’re thinking again.” My voice was soft as I leaned against the doorway.She didn’t look at me immediately. “I don’t know how to stop.”I walked over carefully, like approaching something delicate.“You don’t have to stop,” I said. “You just have to not let it consume you.”“That
CLAIRE’S POVGrief has a way of overstaying its welcome. Not in the loud, obvious way people expect. Not always tears or breakdowns.Sometimes it’s quieter than that. It lingers and sits in the corner of the room.It follows you into every moment and slowly drains the color out of everything you used to love.And Riley, she was fading.“She didn’t eat again.”I didn’t look away from the window as I spoke.Aiden stood behind me, silent for a moment. “I know.”Three simple words, heavy and defeated.That scared me more than anything, because Aiden wasn’t the kind of man who gave up easily.“She barely sleeps,” I continued. “And when she does, she wakes up crying.”His jaw tightened. “I know.”“She doesn’t talk unless someone forces her to.”“I know, Claire.”I turned this time, finally facing him. “Then do something.”The words came out sharper than I intended, but I didn’t take them back because watching Riley like this. It was unbearable.“What do you want me to do?” he asked quietl
RILEY’S POVThere are moments in life that don’t feel real while they’re happening.Moments where everything slows down, where sound fades, time stretches, and your body moves but your mind doesn’t quite catch up.And then later, much later. It hits you all at once, like a wave you didn’t see coming.Like something that was always going to break you just didn’t know when.“Get in the car.” Ethan’s voice cut through the air like something sharp, unfamiliar.I didn’t move.“I’m not going anywhere with you.”His jaw tightened. “You don’t really have a choice.”“I do.” I insisted stubbornly.“You don’t.”My heart pounded hard against my chest, my hand instinctively pressing against my stomach. Protective and desperate.“Ethan, stop this,” I said, trying to keep my voice steady. “Whatever you think this is, it’s not going to fix anything.”He laughed, but there was no humor in it. “I’m not trying to fix anything.”That was worse.“I’m ending it.”My breath caught. “What does that even mean
RILEY’S POVHospitals had a smell. The kind that clung to your skin and settled in your chest, making everything feel heavier than it already was.I hated it. Not because of what it was, but because of what it reminded me of. Loss, fear, waiting.I stood just outside the ward door, my fingers curling slightly against my palm as I tried to steady myself.“You don’t have to go in if you’re not ready.” Aiden’s voice was quiet beside me.Like he was afraid even sound could break me right now.I shook my head. “I want to.”And I meant it. Because this wasn’t something I wanted to run from, not anymore.I pushed the door open slowly and stepped inside.She looked smaller, that was the first thing I noticed. Not physically but in presence.Like the strength she usually carried had been softened by something deeper.Her eyes found mine almost immediately. And for a moment, something flickered there.“Riley,” she said softly.I swallowed. “Hi.”Aiden stayed by the door, giving us space but clo
CLAIRE’S POVGrief makes people do strange things.Some people cry until there’s nothing left in them. Some go quiet, like if they make one wrong sound, everything will collapse.And some people… they smile. Not because they’re okay, but because they don’t know what else to do.Riley was the third kind, and it terrified me.“She’s fine.”I turned slowly, staring at Aiden like he had just said something incredibly stupid.“She’s not fine.”He didn’t argue, he didn’t even try to because he knew better.“She hasn’t cried since the funeral,” I continued, folding my arms. “Not the way she needs to.”“She cried.”“That wasn’t enough.” I sighed.There was a sharpness in my voice I didn’t bother hiding, because this wasn’t something to sugarcoat.“She’s holding everything in,” I added. “And if she keeps doing that, it’s going to break her.”Aiden exhaled slowly, running a hand through his hair. “What do you suggest?”“I’m taking her out.”He frowned slightly. “Out?”“Yes. Away. Somewhere that
AIDEN'S POV The city was already awake when I pulled into the underground garage, the echo of tires against concrete sharp in the enclosed space. I cut the engine and sat there for a moment longer than necessary, hands resting on the steering wheel, feeling the vibration fade beneath my palms.Ri
CLAIRE'S POV The café door slammed harder than I intended, the bell above it ringing in sharp protest as I stepped inside.Riley looked up from her cup immediately. Her shoulders stiffened. Not dramatically, just enough.I clocked it because I knew her too well.The place was nearly empty. Late af
RILEY'S POV The apartment felt different once Aiden left. Not quieter, Claire had turned on the television in the kitchen and was aggressively pretending to cook but altered, like the air itself had rearranged around the absence of his body. I sat where he’d been sitting minutes earlier, fingers
RILEY'S POV The kettle clicked off on its own, a small, ordinary sound that felt strangely loud in Aiden’s kitchen.I reached for it before he could, my fingers brushing the handle at the same time as his. We froze like that for a second, too close, not touching enough then he smiled and stepped







