LOGIN~ ALISTAIR ~A week passed.Life slowly returned to its usual rhythm. Meetings resumed. Documents piled up like a mountain on my desk. Decisions waited to be made. And more importantly, Isla had already been discharged from the hospital.The doctor made it clear that she needed ample rest—and that she should avoid stress and any heavy duties for at least three months.I didn’t even think twice. I told her she wouldn’t be going back to the hospital anytime soon. The baby mattered more than anything.Surprisingly, she didn’t argue. She simply agreed to my decision, which made things easier than I expected.Since then, everything in the house had been arranged accordingly. Anna stayed with her full-time. Meals were prepared on schedule. Doctors were on call. Every detail was handled.I found myself doing more than necessary—coming home earlier, checking on her personally, watching if she had eaten properly, if she was resting, if she looked tired.It didn’t feel like a responsibility any
~ ISLA ~Morning came quietly.I was still half-asleep, drifting somewhere between dreams and reality, when I shifted slightly on the bed—only for my forehead to bump into something solid. Warm. Firm.I was sure it wasn’t a pillow.My eyes flew open, and I froze on the spot. Right in front of me—too close—was a pair of deep, sharp gray eyes staring straight at me.Alistair was lying on his side, one arm bent, his head propped against his hand. His unwavering gaze had been fixed on me for God knows how long.Had he been watching me this whole time?The realization alone made my heart skip violently. Heat rushed to my cheeks so fast I probably looked like a cooked shrimp.I immediately looked away, unable to hold his gaze any longer.“You’re awake,” he said, his voice low and calm, but carrying that usual weight.I swallowed, my fingers subconsciously gripping the blanket.“H–how long have you been up?” I asked, trying to sound normal—but failing.There was a short pause before he spoke
~ ISLA ~The finality of Alistair's words landed cold, seeming to freeze the air in the room.Instead of getting offended, Tyler let out a soft chuckle, lifting both hands in mock surrender as he stood.“Alright, alright,” he said, the amusement in his tone evident. “No need to bite my head off.”He glanced at me briefly, his expression softening just a little.“Get well soon, Isla. I’ll visit you again,” he added, then turned toward the door.As he passed Alistair, he paused just long enough to murmur something under his breath—too low for me to hear—before walking out.The door clicked shut behind him. And just like that, the room fell into silence.A heavy one.I exhaled slowly, then looked at Alistair.“You didn’t have to do that,” I said. “You scared off my visitor.”He didn’t respond. He just stood there, unmoving. But the way his expression hardened—jaw tight, his gaze dark and sharper than any blade—I could tell there was a storm quietly building.I frowned slightly. “Alistair
~ ISLA ~Feeding me? Did I hear that correctly?I stared at the spoon hovering in front of my lips, then slowly lifted my eyes to his face again. He looked completely serious—as if what he said was the most normal thing in the universe.But my heart— It was racing.“I can eat by myself,” I said, my voice softer than a whisper.He didn’t budge. The spoon remained exactly where it was.“That’s inefficient,” he replied blandly.My brows drew together slightly. “What?”“You’ll take longer,” he added in a matter-of-fact tone. “And you’re not supposed to move too much.”My mouth fell open. Why did it sound like I had suddenly become a cripple? I only underwent surgery. My hands were still intact—and perfectly capable.His logic didn’t match his actions at all.“I’m fine,” I insisted. “I can manage—”“I said open your mouth.”My words stopped instantly.His voice wasn’t loud, but it carried that familiar authority—firm, leaving no room for negotiation. It felt like if I dared to oppose him,
~ ISLA ~The first thing I noticed when I woke up in the late afternoon was the soft, fragrant scent of flowers wafting through the air.My lashes fluttered open slowly, and for a few seconds, I just stared at the ceiling, letting my mind catch up with my body. Everything still felt heavy—like I hadn’t fully returned yet.Once my thoughts cleared, I shifted my gaze, following where the fragrance came from.I saw bouquets—so many of them. White lilies, roses, tulips—arranged neatly on the side tables, near the window, and even on the small cabinet by the wall. The room felt brighter because of them. Warmer, somehow.A faint smile stretched across my lips.Riley must have brought some of these. She had been here almost the whole day, checking on me every chance she got. Even when I told her I was fine, she still kept asking the same questions—if I felt pain, if I needed anything, if the baby was really okay.I let out a quiet breath.Dr. Ellis had also stopped by—calm and reassuring as
~ ALISTAIR ~ The ride back was quiet. I sat in the backseat, one arm resting against the door as my gaze fixed outside the window. My mind wasn’t on the road. It kept circling back to the hospital—to Isla, specifically. Even now, everything still felt unbelievable. I couldn’t imagine that I was going to be a father. The feeling was very foreign to me, yet at the same time, a part of me slowly began to anticipate it. And the urge to protect the mother and child overcame all the unfamiliarity I had been feeling. “Evan.” “Yes, sir,” Evan, who was behind the wheel, answered. I didn’t look at him as I said, “What’s the situation with Markus?” A beat of silence settled before Evan answered. “He’s been treated for the initial injuries,” he said carefully. “But the doctor mentioned that if his legs aren’t handled by a more specialized surgeon, there’s a high chance he’ll remain crippled.” I didn’t give the slightest reaction. The information settled in, but it didn’t stir anything in







