LOGINDaisy’s POVAs I slowly walked around the hospital room, one hand pressed against my lower stomach, I sighed to myself because that pain was no joke. The baby had not held back at all. Every part of my body hurt. My back hurts. My stomach hurts. Even my breathing felt exhausting. But one thing I could say about the Blackwoods, and probably the Smiths too, if I was being honest, was that even though I was technically still an inmate, they made sure I got the best medical care possible while having this baby.I glanced over toward the portable crib beside the bed.And there she was being held.My daughter.My beautiful little girl.She looked just like Janine.The resemblance was honestly shocking.The same soft features.The same little nose.Even the shape of her mouth looked like hers.She was gorgeous.Perfect.And all I could do was cry.Why the fuck did I ruin my life like this?I swallowed hard as I looked toward the guard standing outside the room, watching everything quietly th
Zade’s POVThree Weeks Later“So what do you wanna do with this room, Clover?”I stand in the middle of the empty room with my hands on my hips while Clover slowly walks around, rubbing her stomach. And when I say she has popped?Yeah.She has popped popped.At this point, I’m starting to wonder if there are actually two babies in there.But according to the doctor, there’s only one heartbeat.One baby.Though he did jokingly say that if there were two babies in there, they’d have to be so identical that they were practically laying on top of each other like mirrored shadows because everything is moving in sync.I laughed when he explained it.Clover did not.Mostly because she was too busy trying not to jokingly throw up during the appointment.Now she sighs and gestures around the room. “I was thinking maybe an at-home office.”I nod immediately. “Yeah. Definitely office.”She glances at me suspiciously.I point at her stomach. “Because I know you. You keep acting like you’re gonna
Daisy’s POVTwo Days Prior“So why are you taking samples from me? Why are you taking blood samples and saliva samples from me?” I ask, my voice edged with irritation as I eye the nurse standing in front of me. She barely reacts, just lets out a tired sigh like she’s had this exact conversation a hundred times already. She explains that there’s a court order for DNA testing, not just for paternity but for other issues tied to my case. I roll my eyes and lean back, because I am already over it. “Whatever. Do what you gotta do. Fucking bitch.”They don’t waste any time after that. From the swabs, blood draws, pulling strands of hair, shit, every damn thing they can take, they do. I sit there, feeling less like a person and more like a piece of evidence being cataloged. Eventually, she finishes, neatly sealing everything into an envelope like this is just another routine task. She gives me a small, polite smile before standing to leave. I don’t return it. I just stare at her, unimpressed
Clover’s POVWe are getting to know each other as we graze the charcuterie board.Okay, really, I’m grazing the charcuterie board.At this point, I’ve made at least three trips, and nobody’s judging me, so I’m gonna keep going.I pop another piece of fruit into my mouth, leaning slightly against the table as I take everything in.My sisters-in-law.Because that’s what they are now.And they are… gorgeous.Like, genuinely beautiful women.I glance over at Chloé, then Kylie, watching the way they move, the way they smile, the way their husbands look at them…Then my eyes drift to Janine.Now that makes sense.I nod to myself slowly.Yeah… I can see it.I can see why their father wanted her. She was a beautiful girl.Still is a beautiful woman.And her daughters? Just as pretty.Their kids?Adorable.I rest my hand on my belly, rubbing absentmindedly.I hope our baby looks like them.I glance over at Zade, and he’s beaming.Like… full-on glowing.And I smile to myself because, yeah… he d
Janine’s POVFriday MorningMy eyes snap open before the sun even fully rises.My heart is already racing.Today.I slowly sit up in bed and take a deep breath, pressing my hand to my chest like I can physically calm it down.Beside me, Tarek shifts and groans softly before rolling over.“Hon…” his voice is thick with sleep. “You okay?”“I’m fine,” I whisper, even though I’m clearly not.He squints at the clock.“…It’s five in the morning.”“I know,” I say quickly, already swinging my legs off the bed. “I just, there’s things I need to do. I have to prepare...”His arm snakes around my waist, pulling me right back down against him.“Janine,” he murmurs against my shoulder, “lay down.”“They’ll be here soon...”“They won’t,” he cuts in gently. “Flight lands at eight. The cars will pick them up. They’ll be here around nine, maybe nine-thirty.”I hesitate.He rubs my arm slowly. “You have time.”I let out a shaky breath… and finally relax into him.His warmth. His steadiness.God… this m
Janine’s POVOne Week LaterI swear I have walked this house a hundred times already.Back and forth. Room to room. Straightening things that are already straight. Fixing pillows that don’t need fixing. Checking doors that have been closed perfectly fine for the last hour.Tomorrow… my girls will be here.My girls.I still can’t even say it without my chest tightening.Kylie. Chloé.With their husbands, and their children.My grandchildren.I press my hand to my chest and take a slow breath, trying to calm the storm building inside me.“Breathe, Janine,” I mutter to myself as I walk into the living room for the fifth time in the last ten minutes. “Everything is fine. Everything is good.”But it’s not just excitement.It’s nerves.It’s guilt.It’s hope.And then there’s Dustin.I glance toward the hallway just as my husband walks in, already dressed, already composed, because of course he is.“Still pacing?” he asks, amused.I shoot him a look. “Of course I’m pacing. My daughters are c
Clover’s POVA few days pass, and all I can do is sigh and think to my self that my marriage is over, and now.... this is my fucking life.Today, I have a meeting with Tracy. Hopefully, she can get me everything I need, from the information, to the paperwork, and everything else that needs to be dr
Zade’s POVI pace my house like a caged animal, opening doors, closing them again, checking rooms I already know are empty, like maybe if I look hard enough, my wife will magically reappear.But no there's nothing, or no one.After Kennedy’s “good luck with that”, the truth settles in deeper. I’m h
Clover’s POV Grandma drives us to one of her properties, one Zade knows nothing about, and I can’t help smiling to myself.“Thank you, Grandma,” I whisper.The condo sits right outside of Orange County. Of all places, Zade would never think to look here. He’s always assumed that since my accident,
Zade’s POV As I finally slipped out of that overly dramatic woman Daisy’s room after hours of trying to calm her down, hours of her clinging to me like I was oxygen, and I glanced at my watch. Shit, it's already 12:15 p.m.A whole damn day after my wife and Daisy took that tumble.I could barely







