Se connecterDaisy’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
Lucas POVBy the time we finish hanging out in the family room, Daisy is still a no-show and is probably hiding off in her room.My father finally pulls himself together, even though he’s had about four whiskeys. The strange thing is, he isn’t remotely drunk. The alcohol isn’t touching him at all.
Lucas POVAs my mom settles onto the couch beside my grandmother and cracks open the old photo album, I let out a quiet sigh. I already know where this is headed.My mom smiles, pointing to one of the pictures.“See this one?” she says. “This is Lucas and Breanna. Remember? We were going to the lak
Lucas POVI wake up the next morning with Daisy’s words still lodged in my head like shrapnel.They replay on a loop.It’s not really Zade’s baby… it’s yours. You didn’t wear a condom… he did. It could be either of you.My chest tightens as I stare at the ceiling.All I can hear now is my grandmoth
Clover’s POV As soon as I get back to my desk, I laugh, placing my walking stick and my iPad down carefully. The first thing that pops into my head is what Braylee said.Terrorize Zade.That’s it. That’s the reason I said yes to lunch.I’m not avoiding him anymore. Fuck that. He cheated on me. I







