LOGINSiennaBy the time the sun dipped and the sky turned that deep, purple-blue color, the birthday party had started to slow down. People were dancing, laughing, drinking, but the energy had softened into something warm and easy.Then slowly, one by one, the adults started gathering their things.Lena kissed my forehead again, telling me to get some rest later and not do “too much nonsense,” which made Jaxon laugh behind me. Liana hugged me so tightly I felt her heart beat against mine. My dad squeezed my shoulder gently, smiling at me with that soft look he had been wearing all week.“Happy birthday, baby,” he said. “Enjoy the rest of your night. Just… be wise.”I nodded, even though my heart was already racing.The moment their cars pulled out of the long driveway and disappeared down the quiet road, the entire atmosphere shifted instantly.Ezra clapped loudly.“Okay! Adults gone—REAL PARTY TIME!”Everyone screamed in agreement.Suddenly the music got louder, the lights from the lake h
SiennaI woke up on my birthday with this warm feeling in my chest, like the world had secretly decided to be kind to me for once. I didn’t even open my eyes yet, but I could hear sounds outside my door—whispers, shuffling, the kind of noise people make when they’re trying to be quiet but absolutely failing at it.I stretched under my blanket and smiled. They’re planning something. I can feel it.The moment I opened my door, chaos exploded.“HAPPY BIRTHDAY, PRINCESS!”My family, my friends—everyone—were crammed in the hallway like a pack of excited puppies. Balloons everywhere, confetti flying in my hair, cupcakes dangerously close to falling out of a box Ezra was pretending not to drop.I laughed so hard my ribs hurt.Caleb hugged me first, almost lifting me off the ground. Lena kissed my forehead, Liana held my hand with that soft smile she always used when she didn’t want to cry, and Usher clapped so loud the balloons bumped the ceiling.Then my eyes landed on Jaxon.And everything
SiennaI barely slept.Jaxon didn’t want to talk anymore that night. He didn’t even want to be touched at first. When I followed him upstairs, he whispered, “I need space. Just tonight.”So I gave him space.I sat in the corner of his room while he lay on his bed staring at the ceiling with dead, empty eyes. I didn’t speak until he whispered, sometime around 3 a.m., barely loud enough for me to hear:“Please don’t leave.”So I crawled onto his bed quietly, lying beside him without touching him, just close enough for him to feel I was there. Eventually, he drifted off, exhausted from crying.And I stayed awake, watching him breathe.Because how could I sleep when the person I loved was breaking?The next morning.The house felt too bright, too loud, too normal for what had happened.I was downstairs helping set the table when I heard footsteps on the stairs. Jaxon appeared at the bottom, hair messy, eyes swollen, walking slowly like the world was too heavy.He tried to smile.It didn’t
SIENNA Jaxon’s recovery felt like the longest week of my life.Every day in the hospital had its own kind of heaviness—machines beeping, nurses moving around him, doctors checking his progress while the rest of us pretended we weren’t drowning in the weight of a secret he didn’t know yet.Nobody told him anything.Not a single thing.He didn’t know about the donor match.He didn’t know about the maternity tests.He didn’t know about the switch at birth.He only thought he’d been in an accident… and needed surgery.Every time he woke up, groggy and in pain, he’d look around like he expected something bad to happen. And each time he saw me, his shoulders relaxed just a little. I stayed by his bed as much as the nurses allowed. Ezra and Caleb came whenever they weren’t at practice or dealing with coaches yelling. Even Kendra brought food for me when she noticed I kept forgetting to eat.But Lena… and Liana…God.Watching them was something else entirely.Lena would stand at his door for
SiennaThe moment the doctor said the words —“Jaxon is Liana’s biological son.”— the entire waiting area turned into a battlefield.Lena screamed again, louder this time, a sound so heart-breaking it cut straight through bone. She lunged toward Liana, not to attack her but in pure confusion and agony.“You’re lying!” she sobbed. “Tell them you’re lying, Liana! Tell them Jaxon is MY baby! TELL THEM!”Liana stepped back, hands shaking. Tears streamed down her cheeks too, but she wasn’t screaming — she was terrified.“Lena, I swear… I don’t know what happened,” she cried. “I don’t know why the test says that. I don’t remember anything! I don’t—”“STOP!” Lena shouted, voice cracking so painfully it made everyone flinch. “Stop saying you don’t know! Stop saying you don’t remember! He was in my stomach! My body! I carried him!”Lena collapsed to the floor again, sobbing into her palms.People were staring now. Nurses rushed forward.A male doctor signaled for security discreetly.The tens
SiennaThe hallway was too quiet.Too still.Every second felt like it was dragging nails across my skin as we waited for the “general test” results. No one spoke—not Lena, not Dad, not even the nurses passing by.When the double doors finally opened and the doctor stepped out holding a single white file, the air around us froze completely.He didn’t need to say anything.His face already said everything.But he spoke anyway, voice low and cautious.“Mr. and Mrs. Blake… the results are out.”Lena rose slowly, like her body was made of paper.Dad moved beside her, jaw tight, shoulders stiff.The doctor opened the file.“The genetic analysis shows that… the maternity markers do not match.”Lena blinked. “W–what?”Dad frowned deeply. “Explain.”The doctor swallowed. “Mrs. Lena… according to this test… you are not Jaxon’s biological mother.”The world collapsed.Just… cracked open.Lena shook her head violently. “No. No! That’s wrong. That’s impossible! Test it again. Do it again!”“We ra







