"Uh… H-Hames…" I sat up straight, taking the phone from him. "Where did you see this from?" "That's not important, just tell me what it's all about." The way his face had twisted into a dangerous frown was making my heart race faster.  "Uh… it's nothing important, can you just ignore it?" "Ignore it? Ignore the fact that someone just sent a picture of you, my wife, kissing fucking Tyler?" "That wasn't my fault. I gave him a hard slap that day." "Then this should be another day," He yanked the phone out of my hand, clicking on another photo where Tyler and I were sitting on a bench, with my head on his chest and his arms around me.

"Hi, Faith. We should go on a walk together, don't you think?" "Yes, please. I'm so bored of staying at home." "You're not as bored as I am." I sighed, sitting on one of the dining chairs. "Since I stopped working, I think I've become more lazy and I feel fatter. I'm more than bored whenever Hames is away."  "You shouldn't be so bored, I'm here for you." She winked at me.  "You don't understand, you can't be my husband. Whenever he's around me, there's a different feeling, a different mood, more happiness, relief." I sighed again.  "Ouch, that hurts a little. If you miss him so much, why don't you pay him a surprise visit?" She asked, reachin

I rushed beside Faith's stretcher as she was being pushed. She was coughing out blood and it was evident in her eyes that she was struggling to breathe, struggling for life. I was still able to run beside her stretcher till the door to the emergency room was opened and I wasn't permitted to go in. "Faith, please God save her. She can't die."  I prayed. My entire body was vibrating and my head was pounding.  Who could've wanted to kill me? The crazy person in the balaclava, who the heck was it? Faith just saved me. I prayed she survived, she couldn't die this way. "She's also pregnant, two lives can't just go like that." I was very sweaty and more than scared right now.  After a few minutes of me pacing around the door of her emergency room, Hames came running

~ 5 MONTHS LATER ~ ~ HAMES ~ My poor heart was beating really fast as Imogen was struggling to get Tristan's head out of her tiny hole, groaning and sweating. I felt helpless. I wanted to help her with the pain but all I could do was hold her hand really tight, muttering soothing words to her. Her fingernails were digging into my skin. It was hurting but I knew the pain was nothing compared to hers. It felt like I could feel her pain, my heart was aching, I was very sweaty. "Don't worry, baby. Please stay calm." I continued to comfort her  "Hames," she cried, breathing heavily.  

~ HAMES ~ "My baby," Imogen dropped to the floor, breaking into tears. "Nothing must happen to my Tristan."  "Don't worry, nothing will happen to our son." I crouched beside her. "If anything terrible happens to him, I swear I'll kill myself." She cried. "Stop saying nonsense! Nothing will happen to him and you're not going to kill yourself." "I will," she buried her head in her palm. "Do you know how hard it was to survive through those months to have him?" "Daisy, please take her to her room. I'll try to find Tristan."  "Don't you dare touc