With unsteady steps Lauren bound up the stairs of her home, her face downcast and troubled, she had a feeling something was wrong but she didn’t know what it was. Nathan wasn’t home when she came in. she looked around the house with pure disgust, she didn’t know how she was going to keep living here with Nathan and pretend that she was still the happy wife that he had married. She wanted to tear down the entire house and set it ablaze but she couldn’t do something that rash, Nathan was too dangerous. She didn’t know what she would do if he tried to harm Damien in any way. Damien had promised to bring Harry back and he was holding him to his words. Maybe if she finally held Harry in her arms she might be happy again. But deep down, she knew she would never truly feel complete without Damien by her side. She brought a bottle of whisky and poured herself a glass, she needed to cool her head so she would be able to handle Nathan when he got back. She was halfway thr

Damien was still lost in his own world, welcoming the pain that the drink the day before has brought him. he rolled over in his bed, laying an arm across to his eyes to shield it from the sun. There was an incessant knocking in his head and he couldn’t concentrate for a good five minutes before the knocking became louder. This time it wasn’t in his head. He stood up, padding around the house quietly for fear of upsetting the elephants that were currently holding a march in his head. No one knew that he lived here so he could be knocking so early in the morning? The swung open when he unlocked it to reveal a very pissed Patty carrying a grocery bag. The remaining sleep that lingered in his eyes cleared up. “Good morning…” he stammered, afraid that she had come to finish her attack on him “What are you doing here?” he asked consciously. “Peace offering?” she held up the grocery bag and offered him a smile that Damien could tell was forced but not entirely vicio

It was beginning to be a normal thing for Lauren to wake up in the morning, disoriented and with a headache. She fumbled around in the bed, patting the other side of the bed but it was empty. That only meant that Nathan was already out for work. She stood up and took the aspirin that he always left for her beside the bed. She still felt foggy afterward, feeling like she was supposed to remember something but her memory came up blank. She hit the side of her head lightly like it would help her recall “Why am I forgetting so much lately” She whined as she got out of the bed. She went straight into the bathroom and showered. When she was done, she got dressed and went into the kitchen where she saw that breakfast was already spread out and covered. She opened the lid to reveal freshly made omelets, pancakes, and another meal that couldn’t remember the name, laced with lots of syrup. That was very thoughtful of Nathan, she thought. She couldn’t understand exactly why h

They coughed as black smoke engulfed them both, the heat from the explosion piercing their already tender skin. Damien stood up with great difficulty as the smoke began to clear, letting him see the damage that was done to his home. He stood up with great difficulty as he bled from his leg, holding his now blackened wall to support himself. He was leaving when he saw his attacker laying on the floor, with a huge piece of the table lodged in his leg. Damien was about to leave him there when he called out to him. “Please…” he said, holding his hand out to him. Damien wasn’t sure if he wanted to help someone whose mission had been to kill him. he was about to leave him there when he suddenly changed his mind. It was clear the attacker had been following someone’s orders. Grabbing what was left of the table, he pulled it up having to put all his strength into it because of how heavy it was. He succeeded in finally lifting it before he pushed it to the side and

The next days were hard for everyone. After a couple of months, Damien and Lauren had slipped into a coma and the police were still conducting their investigation so Jane and Nathan were stuck with Paula and Gab. It was more of a routine. Jane would wake up with Harry as they now slept together. She would bathe then feed him then they would play all day at the gazebo as Jane read his children's book and stories. It was almost perfect, the connection that had blossomed between them and she wasn’t complaining. Meanwhile, Nathan had to give reports on the research he had been researching and handed it over to top government officials before they would get into any trouble. So on days like this, Nathan would have breakfast with Gab in the dining before coming out to the gazebo to greet Harry. On this particular day, Nathan came out without a shirt on and as Jane looked up, the sun shone directly on the biceps he had grown back at the little gym at the back of the hous