Wyoming woke up feeling like a truck ran her over.   She wanted to sleep some more, but could not ignore her bladder’s call for release. She groaned in protest when she forced herself to get up from bed, trudging her way to the bathroom to relieve herself. She was still half-asleep when she felt a queasy feeling around her stomach, making it lurch.  Bile rose through her throat. She quickly put her panties on and went to the sink to throw up. When she felt that she already vomited the entire contents of her stomach, she wiped her mouth and opened the tap to gurgle water. Once down, she walked slowly back to the bedroom, feeling tired and spent. She climbed back to bed, noticing that the other side hadn’t been slept on. She took her phone and looked at the time. It’s two o’clock in the morning. She then swiped her messages and checked whether Cayden sent her a message, but there was non

 It took Cayden an hour before he reached their home.   When he got inside their room, Wyoming was already waiting for him. She was looking outside the window, her back to the door.  When she heard the knob turn, she did not immediately turn around. Only when Cayden walked to her back and dropped a kiss on her cheek did she finally have the courage to face him.  “Where have you been?” She asked and instantly saw the guilty look in his eyes.  Cayden did not incline to answer. He did not know why but he felt that he was not ready to tell her things concerning Tori. He remembered James’s point-blank quest

“Cayden, where are you?” Cayden met the question in stoic silence. If it weren’t for its continuous ringing, disturbing him from his sleep, he would not have answered the d*mn call. Impatience crossed his unkempt features, but he did not utter a word, remaining silent on his end of the line. Even if he wanted to answer, he couldn’t because his mouth felt like cotton. He rubbed a finger to his bloodshot eyes and sighed. He looked around his room - the bedroom he shared with Wyoming and saw beer cans scattered all over the floor. He rose from the floor. In his drunkenness, he was not able to transfer to the bed before sleep claimed him. He tripped on an empty bottle of Whisky and it rolled off the floor. Cayden stumbled but quickly pressed his palms on the wall for support, groaning in pain. He kicked the other cans that littered the path to the bathroom and swore under his breath. If Wyoming could have seen this mess, he bet he would get a thorough scolding. But she could not see

“We are here, Mr. Ellish.” Cayden’s driver told him after the car ground to a halt. Cayden opened his eyes and lifted his head from slumping on the backrest. Straightening his body to an upright position, Cayden turned his head to look out the tinted side window to check his surroundings. He noticed that his driver stopped the car outside the hospital’s main entrance. He got out of the car and walked sluggishly to the main lobby to find his parents waiting for him. He faltered in his steps. Surprise registered on his face at the sight of his parents. Though at the back of his mind, seeing them there shouldn’t have come as a surprise to him. Knowing Alicia, whatever conflicts they may have in the family, he knew she would insist on coming here. She would be there to support him. He looked away, suddenly feeling guilty, but before he turned his head around to pretend he did not see him, he saw Alicia’s eyes light up in recognition. It was Alicia who first saw him. She

Five years later. “Five minutes,” Wyoming grumbled groggily when someone nudged her shoulders, trying desperately to rouse her from sleep. She turned to the side to avoid being distracted from the precious shut-eye. The hands seemed persistent. They did not budge and instead tried to disturb another part of her body to elicit some response from her.It chose the back of her ears, targeting her ticklish point. Wyoming twitched, involuntary laughter coming out of her mouth, pulling away from those determined fingers as they searched the most sensitive part of her body. At the same time, she felt little lips kissing her exposed cheek. The lips felt soft and wet with saliva. “Ew!”Wyoming groaned, wiping her wet cheek with the back of her hand. “Connor, stop it. Mommy’s awake.” She held the little hands between hers and sat up in bed groggily, her eyes fixed on the little man scowling before her. “I had been trying to wake you up since breakfast, but you refuse to open your