All Chapters of My Step Daddy’s Holimate: Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

WREN’S POVThe scrubs Victor had sent up were still folded in their plastic, pale blue with the Black Diamond pack crest embroidered small over the left chest. I stood in front of the mirror in the suite’s bathroom smoothing down fabric that felt more significant than it should have for something so simple.I hadn’t worn scrubs since my final placement a year ago. Hadn’t had a real job to wear them for long before that, since before the island, before Ronan, before any of it.My reflection looked better than I felt. Hair pulled back neat, the small curve of my stomach visible now even under the loose fit of the top, something I’d stopped trying to hide the moment Victor made it clear hiding wasn’t necessary anymore.Family didn’t hide things from each other. That had been his exact phrasing three days ago, delivered with the same flat authority as everything else he said. I heard Camille’s door open across the small shared hallway and stepped out to find her already dressed, and stop

RONAN’S POVI remember every second of that morning with a clarity that should have faded by now and instead had only sharpened. The same way certain wounds scarred deeper the longer you left them alone.I woke up to an empty bed after I received a message tha she’d be spending the night with Camille because we are going the next morning. I didn’t feel comfortable leaving her but I agreed and told her I’d see her in the morning so we can leave. But then there was this wrongness of the sheets on her side. Then the note on the counter I found twenty minutes later, four words that told me everything and nothing at once.-I needed to leave.I’d torn that cabin apart looking for some other explanation. Checked the bathroom, the closet, small deck where she liked to sit some mornings with her coffee. I called her name into rooms that had no reason to answer.Then I ran everywhere! I went through the cabin’s small garden, down the coastal path, my bare feet tearing against gravel I didn’t fe

WREN’S POVThe wolf Victor had sent to Darknight returned on a Tuesday. I knew something was wrong the moment I saw his face through the clinic’s front window.He didn’t come to me first. He went straight to Victor’s study and I watched him go with a strange cold feeling building low in my stomach. Some instinct I didn’t want to name yet already bracing for whatever news he carried. Victor summoned me twenty minutes later.I knew before I sat down. I tend to watch it in the careful way he was holding himself witj stillness of a man arranging his face into something that could deliver devastating news without shattering entirely while doing it.“Wren. Sit.”“Just tell me.”He looked at me for a long moment. “Your mother passed away a month ago.”The words didn’t land the way I expected them to. They just sort of hovered there, suspended, refusing to fully connect to anything real. I have read something similar from their socials but it didn’t make sense whatsoever. Now there’s a repea

WREN’S POVThe contractions started while I was folding tiny clothes. I’d been sitting on the nursery floor, a stack of onesies in my lap humming something off-key the way my mother used to, when the first one hit low and sharp and entirely unlike anything I’d braced myself for despite months of professional training in exactly this.I sat very still and aited to see if it would pass. It didn’t pass. It came back twelve minutes later, much harder.“Camille” I called out, my voice way calmer than I felt. “Camille, I think it’s happening.”She appeared in the doorway so fast I barely heard her cross the hall, her eyes going wide the moment she took in my face.“Now? Like now now?”“Now now.”Everything after that moved in a blur of purposeful motion. Victor’s commanding voice arranging everything before I’d even finished explaining. Dr. Osei arrived within minutes, calm and efficient, her presence alone settling something in my chest that started to spiral.They moved me to the birthing

RONAN’S POVIts been six months since Violet’s death. I sat in my study with the number turning over in my head like a stone I couldn’t stop touching. Six months since I made a promise to a dying woman that I still hadn’t managed to keep.The trackers had all come back with the same useless report. No sign of her. No sign of Camille. Two women who’d vanished into unclaimed territory as if the earth itself had decided to swallow every trace of them the moment they stepped off that island. I started to wonder if she was even alive.The thought alone made something in my chest lock up so tight I had to stand, pace the length of my study twice before I could breathe properly again. Fox hadn’t stopped pacing in months either. He is restless and grieving in equal measure, the bond between us stretched thin and aching in a way that never settled anymore.Margaret found me like that. Standing at the window, staring out at nothing witj my hands braced against the sill hard enough to whiten my