All Chapters of He Slept With My Sister, When I Was Giving Birth: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

EvelynThe gardens at night were different. Quieter, somehow more honest than during the day when pack members moved through them with purpose. Now it was just us and the soft sounds of insects, the distant rustle of leaves.Ava led me to a patch of grass near the white roses. She settled down cross-legged like this was routine, patting the space beside her."See?" she said, gesturing around us. "It's peaceful."I sat down, noting how she immediately relaxed in a way I hadn't seen before. Her shoulders dropped, her breathing slowed. This place was her refuge."Do you have school tomorrow?" I asked."Mm-hmm." Ava plucked at the grass between her fingers. "Mrs. Chen teaches us reading and writing in the morning. She's nice. She has this voice that sounds like honey, you know? And she never yells even when David throws things.""And who's David?""David Parker. He's eight and he thinks he's the smartest because his dad works with Alpha on important pack stuff." She rolled her eyes in tha

EvelynSeven AM. The hallways were quieter at this hour, most pack members still asleep or just beginning their day. I should have felt rested after a full night's sleep, but my body dragged like I'd been running marathons in my dreams. Maybe it was the emotional weight of last night. Maybe it was just the accumulated stress of weeks spent pretending to be someone else.But underneath the exhaustion, something warm flickered in my chest. Something I hadn't felt in five years.I love you sooo much, Dr. Graham!Ava's words kept replaying, that pure, unguarded expression on her small face. The way she'd thrown her arms around me like I was safety itself. She'd said it from pure instinct—a child warming up to an adult who'd shown her kindness. But she had no idea what those words had done to me.I hadn't realized how much I needed to hear them until they spilled from her lips. And my response—I love you too, sweetheart—had been completely genuine. The first honest thing I'd said since retu

Hey everyone!I'm finally back, and I want to start by saying a huge THANK YOU for your patience. What was supposed to be a quick editing break turned into over a week away, and I owe you an explanation.While I was working with my editor on those consistency issues I mentioned, I ended up having a medical emergency that required immediate attention. I can't go into details about what happened, but I'm completely fine now and ready to get back to bringing you Evelyn and Damon's story.Throughout this entire time, I could see all your comments and messages. I saw you asking for updates, wondering if I had abandoned the book, and requesting more chapters. I wanted to respond so badly, but I just couldn't. Please know that I read every single one.I also want to assure you all—I never abandon my books. I always finish what I start. This story is too important to me, and you all are too important to me, for me to just disappear.Since I promised 3 bonus chapters and kept you waiting longer

Evelyn"Has anyone here told you just how much you look like my eldest daughter?"The question hung in the air. Every second I didn't answer made it worse. I could see Damon's eyes narrowing, studying my face with that look people get when they're trying to place something familiar. Shit. Catherine had just put her finger on exactly what he'd been thinking but couldn't name.I was fucked.My mind raced through possibilities. Distances. From here to Robins' lodge - maybe two miles through pack territory. How fast could I move if I just grabbed Ava right now? Catherine's grip on her hand looked loose. No one would expect it. I could snatch Ava and run before anyone realized what was happening.But then what? Robins would protect me, I knew that with absolute certainty. But Damon would never let us leave pack territory with his daughter. And I hadn't driven here - no car, no escape route planned. The logistics were impossible. I'd be trapped in Wood Pack territory with a kidnapped child

MargaretSusan's face went through a series of changes - surprise, then calculation, then something that looked almost like relief. She set down the water glass she'd been holding and studied my face carefully."What makes you ask that?""Don't answer my question with a question." My frustration boiled over. "I know that look, Susan. You're deciding how much to tell me."I moved closer to the bed, keeping my voice low. "Yesterday, when I questioned that doctor about Ava, she reacted like I'd threatened her own child. Why would a stranger get worked up over a child that isn't hers?"Susan said nothing."So I'll ask again. Does Dr. Graham look like Evelyn to you?"Susan was quiet for a long moment, her fingers picking at the hospital blanket. When she finally spoke, her voice was barely above a whisper."It's her, Margaret. Evelyn is back."The confirmation stopped me cold, even though I'd suspected it. I sank into the bedside chair, my mind racing. "How long have you known?""Since the