Lahat ng Kabanata ng Fake dating the captain : Kabanata 121 - Kabanata 130

Liv “The doctor said sixteen weeks. That’s not yours. That’s… that’s Rowan’s.”The words felt heavy in the room. They sat between us like something alive, something ugly that neither of us could touch without getting hurt. My voice shook after I said it. My hands were cold even though the room was warm. I kept staring at Kacy because I needed to see his face when the truth landed. I needed to see if he would still look at me the same way.The color drained from his face so fast it scared me. It was like someone had pulled all the blood out of him. His mouth opened a little but nothing came out. Then he sat on the edge of the bed hard, like his legs suddenly stopped working.“No,” he said quietly. “No way.”“I did the dates,” I said. My voice sounded small now. Weak. “I counted them over and over. It’s his. The twins are his.”The word twins made the silence even worse.He stared at the floor for a long minute. Maybe longer. I could hear the clock ticking in the hallway and the soun

Ava "Sure you will," I said, but I let it drop. We ate in silence, him flipping channels, me stealing glances. It wasn't perfect, but it was something.By eight months, though? Torture. I couldn't sleep, couldn't breathe right, and Caleb's "trying" meant he'd cook eggs sometimes burnt, of course or ask about my day like a script. "How was it?" he'd say, not looking up from his laptop."Boring as hell," I'd snap. "Sat around, watched my feet inflate. Thrilling."He'd chuckle half-heartedly. "Want ice cream?""Always," I'd say, and he'd get it, but it felt like pity.One day, I had a check-up alone because he "had work." Sat in that sterile room, legs dangling, and the doc did the ultrasound. "It's a boy," she said, all cheery. But then her face changed. "But, uh, there are some concerns. Heart rate's off, fluid levels low. He might be sick, and may need NICU time after birth. We'll monitor."I froze. "Sick? Like how sick?""Could be chronic issues, respiratory to go below. We'll see."

Joyce The lady picked up all professional and bored, “Crimestoppers hotline, what’s your tip?” and I jumped right in cutting her off because who has time for small talk, “Listen up, no names, no questions the baby boy kidnapped from the park earlier, the one everyone’s crying about on the news? He’s sitting in a carrier on the bench in the vacant lot behind the station on Fifth, go get him now before I change my mind and he’s gone forever.” She tried interrupting, all “Ma’am, can you stay on the line and give more details?” but I laughed right over her, rude as hell, “No details, lady, just send a car, and tell the parents it’s a free gift, no ransom needed anymore click.” Hung up before she could say another word, tossed the phone out the window into a dumpster because bye-bye evidence, and then I waited, engine off, slouched low in the seat watching the lot through the rearview like some paranoid ex-girlfriend which, okay, fair.Sirens started up quiet at first, no lights at first

Liv I held onto his shirt tight and I half laughed through the first real contraction that felt like my insides were twisting up. “They always do Kacy. Always pick her. But you know what. Screw them. You are carrying me like some hero from a movie and I am dripping everywhere. At least the universe gave me one good thing today.”He got me buckled in the car and started it up and we drove off while I could hear sirens somewhere far away for Ava happy ending. I kept talking the whole way words just spilling out between the breaths because the pain was getting stronger and I could not keep my mouth shut. “ I hate them I really do but I would never wish Cole gone or anything. That is Ava level crazy and I am not like her. I am just me. The one they always leave behind. Again. But you are here. You are always here.”Kacy squeezed my hand at every red light and he said and I am staying. “Breathe Liv. In and out. We are almost there.”The hospital turned into a blur after we got there. Nurs

Liv Mia jumped in, already climbing up on the bed like it was her couch at home, kicking her shoes off and flopping down next to me. “Exactly, screw that noise, this baby is a queen already and we’re gonna celebrate her, watch this.” Then they went full chaotic best-friend mode, Mia jumping up and down on the mattress making the whole bed bounce while I winced and laughed at the same time because ow but also hilarious, and Zoe grabbed the baby out again and started dancing her around the room like a ragdoll singing “your pumpum bring life…… your pumpum bring life, look at this tiny pumpum making mama fight!” in the dumbest off-key voice while Mia filmed the whole thing on her phone for TikTok, both of them yelling over each other “hashtag twin mom survivor, hashtag besties save the day, hashtag pumpum power!” I was cracking up so hard my scar pulled but I couldn’t stop because they looked ridiculous, Mia pretending to rock the baby like a microphone and Zoe doing these stupid hip th