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DebbieThe morning sun streamed through the kitchen windows, hitting the white tiles with a brightness that made my head throb. I sat on the edge of my bed for five minutes, just trying to get the world to stop spinning. I felt heavy. I felt weak. My stomach was doing somersaults, and a thick wave of nausea kept rising in my throat.This is weird, I thought, gripping the banister as I walked downstairs. I had felt fine yesterday. Tired, sure. Stressed? Absolutely. But this morning, I felt like I had been hit by a truck.I walked into the kitchen. The smell of frying bacon and buttered toast hit me like a physical punch. Normally, I loved that smell. Today, it made me want to run for the bathroom.Rain was at the stove, humming a tune and flipping pancakes. He turned around, a huge grin on his face."Debbs! Look who’s finally awake. Good morning, sexy. You’re just in time.""Morning," I murmured. I pulled out a chair and slumped into it, resting my head in my hands.River was already a

Debbie.I snatched the plastic sticks from River’s hand. My heart was thumping so hard I could feel it in my throat. I looked down at them. My vision blurred for a second, then everything became sharp. Two lines. Dark, bold, and undeniable. They stared back at me like two judge’s gavels hitting a desk."No," I whispered. My voice sounded thin and far away. "How? How can this be happening?"“I'm… I'm pregnant?”I felt the blood drain from my face. My legs felt like they were made of water. I collapsed back onto the mattress, the bed creaking under my weight. My mind was a mess of dates and memories. I thought about the implant. I thought about how I hadn't checked it. I thought about the distance between me and Black. We hadn't been close for a long time. This wasn't supposed to happen. It was impossible, yet here it was, resting in my palm."Debbie," Rain said softly as he sat on the bed beside me and took my hand. His palm was warm and solid. "Shhhh… I know this is a lot to take in."

Debbie The room was dim, the curtains drawn tight to keep out the afternoon light. I wasn't asleep. I was just lying there, staring at the ceiling. My mind felt like a heavy weight in my skull. I moved my hand down to my stomach. It was still flat, still firm, but everything was different. Inside, something was changing. Something that would change me forever. The door creaked open. I didn't turn my head. I knew the rhythm of his footsteps and the scent. It was River. He walked over and sat on the edge of the bed. The mattress dipped under his weight. "Are you feeling weak?" he asked. His voice was soft, like he was afraid I might break if he spoke too loud. "No," I whispered. "I’m just... here." River took a deep breath. He leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees. "I want to talk to you, Debbie. On behalf of all of us. I know this isn't the perfect time. I know our lives are a mess and the world is falling apart around us. But I need you to know something." I didn't res

Debbie The room was filled with a thick, dusty silence. I woke up at the same spot on the floor where I had collapsed the night before. My back was stiff, and my neck felt like it was made of rusted iron. I slowly sat up, rubbing my eyes. The midday sun was streaming through the high windows, mockingly bright. I looked at the window, my heart heavy. By now, it was almost afternoon. Good God. This man is so cruel. How bad can someone be? He was literally cheating everywhere, treating me like a piece of shit. He didn’t and never wanted or appreciated me. Yes, I did have a problem with it before. But not now. When I finally accepted my fate and moved on to the persons who did, he becomes a devil? What exactly do people want? Do they want to see you down and never get up? He wanted me to remain that sad, pathetic wife he kept in the dark. Like a slave, or worse? I thought of River, Rain, and Rex. I could almost hear their voices. They must have been calling me a hundred tim

Debbie The clock on the wall seemed to tick louder with every passing second. I sat on the edge of the bed, the silver key clutched so tightly in my palm that the metal bit into my skin. When the time finally passed, I stood up. My legs felt heavy, like I was walking through water. I reached for the door. My hand trembled as I slid the key into the hole. Click. The sound was like a gunshot in the quiet room. I held my breath, waiting for a guard to shout or a siren to go off. Nothing. I pushed the door open just a crack. And like the times when things were falling into place, Maria was standing there. She was wearing her usual apron. She looked tense, her eyes darting back and forth. She signaled for me to come out. I stepped into the hallway, my heart in my throat. God forbid Black pops out of nowhere. “Come on, Luna,” she whispered. “Quickly.” She led me down the long, carpeted hall. I kept looking over my shoulder, expecting any of the men assigned to keep me in a ca