All Chapters of Is It Wrong I Want Daddy So Bad? : Chapter 211 - Chapter 220

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The Waiting Room

RomanMy phone is already against my ear before I’ve fully pulled onto the road, Raven laid across the back seat, blood soaking dark into the leather beneath her.“I need a trauma team ready.” My voice comes out steadier than I feel. “Female, twenty-eight weeks pregnant, hit by a vehicle. Five minutes out.”“Sir, can you confirm her condition, is she conscious, is she breathing—”“Just have them ready.” I hang up before the voice on the other end can ask anything else, eyes flicking constantly to the mirror, checking the rise and fall of her chest.“Stay with me,” I say, to no one, to her, to whatever’s still listening. “You hear me? Stay with me.”Every light between the cemetery and the hospital gets run. My foot stays flat against the pedal, one hand braced back against the seat on every turn, trying to keep her from sliding.The staff are already outside when I stop the car, pulling the door open, lifting her onto a stretcher with careful, practiced hands. An oxygen mask goes over

The Debt. No Mercy

RomanThe hospital feels different walking back into it, quieter somehow, though nothing has actually changed except me.They’ve moved Raven to a private ward, and the doctor meets me outside the door with an expression I’ve learned to read as bad news trying to sound careful.“She’s stable,” he says. “But she’s in a coma.”The word lands somewhere I don’t have room for it. “For how long?”“We can’t say for certain. It could be days. Weeks. In some cases it stretches into months, occasionally longer.” He pauses. “All we can do right now is monitor her and wait.”I don’t remember him leaving.I’m sitting beside her bed a moment later, her hand small and still in mine, machines marking out the rhythm of her heart in slow, patient beeps. I press her knuckles to my lips.“Nothing will ever touch you again,” I tell her quietly. “I swear it on my life. Whatever it takes to bring you back to me, I’ll do it. However long it takes, I’ll be right here.”I stay like that for what feels

Not A Match

RomanMy phone rings from the passenger seat, and I glance at the screen, only half paying attention to the road.Anaya.She came the moment I called, staying behind to watch Raven while I dealt with Vivienne. I only got off the phone with one of the nurses a few minutes ago. Seeing Anaya’s name now makes something cold settle in my stomach.I answer immediately.“How bad is it?”“Roman, you need to come back.” Her voice is trembling, words spilling over each other. “Something’s wrong. They said Raven’s numbers are dropping, and she needs a blood transfusion right now. They tested me to see if I was a match, but… I’m not. They said my blood is incompatible.”For a second, everything inside me goes still.“I’m on my way.”I end the call and drive straight back to the hospital, every red light, every speed limit, every car in my way becoming meaningless. My hands grip the wheel so hard my knuckles ache, one thought pounding through my head over and over.Please don’t let me be too late.

Drain Her

Roman “Marcus. Where is she.” He doesn’t need to ask who. “St. Augustine’s. Someone called it in, ambulance picked her up off the road and brought her there. I don’t have a room number yet.” “Get in the car.” The drive there is short, too short for the fury building in my chest to burn off even slightly, and by the time I walk through the front doors of St. Augustine’s I’ve already decided exactly what I’m going to do. The woman at the front desk looks up as I approach. “Can I help you?” “Vivienne Cole. What room.” “I’m sorry, sir, I can’t release patient information without knowing your relationship to her.” “A friend.” The lie comes out flat, cold. “I’ll need to verify that before I can—” I slam my palm down on the counter, hard enough that she flinches back in her chair. “I don’t have time for your protocol. Give me the ward. Now.” Her hands are shaking as she pulls up the file. “Fourth floor. Room 412.” I’m already walking before she finishes the sentence.

Awake

RavenThere are voices before there’s anything else.Distant at first, blurred at the edges, like sound underwater, and I can’t make sense of any of it, just tone, just urgency, just the shape of a voice I know without being able to place why I know it.“…I think she’s waking up. Doctor, I think she’s waking up—”Light next, harsh and unwelcome, and I feel my eyelids fighting against it, heavy, resistant, my whole body feeling like it belongs to someone else entirely.“Raven.” The voice again, closer now, clearer. “Raven, can you hear me?”I force my eyes open.The room swims into focus slowly, shapes resolving into a ceiling, a light fixture, and then a face leaning over me, familiar in a way that cuts through the fog faster than anything else has.Roman.His face is drawn, exhausted, dark circles carved deep beneath his eyes, but the moment my gaze finds his, something in his expression breaks open entirely.“There you are.” His voice cracks on the words. “Thank God. Thank God.”I t

Skin to skin

RavenRoman wheels me slowly between the rows of incubators, past machines humming low and steady, past other parents standing vigil beside glass boxes holding entire futures too small to hold themselves yet. My leg throbs dully under the bandage with every small jolt of the wheels, and my heart is pounding so hard I can feel it in my throat, the two sensations tangled together until I can’t tell which one is making me breathless.“There.” Roman’s voice drops to barely above a whisper as we stop in front of one incubator near the end of the row. “There she is.”I look down, and my chest aches with a love so fierce it steals my breath.She’s so small.“Oh.” The sound escapes me before I can stop it, my bruised hand pressing carefully against the glass. “Oh, she’s…”“Perfect,” Roman finishes quietly, crouching down beside my chair so we’re both level with her. “She’s perfect.”Tears blur my vision almost instantly. “She’s really here. She’s really okay?”“She’s strong.” He re

The Beach Wedding

EIGHT WEEKS LATERRavenThe sand is warm under my bare feet, the ocean stretching out gold and endless behind a simple wooden arch strung with white flowers, and I stand just out of sight of the small gathering, my hand tucked into the crook of Dave’s arm, trying to remember how to breathe normally.“You look beautiful,” Dave says, glancing down at me, his voice thick with something he’s clearly trying to hold together. “Absolutely beautiful.”“I’m nervous,” I admit, laughing softly. “Which is ridiculous. I already know I’m going to say yes.”“Nothing ridiculous about it.” He pats my hand gently. “Some moments deserve a few nerves. Means you know exactly how much it matters.”“Thanks for agreeing to walk me down the aisle. I couldn’t think of anyone better. You’re the only person in this family who has ever truly treated me like I’m human.”“It’s an honor, kiddo.” He smiles softly. “The honor is all mine. I’m deeply touched that you think I’m worthy.”Ahead of us, the small cro

The Nursery

RavenPaint swatches are scattered across the floor of what used to be a guest room, now half transformed into something entirely different, and I’m standing in the middle of it all with my hands on my hips, staring at the wall like it owes me something. “Pink,” I say. “Definitely pink.”Roman glances up from the crib he’s been assembling on the floor, one eyebrow raised. “You’ve never liked pink a day in your life.”“I like pink for her.”“You told me once, and I quote, pink is a color invented to keep women small and agreeable.”I laugh despite myself. “I said that?”“You said that. At a gala. To a woman wearing an entire pink gown.”“Well.” I hold up a swatch, pale blush against soft white. “I’ve changed my mind. Pink on white. It’s soft. It’s sweet.”Two weeks until our daughter comes home.I’ve counted the days so many times I don’t even need to check the calendar anymore, seventeen weeks since the surgery, seventeen weeks of healing, of visiting the NICU every day I c

Milk Me 🌶️

RomanI kiss her hard, one hand sliding into her hair while the other pulls her flush against me. Her mouth opens under mine and I taste the quiet desperation she’s been holding back for weeks.She’s trembling slightly under my hands, and I pull back just enough to look at her. Her body begging for more without her saying it. “I need you to know something first,” I say.“Daddy…”“Let me finish.” My thumb traces her cheekbone. “Every night you were in that hospital bed, I told myself if you made it through, I’d never take a single ordinary moment with you for granted again. Not this. Not any of it.”She lets out a breath that’s half laugh, half something closer to tears. “You’re going to make me cry before you even get my shirt off.”“Good.” I kiss her again, slower this time. “I want you feeling everything today.”I lower her onto the bare floor. Paint swatches scatter beneath her shoulders and hips. Her long hair fans out around her head in soft, dark waves, spilling across

Blood Or Not

RavenShe’s bigger now, unmistakably, filling out the tiny outfit the nurse dressed her in this morning, and when they finally place her in my arms I forget entirely how to breathe for a moment.“Look at her,” I whisper.Roman leans over my shoulder, studying our daughter’s face with the same quiet awe he’s worn every single visit since she was born. “She looks so much like you.”“She has your stubborn chin.”“She has your eyes.” He touches her cheek gently with one finger. “Both of them.”I look down, and there they are, unmistakable, one eye a soft grey, the other a clear, pale blue, the exact same mismatched pair I’ve had my entire life, staring back up at us from a face that’s somehow, impossibly, entirely her own.“She’s perfect,” I say, voice thick.She latches easily when I bring her to my breast, small sounds of contentment escaping her as she feeds, and there’s nothing quite like this quiet, this closeness, that I’ve found anywhere else since she was born. Roman watch

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