Tianni, a dedicated ER nurse who thrives in chaos, and Treyvon or as the streets know him as "Ghost", a feared gangster with a reputation that keeps most people at a distance.
When Ghost is rushed into her hospital one night with a gunshot wound, T...
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The hum of fetal monitors and the faint echo of a newborn's cry usually brought Tianni a sense of peace—purpose, even.
But today, everything felt suffocating.
The scent of antiseptic, the clicking of nurses' shoes against the tile, the endless chatter on the floor—it all blurred into white noise behind the pounding in her ears.
Because it was confirmed now.
She was pregnant.
The second test she took at the hospital this morning was unmistakably clear.
No faint lines.
No room for doubt.
No misreads.
Just bold, undeniable confirmation.
She was growing a life inside of her.
And her own life?
It felt like it was teetering on the edge of a cliff.
She hadn't even had time to cry about it.
Between checking charts and covering a delivery that morning, she barely had time to breathe.
And now her lunch break had crept up on her—something she'd usually look forward to, since Ghost had made it a habit of pulling up with something she loved from the food truck down the street.
He was always showing up—present, consistent, trying in ways that scared her in this moment.
And now she had to sit across from him and pretend she wasn't holding a bomb in her chest.
Her phone buzzed on the counter next to her:
Ghost: I'm out front. Got your shrimp taco and that nasty sparkling water you like.
She stared at the message, chewing on her bottom lip.
Her hand hovered over the "send" button for a second longer than it should've.
She hated herself for not knowing what to say.
Tianni made her way out of the back entrance of the hospital, pushing the door open into the quiet side lot where Ghost leaned against his urus, his tattoos peeking from under his sleeves, arms crossed, watching her with that familiar narrowed look.
She hadn't even sat down yet, and he already knew something was off.
"Damn," he said slowly, pushing the brown paper bag toward her as she slid into the passenger seat.
"You alright? Been texting you."
She gave him a weak smile, accepting the bag.
"Sorry... just had a lot on my mind."
Ghost didn't respond right away.
He handed her the water, but his eyes didn't move from her face.
