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 words were still circling in my head like flies.
"I swear I'm done having kids."
He hadn't even flinched when he said it.
One hand gripping the wheel, the other tapping against his thigh like he was keeping time with his own irritation.
The rant had started over Treasure — how much he hated being away from her, how much he hated dealing with Mika — but somewhere in the middle of it, the frustration turned into a vow.
No more kids.
Ever.
I sat there in the passenger seat, smiling where I needed to, nodding at the right pauses, but my stomach was a storm.
The test I'd taken that morning was buried in my nightstand under a mess of receipts and lotion bottles, but its truth still screamed at me.
Pregnant.
Too soon.
Too much.
And now, I knew for sure — I couldn't tell him.
But the crazy thing was, after that rant, Ghost's mood shifted overnight.
Like he thought maybe I'd pulled back from him, and this was his way of pulling me close again.
He started planning little things — sending me random "pack a bag" texts, showing up on my lunch breaks with my favorite food, talking about booking a cabin for the weekend after court.
He'd been holding my hand more, kissing me like we were at the beginning again.
And every time he did it, guilt ripped through me like a paper cut I couldn't stop reopening.
You have no idea I'm carrying your child.
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Work only made it worse.
Labor and delivery had always been my happy place.
But now... every time I walked into a room, I felt like the universe was mocking me.
