Dear Ex-wife Marry Me by Twin Bridge

lan woke with a start, as the evening shadows began to lengthen across his room. He rubbed at his temples, eyes tracing the

familiar cracks on the ceiling.

Pushing himself upright, he was greeted by a voice, “How are you feeling?”

It was Beck, his expression a mosaic of concern. Just as Beck braced for lan to revert to the mental capacity of a toddler, lan

exhaled softly and shook his head, “I'm fine. How's Maja?”

He could respond coherently and remembered Maja?

Beck was taken aback, then relieved.

“You're in Greenfield. Maja’s at Greenfield Gardens, resting up for the baby. Everyone in Cania has been searching for you, turning

every stone.”

lan’s gaze swept the hospital room, finding it empty.

“Where is she?”

Maja was his primary concern.

“She's resting. You're not in shape to see her yet. I haven't told her we found you. Her emotions can’t handle the excitement, and I

didn’t want to get her hopes up. Are you sure you're okay?”

“Yeah.”

As lan answered, an itch began to crawl up his throat. It was unreachable, starting deep within him and surfacing like a terrible

whisper.

Instinctively, he scratched at his hand, but it was like scratching over a boot - unsatisfying.

A frown creased his forehead as he stopped and turned to Beck.

“What's happened to me?”

at one point, he was close to tearing his own

had finished explaining about Queena'’s situation when lan was about to

won't drink her blood. Lock her up

was a thousand times more potent than any drug, how could he possibly withstand

down, “I can handle it. Have Philip and Phil been found? And

should lead us

leaned back, checking his healing wounds. Standing, he intended to pace the room, but the itching sensation ambushed

a faint red

and moved to

seconds, lan’s sweat was rolling

heart nearly stopped. It was fortunate enough that lan hadn't lost his mind, but

I should just have

blood made lan nauseous, let

now, Greenfield Gardens? I want to go back to Greenfield Gardens. You'd better

on the surface, and she must be worried in her heart. It's not good for the child. Moreover,

buy a baby carriage, and think of the baby's

he leaned back, his hospital gown

of days.

meant

He kept going out,

missing, Beck had been

did you find

on point, her heart racing with hope, only to see Beck shake his

in her eyes extinguished, she settled quietly on

I've stocked up on holiday

from the company. How

in the mood. She'd

lacked the desire to shop for the holidays, often feeling a pang of

of lan in their bedroom was fading, and she had hoped he’d return

as the days dragged on, she dared not

looming but not wanting to worry Beck,

for a bit, take a walk by

pang of sympathy and gently patted