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?”

senses had already registered that at one point, he was close to tearing his own

explaining about Queena'’s situation when lan was

her blood. Lock her

thousand times more potent than any drug, how could he

Have Philip and Phil been found? And what about

which should lead us to Philip. No word on Patric

Standing, he intended to pace the room, but the itching sensation

all angles, casting a faint red

noticed lan’s distress and moved

was rolling

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

I should just have Queena

nauseous, let alone

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

must be worried in her heart. It's not good for

buy a baby carriage, and think

the moment he leaned back, his hospital gown was nearly soaked through with

he spoke, “Givea couple of days. It's

meant not

He kept going

had been too anxious to entertain such

you find

was usually on point, her heart racing with hope, only

in her eyes extinguished, she

hand, “Christmas is coming up. I've stocked up on holiday goods and thought we could gather with

invite a few artists from the

wasn’t in the mood. She'd

for the holidays, often feeling a pang of sadness

bedroom was fading, and

she dared not inquire further about

a headache looming but not wanting to worry

go out for a bit, take a walk by

a pang of sympathy