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 skin open to rid

Queena'’s situation when lan was about to

her up and keep her away

a thousand times more potent than any drug, how could

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

Phil, which should lead us

checking his healing wounds. Standing, he intended to pace the room,

a faint

lan’s distress and moved

lan’s sweat was

fortunate enough that lan hadn't lost

maybe I should just have Queena brought

lan nauseous, let alone that of a detested

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

heart. It's

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

the moment he leaned back, his

of days. It's almost Christmas. I can

surprise meant

sensed that Beck was off. He kept going out, claiming he

lan missing, Beck had been too

you

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

her eyes extinguished, she settled quietly on the

hand, “Christmas is coming up. I've stocked up on

maybe invite a few artists from the company. How

the mood. She'd been alone, rarely

desire to shop for the holidays, often feeling a pang of sadness late at

was fading, and

on, she dared not inquire further about

not wanting to worry Beck, she managed a

a

of sympathy and