Dear Ex-wife Marry Me by Twin Bridge

For the next two days, Fitch barely moved from the side of the incubator, no matter who tried to persuade him. His own injuries were horrific, his back a mess of torn flesh, and he hadn't changed out of his filthy suit since the incident. Only when the baby inside the incubator stirred would Fitch's eyes flicker, showing a brief sign of life amidst his otherwise vacant stare.

lan had been making frequent trips to the hospital, unable to tell Maja the truth, always saying he had to work late. Seeing Fitch still standing there, filthy and stubborn, lan took decisive action, delivering a quick, precise chop to Fitch's neck, knocking him out cold. "Get him down and clean his wounds, or I'm worried he'll get tetanus," Ian ordered.

The doctors had wanted to intervene earlier, but Fitch was so numb and unresponsive that they had reluctantly given up. Now with lan present, several people firmly supported Fitch and took him away to treat his injuries.

lan stood outside the incubator, watching the child inside. Premature babies are naturally much smaller than full-term infants, and their movements are scarce and sluggish. It was a miracle the child had been saved; when he arrived at the hospital, his heart had nearly stopped. The thought of what Fitch would do if the baby didn't make it was unbearable to lan. Rubbing his temples, he asked about the baby's survival odds. The doctor hesitated before replying, not daring to give false hope, only saying they would try their best.

A pounding headache began to set in for lan as he stepped out to check on Fitch. The fabric of Fitch's shirt had fused with the wounds on his back, and removing it tore away flesh, causing him pain even in his sleep. "Let him rest a bit longer," lan instructed. "Try not to wake him." Otherwise, Fitch would be right back to standing vigil by the incubator.

completely extinguished. lan had investigated the person who had brought the child to safety-a

of the

him to safety," the survivor's voice was heavy with guilt. "The beam was ablaze, and if

help. If not for their courage, the baby would have perished in the fire. Ian had looked into the rescuer's background.

to be that Zoey was gone. That inferno had reduced great trees to ash; how could a woman, just after childbirth and pinned by debris,

routine was reduced to two things: visiting the hospital to see his child and scouring the wildfire site for any sign of Zoey. Firefighters were still at the scene, vigilant for any lingering flames. Fitch searched meticulously-any bone-like fragments were

charred, crumbling to dust at the slightest touch,

identification daily until even the