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.

extinguished. lan had investigated the person who had brought the child

of the moment,

him to safety," the survivor's voice was heavy with guilt. "The beam was ablaze, and if I stayed, the baby would have died too,

been clutching the child, desperate for help. If not for their courage, the baby would have perished in the fire.

seemed 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, possibly survive? Whether Fitch could accept this outcome,

see his child and scouring the wildfire

were too charred, crumbling to

brought back fragments for identification daily