Lois grabbed her shoulders and shook her hard. "Eden!" "Listen to me!" Clarke added in a gentler tone. "Liam is going to be okay. The surgery was a success. I told you he's a stubborn oaf. He'll be okay." It took her frazzled brain a second or two to register his words, and once they'd sunk in, Eden couldn't contain her tears. She broke down and howled, her anguish and fears and heartache flowing out of her, leaving her empty and drained. "I thought—I thought—You were crying so much, I thought—" She stammered, unable to say the unthinkable. "I was crying so much because I'm so relieved. My baby is going to be fine," Lois said as she looked through her bag for tissues. When she couldn't find any, she snapped her fingers at the brothers to hand over one of their handkerchiefs. Julian did the honours, and Eden dabbed her eyes and threw Brenda's rosary around her neck. "He's still heavily sedated, and they're moving him to the ICU so they can monitor him closely over the next day or
The ride back to the penthouse was very different from their trip to the hospital earlier. Both Jace and Aaron were now chatting away quietly in the front while the DJ on Jacaranda FM kept them all awake with back to back hits from the 80s or maybe 90s. "You must be so relieved, Ma'am," Aaron said and lowered the volume even more. "It's Eden, Aaron. I'll have to call you, Sir, if you insist on this 'ma'am' business. And yes, I'm very relieved." "That's good," Jace nodded, his head brushing lightly on the headrest, "You can sleep easily tonight." "That's the plan," she agreed. But she didn't sleep easy. In fact, she didn't sleep at all. She was restless half the night, and after checking on Aiden for the umpteenth time, she dug through the laundry hamper and pulled out one of Liam's used shirts, she missed him something awful tonight, and she needed his scent all around her. With nothing to do and all this time on her hands, Ede
The day after his surgery, Liam regained consciousness but very briefly, though. And after a few hours of intense observation, his doctors' felt comfortable enough to move him to a private room in the recovery unit, where he continued to be monitored closely. But for days after, it was touch and go as he lingered at death's door, slipping in and out of consciousness regularly. And for days, Eden stayed with him and prayed feverishly for his recovery as she kept vigil by his bedside, returning home only to shower, snatch a few hours of sleep and spend time with Aiden. When she was too tired to go home, Brenda would bring her son in for a few minutes during visiting hours to see his father, and they would sit on the bed and read The Boy Who Chased The Moon over and over to him. Every time Aiden had to return home without her, he'd kick up a fuss and scream for his 'Dad', breaking Eden's heart a little more. She was torn. On the one hand,
Whoever said the wheels of justice turn slowly clearly hadn't met Clarke Anderson. In the days following his only son's shooting, together with his security team, he fought like a gladiator to bring Aleksei to book. But since half, the police force was on the Ivanovs' payroll, and without actual proof and witnesses, getting the one half of the Russian mob behind bars proved to be a difficult feat. Finding the gun that almost ended his son's life was a bit of a stretch; Clarke was well aware of that. However, he did try to locate the waitstaff and bartender present at the time of the shooting. Other than James and his team, they were the only other witnesses. But, like most people where the mob is concerned, they all refused to talk, insisting they knew nothing and saw nothing on the day of the incident. Clarke's only hope was gaining access to the security footage, and if it wasn't for Liam's history with the racetrack company, he would have hit anoth
While Eden planned her grand proposal and made plans for their future across town, Liam arose from his limbo at last and struggled to open his eyes. For a terrifying second or two, he thought he was dead or blind or both, and he panicked, his heart racing out of control when he moved his head side to side, and he still couldn't see jack shit. "Calm down," he told himself. "This is all a bad dream. Just a bad dream. You're not blind." "What if you are?" A niggling voice whispered somewhere inside his head.The thought was enough to make him want to weep. "No!" He groaned as he brought his hands to his eyes. He'd pry his eyelids open if he has to. But the fire burning at his side warned him not to try anything stupid.He pressed his head firmly on the pillow and stayed still, forcing himself to calm his tits as he took a long deep breath. He held it in and released it slowly while he counted to five— a technique Linda had taught him ba
Eden didn't waste another second after Liam's parents called to let her know he was awake. She saw her friends off and locked up her house. Back at the penthouse, a collective sigh of relief swept through the room when she updated Brenda and Dave and the rest of the housekeeping staff on Liam's progress. She could swear someone had lifted the eighteen-wheeler they'd all been carrying around over the past several days. "I have to run," Eden said as she gave Aiden a quick smooch before setting off to see Liam. "You're not taking the little one?" Dave asked. "I'll take him this evening when I drop off Liam's clothes and other stuff he'll need," she explained. Dave nodded and saw her out, locking the door behind him. Half an hour later, she was at the hospital, and Jace insisted on escorting her to Liam's ward, but she declined. She'd been there so many times now she could easily find her way around. "We'll be waiting for you," her
Eden looked up, startled out of her mind to see his eyes were open. "Liam!" She was instantly on her feet and kissing him on the lips as she sobbed so loud she thought she'd wake the patients in the neighbouring rooms. "Oh my God, it's true. You're awake! I was starting to think they lied." "If you keep crying, I might just pass out again!" He growled and patted the empty spot on the bed. "Come here!" She sank beside him, and he drew her closer and placed his hand on her tummy. "How's my little warrior?" Eden burst into tears again at his words. "You heard everything I said that night?" "Of course I did," he smiled tearfully as well. "I may have been dying, but I'm not deaf, you know." "And you're not angry?" "Why would I be angry?" Liam asked. "Because you just found out about Aiden and now—" "Now our family will be complete," he pulled her down, and she nestled in his arms, careful not to touch his wound. "I l
Later that evening, when Eden walked into Liam's ward with Aiden in her arms, she was surprised to find him clean-shaven and fully clothed in joggers, sneakers and a hoodie as if he was ready to go somewhere. "Dad!" Aiden shrieked with joy as soon as he saw his father rolling around the room in a wheelchair. Liam roared right back at him, his voice thundering through the room as he opened his arms. "Kool-Aid!" Eden set their son down, and he ran to his father. Liam scooped him up despite his visible agony but yelped out in pain when he tried to throw him up in the air. Eden was instantly at his side, worry dancing in her eyes, the travel bag in her hands falling at her feet with a dull thud. Aiden, too, look just as concerned. "I'm okay," Liam assured them, but the anguish on his face told a different story. "Why are you even out of bed?" Eden scolded him, much to Aiden's disapproval. "Mom, no!" He shook his hea