…Isabella POV…I have just told Clayton to get out of my sight.He seems to be holding a secret, and that in itself, not even knowing what it is, has driven me beyond mad.So I am left here with nothing but my thoughts and an evil that is growing inside. I have tried for the past several hours to let go of what is haunting me, but every time I think of him, I fall apart. The edges of my restraint have snapped, and I have stopped thinking straight almost an hour ago.There is a darkness that is surrounding me with a suffocating grip on my chest. My only aim now is to rid myself of the pain that has consumed every fiber in my broken body.But it is not working.I am busy going fucking crazy.Should I continue on this path, I am going to come down in one hell of a spectacular way. Crash and burn that is what Isabella Jones is famous for. All because of you, Clayton Jackson.But because of you, I have fou

The drive to the Hospital is near to torture as I feel torn away from Isabella for each ticking second too long. The only thought that consumed me as I sat there in silence, trying my best not to show the tears that wanted to burn with pain down cheeks that had gone pale and near damn cold, the only single thing that ran through my mind is that all of this is my fault.If I were not fucking cheating on her with Caylee, then none of this would have happened. I will wallow in my own misery rightfully deserved if anything has to happen to her.So here I am, I am standing in a godforsaken waiting room. With each second that the clock ticks to a minute, there is a small piece of me that is slowly dying.The hardest thing in life is having patience. They say the longer something takes, the better the outcome. Well, I say it is bullshit.We have been waiting like what seems forever. Everyone is trying their level best to calm me down and assure me that everythin

Life does not always go as you plan. Your best-laid plans are sometimes going to fail. The question is, how do you deal with failure?Well, life is made up of these defining moments; it is up to you how you let these moments affect you, for they shall shape who you are and what you will become.And as I stand here, afraid to take that final step forward, I know that the moment I do my life will be defined by the only thing that is going to make me happy for the rest of my life.So with that final step...I am standing and staring at the most overwhelming experience I have ever felt in my life. I cannot believe that this horny ass made that? If there would ever be something I did the best in my life, then this baby boy will be it.There are no words that can describe the emotions that are flowing through my body as I peek very hesitantly into the incubator. A feeling of perfect warmth settles over my skin as a thousand feathers tingle my senses.

It has been two days now since our little baby boy was born, and I can still not get enough of staring at him while he sleeps so peacefully. Never have I seen something so precious and yet so fragile.These past two days have been very challenging, not only for our boy but for Isabella and me, as we go through the ups and downs of him being born so early.If I say that the things that the Doctor mention does not scare the living shit out of me, then I would be lying. Talking about survival rates and complications is near enough to drive any man beyond the fear that only nightmares should be made of.As things stand at the very present, we are patiently waiting for his blood pressure and heart rate to start stabilizing. He is hooked up to so many tubes and wires that my heart breaks every time that I look at him.My only desire is to hold him, and I can see that it burns deep within Isabella as well, but at this stage, the Doctor wants to move him as littl

Isabella is hiding something from me.She has not been herself, acting rather over-stressed and if I dare to even say it, but she is more edgy and moody than what she normally is.We are taking Braydon home tomorrow and I can honestly not wait. Though the enthusiasm with Isabella seems to be lacking. I am putting it down to her only being nervous.But there is definitely something up with her.But putting that aside, we both have not had a decent night's rest for the past two weeks and from here on end it is not going to get any better.So while Betty and my mom are looking after Braydon, Isabella and me are going home for a much anticipated rest.With that, I lace my fingers in hers, and we make our way out of the room. Passing by my father, I only give him one nod, and we make our way down the stairs to the outside of the Hospital. It is with a slight bit of urgency that we find ourselves getting into the car and making the trip home in fa