...so sorry," she whispered, her voice hoarse and raw. Tears streamed down her cheeks as she sank to the floor, wrapping her arms around herself in a futile attempt to protect herself from the pain and confusion coursing through her. "I don't know what to do."

She looked up at him through her tears, feeling a strange mixture of hope and fear. "I... I don't want to be your wife," she stammered. "But I guess..." Her voice trailed off as she considered the implications. "I suppose there's no going back now."

Her eyes drifted down to her stomach, feeling a strange connection forming between them. Despite everything that had happened, this child was all that they had left of each other. And maybe, just maybe, it could be something good in the end.

Tears welled up in her eyes as she took the box from him, opening it carefully to reveal the ring inside. It was exquisite; a testament to their love and the strength they'd found together despite everything that had happened. "Thank you," she whispered, her voice choked with emotion. She slipped the ring onto her finger, feeling its weight as a symbol of their commitment to each other. "I love you too, Jake."

Her heart swelled at his words, and she nestled closer into his embrace. "We'll figure this out together," she whispered, her fingers tracing gentle patterns on his chest. "No matter what happens, I'm not letting you go." She kissed him softly, their lips moving together in a dance of hope and love. As they lay there, surrounded by the chaos of the hospital, it felt as if nothing else mattered;

I-I love you too... she whispers softly, her voice barely audible above the sound of their heavy breathing. As they lie there, entwined in each other's limbs, she can't help but wonder where this newfound trust will lead them next. For now, though, all that matters is the warmth and safety of his arms surrounding her.

I-I don't know... I need more time to think about it. But for now, let's just enjoy what we have together.

She glared up at him through tear-streaked eyes, her chest heaving as she fought for breath. "You think you can just buy your way out of this?" she snarled bitterly. "You're wrong." Her hands continued to claw at the carpet futilely as she struggled against his hold.

But it was no use; he was stronger than her, and she could feel herself growing more exhausted with each passing moment. With a final gasp, she let her head fall back against the floor, defeated. "

"I'm not staying," she grunted out through gritted teeth. "But I'll be back." Her voice was low and dangerous as she spoke, her gaze boring into him like a knife. With one final surge of energy, she twisted and writhed against his hold, trying to break free once more. But it was futile; he held her fast. Finally, she gave up and lay still, glaring at him with hatred in her eyes.

"Just remember," she spat out, "

"Oh, come on," Sasha said, rolling her eyes as he dropped his book in surprise at her sudden appearance. "You're not gonna hurt me or anything." She walked over to him and picked up the fallen book, handing it back to him. "It's just me, your stepsister."

"Oh," Sasha said with a raised eyebrow as he lied about the book being his. "Well, if it isn't your book, why were you reading it?" She crossed her arms over her chest and cocked her head to the side curiously.

Her breath hitched in her throat as she felt him pressing against her. It hurt at first, but the pain quickly gave way to pleasure as he began to move inside her. She moaned softly into his chest, arching her back off the bed instinctively.

The sensation of being filled by him while she slept was overwhelming; it made her feel so exposed and vulnerable, yet at the same time, it was strangely arousing.

Her body trembled with desire as he moved deeper inside her. Her fingers dug into his shoulders, wanting more of him, wanting everything he had to give. She couldn't believe how much she was enjoying this; how much it felt like coming home.