The Don Waste My Child Chapter 02

The Don Waste My Child Chapter 02

The memory faded.

Kane thought I knew my place and was ready to apologize, so he patted my hand.

“Alright. Let’s move on. You don’t want to apologize yourself.”

He said it like he was being generous.

“The baby … when you’re ready—we can always try again.”

I pulled my hand back. Closed my eyes.

Just days ago, the doctor had smiled at me. “Soon, you’ll start to feel the baby move.”

I laid my hand on my belly. There was nothing there now.

Empty.

The room was so quiet.

Kane thought I was too tired and fell asleep.

His voice was low—he was on the phone with Reyna.

“My Don, you should keep her company, cheer her up.”

Reyna’s voice was high and excited.

“Me? The family business doesn’t run itself. And honestly—seeing her like this, she is so boring, more than ever.”

“Not like you, bounce and …”

The door opened. Closed. His voice faded down the corridor until there was nothing.

…

I spent two more weeks at the recovery center.

Kane visited twice. Ten minutes each time.

As if I’m some boring chore that he has to do.

“I can’t really help with anything.”

This line Kane repeats every 2 minutes.

YES, INDEED.

He couldn’t help. He was genuinely busy.

His phone never stopped lighting up—Ivy’s name flashing again and again.

“I’ll come get you when they let you go home.”

Yet he forgot the date.

The nurse called him.

He said

“Tell her to handle it herself.”

Then cut the nurse off.

The nurse looks at me with pity.

Because in the background—Ivy’s voice. Sweet. Soft.

Calling Kane to do it harder.