Fear. Confusion. Panic. This wasn't how I imagined it would turn out to be after Blake had finally let down his walls. I expected our happy ever after.

But ofcourse I was too naive to think that considering the fact that every single time we're happy, the universe throws a shit ton of obstacles like we hadn't had enough as it is.

So as I stared at my husband getting wheeled into the ambulance with egg still in my hair and on my makeup free face well all I wanted to do was fucking ball my eyes ...