Seriously you guys should be able to figure out how my day went. I only wrote for maybe an hour total today and did hit my 750 words, so I won’t be paying that blasted site 5 bucks any time soon for breaking my promise to complete the Challenge. =p

I got some good constructive feedback on chapter 7 of Seize the Day, so I ended up rearranging a few things and expanding the first section to make it a chapter of its own. Which taught me a few things I didn’t quite know about Savin already. Seriously, you guys, I keep learning about my characters and it’s ridiculous. YOU WOULD THINK I WOULD KNOW EVERYTHING BY NOW. SAVIN’S EXISTED FOR LIKE, ELEVEN YEARS. 

A part of what I added:

Sighing, Savin closed his eyes and willed himself to breathe. He could feel the tears scratching at his eyes, threatening to spill over. His fault. This was his fault. He should have been more assertive — should have just told Mari to wait, instead of giving in right then and there. And now — now she was pregnant. She didn’t even know — how could she know? Never mind that they were both doctors — but when was the last time Savin had even reviewed the symptoms of pregnancy? As a surgeon, he only had to worry about “taking care” of them, not detecting them.

His grip tightened around his phone at the thought. There was a reason he went into trauma. A reason that he avoided having to perform routine surgeries. Trauma surgeries challenged him — and he did love a challenge, but —

Trauma meant performing less abortions.

His heart sped up in his chest and his stomach flipped. Of course they would ask if he would rather perform the procedure himself — it was just a simple procedure, after all. Thirty minutes, start to finish. Thirty minutes that he had always hated. Thirty minutes that he had almost refused to do in medical school, even when it was obvious his skills were far beyond those of his fellow students. If he hadn’t needed to perform several in order to receive a passing grade in his third year…

Savin swallowed thickly, shaking his head and forcing himself up from his chair. He wouldn’t think about that. Wouldn’t think about the procedures he had performed since, how the women always seemed so grateful to be rid of an illegal parasite. A parasite that he could only ever see as human.

A “parasite” his fiancee now carried.