I opened my eyes and found myself lying on a hospital bed, surrounded by sterile white walls and the soft hum of medical equipment. The bright overhead lights made me squint as I tried to piece together how I ended up here."My baby..." I whispered, my voice barely audible. Panic surged through me as I frantically touched my belly, feeling for any signs of movement or life."Jane." I heard Brandon call my name from beside the bed. His face was filled with concern as he gently placed a hand on my shoulder."Brandon." I hold his hand tightly, seeking comfort and reassurance. Tears welled up in my eyes as I realized the gravity of the situation. "What happened? Is our baby okay?" I asked, my voice trembling with fear. Brandon's grip tightened, his eyes reflecting the same worry that consumed me."Jane, are you fine?" He asked, his voice filled with genuine concern. I could see the worry lines etched on his forehead as he waited for my response."I am fine, but not my baby," I whispered, m
"Are you really fine?" Brandon asked for the sixth time. His concern was evident in his voice as he patiently awaited a response. I can't help but smile at his persistence. "Yes, Brandon, I'm really fine," I reassured him, appreciating his genuine care. I put my hand on his, giving it a gentle squeeze, letting him know that I truly appreciated his concern. "I am fine, I promise," I added, hoping to alleviate any lingering doubts he may have had. "But thank you for always caring for me." Brandon smiled and said, "You know I'll always be here for you." He turned his head, focusing on driving his car. "Are we there yet?" I asked, trying to change the subject and lighten the mood. Brandon chuckled and replied, "Almost there, just a few more minutes." "I am excited to share this news with the kids," I said, feeling a surge of excitement. "Do you think they will be happy about the babies?" Brandon glanced at me, his eyes filled with warmth. "I'm sure they'll be overjoyed," he reassure
"So what do we have here?" Brandon asked, his eyes scanning the fridge for something to cook."Brandon, you don't have to do that," I said, interrupting him. "Let me cook for you instead. You just came back from a long day at work, and you deserve to relax." I smiled, gesturing towards the living room. "Go sit down, and I'll whip up something delicious for us.""No." Brandon shook his head. "I want to cook today for you and our little one here." He gently placed his hand on my stomach, a look of excitement in his eyes."Then let me help you in the kitchen," I suggested, eager to spend quality time with him."Just sit here and watch me," Brandon insisted, a playful grin on his face. "And I already have my two assistants here with me." He pointed to our kids with their tiny aprons tied around their waists.They giggled and clapped their hands in anticipation, ready to assist their dad in the kitchen. "Don't worry, mom. We'll make sure everything turns out delicious." Marlene exclaimed, h
The last few have been so happy and fulfilling that I don't even know how lucky I am to have experienced them. The joy and contentment I have felt during these moments are beyond words.With us moving into a new house and a new baby joining our family, I am overwhelmed with gratitude for the blessings that life has bestowed upon me.I touched my slightly showing baby bump and couldn't help but feel a surge of love and anticipation for the future. It's a constant reminder of the beautiful journey I am embarking on, and I can't wait to create more cherished memories with my growing family."Mom and Daddy are waiting for you with open arms," I whispered to my unborn child, imagining the day we would finally meet. The excitement and love in my heart only grew stronger, knowing that our new home would be filled with laughter, love, and endless possibilities for our growing family.I looked warm and relaxed, warming up my body as I sat in the backyard, basking in the peacefulness of the mome
"Marian!" I shouted, entering her house. "Marian..." I shouted, angry, entering her house. I could feel my frustration building up as I called out her name. "Marian," I called again.And she came with a smile on her face as if she had been expecting me. "Good to see you again." She greeted me warmly, completely oblivious to my anger. "What did you do today?" I asked, trying to maintain a calm tone despite my growing irritation. I couldn't help but wonder how she could be so cheerful while I was seething inside. "I don't know what you're talking about." She acted innocently, feigning ignorance. Her nonchalant response only fueled my frustration further. I took a deep breath, trying to compose myself before confronting her about the issue that had been bothering me all day. "It is the last time I am telling you to stay away from my family." "I've had enough of your meddling, and I won't tolerate it any longer," I said firmly, my voice trembling with a mix of anger and desperation. The we
I smiled, staring at the present I prepared for Brandon, imagining the joy on his face when he opened it. The thought of his excitement filled me with anticipation for the upcoming celebration. "I just hope he likes it," I thought to myself, feeling a mix of nervousness and excitement. As I carefully wrapped the present, I couldn't help but wonder if it would live up to his expectations and make his day truly special. "Mom..." Marline called from the other room, interrupting my thoughts. I quickly set the present aside and went to see what she needed, hoping it wasn't anything urgent that would distract me from my preparations for Brandon's birthday."What happened?" I asked, concerned. Marline looked up at me with a worried expression and said, "I accidentally spilled juice all over my new dress." My heart sank as I realized that this unexpected mishap would require immediate attention, potentially derailing my plans for the celebration. "No worries," I reassured Marline, trying t
"Jane... I am sorry, but I cheated on you. My heart sank as his words pierced through me. I don't trust my ears, as I struggled to comprehend what he had just confessed. I don't believe his words, desperately hoping that this was all a terrible misunderstanding. A lie that he would take back as soon as he saw the pain it caused me. "What do you mean?" I managed to choke out, my voice trembling with a mix of disbelief and anguish. My mind raced, desperately searching for any signs that this was just a cruel joke or a momentary lapse in judgment. Brandon sighed, looking at me with a pained expression, his eyes filled with remorse. "I'm so sorry," he whispered, his voice barely audible. "I never meant to hurt you like this." The weight of his words hung heavily in the air, leaving me feeling shattered and unsure of what to do next. "Brandon....," I managed to choke out, my voice trembling with a mix of disbelief and anguish. My mind raced, desperately searching for any signs that thi
"Happy birthday." The kids shouted as soon as we entered the hall. Balloons and streamers adorned the walls, creating a festive atmosphere. The excitement in the air was palpable as they eagerly awaited the start of the celebration. I tried to plaster a smile on my face, even though it hurt a little. It was difficult to hide the pain I felt inside after the conversation with Brandon. He had cheated on me, and I couldn't shake off the feeling of betrayal. But seeing the joy on the kids' faces reminded me that today was about them, not my personal struggles. I took a deep breath, determined to put on a brave face and make this birthday celebration memorable for them. "Dad, happy birthday!" Marlene exclaimed, her eyes sparkling with excitement. I couldn't help but feel a surge of love and pride at that moment. Despite my own heartache, I knew that being present for my children was the most important thing I could do. As we gathered around the table, I made a silent promise to myself to