JasonIt has been days since Kiera talked to me after her dad's funeral. I know that she is hurt. Losing a parent is never easy for anyone. And who knows that better than I do? But seeing Kiera all so lost and mourning for days feels like a curse on my existence. She doesn't talk to anyone except Aria; she keeps her door closed in her room, always locked. She even stopped sharing the same bed with me. I don't know why she is doing all these things and what she would be doing with her father's death, but is it my fault? Then why is she punishing me by separating herself from me? And more than that, what worries me is her leukemia and the baby that is growing inside her belly. I feel helpless and unsure of how to support her during this difficult time.I would lie if I said I was not happy when the doctor said Kiera was pregnant, but that happiness only lasted for a minute or so, and then, like a bomb, the news of her cancer crushed my heart into pieces. After all these years of losing
Kiera"I am sorry for not understanding you enough and for leaving you alone." I heard Jason speak; his voice sounded heavy, as if he were crying. I could sense the pain in his words, and I regret the distance that has been between us.Tears started streaming from my hearing his words. I know Jason loves me so much and cares about me a lot, and I realize now how much I have hurt him by keeping him away from me.But with so much going on in my life, my mind was a mess, and I didn't realize how much it was affecting our relationship. Why is everything happening to me all at once? Don't I deserve to be happy for once in my life?"I am sorry." Jason's voice broke my chain of thoughts. As I felt Jason caressing my hair, I felt him move away from me. Without giving in to any thoughts or doubts, I reached out and held his hand tightly, stopping him from walking away."Don't you fucking dare to walk away now?" I said, pulling his body to me and wrapping my arms around him tight, with my head
Kiera"I will never ask anything from you, not even your love, but please abort the child." Jason's words keep echoing in my mind, pleading with me to make a decision that I never thought I would have to face.I put my hand on my belly and felt a surge of conflicting emotions, unsure of what to do next. The weight of this choice feels heavier with each passing moment, leaving me torn between my own desires and the wishes of the man I once loved.I am pregnant with my and Jason's child, but Jason keeps telling me to abort the child, but I can't do this. No matter what, I want to give this child a chance at life, despite the difficult circumstances."Dad, do you also think that I should abort the baby?" I asked, staring at him with tears in my eyes."Dad, I need your guidance now more than ever," I whispered, hoping for some clarity in this overwhelming situation. But I know he can't answer the question for me.I stare at his grave, feeling lost and alone, wishing he were still here to
JasonA week has passed since Kiera opened up her heart to me, revealing her deepest fears and insecurities. I tried to give her space, but it didn't work out as she continued to distance herself from me. So when we finally opened up to each other, I was relieved to see her walls coming down.But she is scared for herself, for our child growing inside her belly, and for the future of our family. I would be lying if I said I was sad, depressed, or helpless, as I couldn't do anything to protect her from harm; I couldn't protect my baby or my wife from the uncertainties of life.I am caught in a tug of war where there is nothing but a loss for me. The weight of these fears and uncertainties is heavy, and I know that I can't win this game of life. In order to protect one life, I have to sacrifice the other, and that is a burden I never imagined I would have to bear.I sighed, my head hanging from frustration and guilt as I grappled with the impossible choices ahead of me. The weight of gu
JasonMy heart raced as I pushed the ignition button on my car, determined to get to her side as quickly as possible. The thought of Kiera in pain was unbearable, and I knew I needed to be there for her no matter what."Daddy, what happened to mommy?" I tried to keep my voice steady. I didn't scare my daughter. She was only six years old, and I didn't want to alarm her with the news of her mother's accident."Aria, everything is fine; Daddy has some work to do, but we'll go see Mommy soon," I reassured her, trying to keep my own fear in check. "Why don't you spend some time with your Uncle Kevin today? I'm sure he'd love to play with you." Aria's face lit up at the mention of her uncle, and I felt a wave of relief, knowing she would be distracted and happy in his company.I called Kevin, as he was in the office, and asked if he could spend the day with Aria. He happily agreed, and I felt grateful for his willingness to help out during this difficult time. These past few days, Kevin ha
JasonMy heart dropped as I saw her face, with my legs turned to jelly beneath me. As I crumbled on the ground, I saw the woman who was lying lifeless before me."Kiera..." I cried out in disbelief, feeling a wave of relief wash over me. The nurse placed a comforting hand on my shoulder, offering her condolences as tears streamed down my face. "She's not my wife," I managed to choke out between sobs, feeling a mix of emotions flood through me. The nurse nodded in understanding, giving me a moment to process the overwhelming relief and confusion that consumed me.I leaned back on the wall, breathing rapidly as tears didn't seem to stop, trying to make sense of the situation before me."Kiera…" I whispered, feeling a glimmer of hope amidst the chaos. "She is not here; does that mean she is alive?" I asked the nurse, my voice trembling with uncertainty.The nurse hesitated before gently replying, "I'm sorry, but we don't have any information on Kiera's whereabouts at the moment." I felt
KieraI scan the space that was once my home, feeling a sense of nostalgia wash over me as I remember the memories that were made within those walls.I have ten years of life in these places, each corner holding a different story or emotion that shaped who I am today.I saw my mother die here; her last breath was taken in the very room I stand in now. The walls may hold memories, but they also hold pain and loss that I carry with me every day.This is the place where I mend my relations with my father and where I learned to forgive and let go of the past. I have nine months to carry my baby in this home, feeling her grow and kick inside me as I prepare for motherhood.The walls witnessed my tears of joy and fear when I first brought my baby here and introduced her to the place that holds so much history for me. This is the same home where she was kidnapped by a stranger. I never felt so helpless and terrified in my life, but the day I lost Aria, I felt like losing a piece of myself. T
JasonI parked my car, standing by the front door of the house that I hate so much. The thought of having to go inside filled me with dread, but I knew I had no choice because my Kiera is here, waiting for me.This house is her home, and I needed to be there for her, no matter how uncomfortable it made me feel.I rang the doorbell, hoping for Kiera to open the door as I wrapped my arms around her in a tight hug. Whatever happens today, I will not be at peace until I see her face and feel her warmth.I waited anxiously for her to answer, my heart pounding with anticipation. But the door remained closed, and a sinking feeling of worry began to creep in."Kiera…," I knocked on the door, calling out her name softly, hoping she would hear me and come to the door. The silence that followed only deepened my concern, as I wondered what could be keeping her from answering.I tried calling her landline since her phone was with me, but there was no answer. Panic began to set in as I frantically