Amelia's POV"Tell me about your dream family," I requested, a shy smile gracing my lips.Eddie's gaze turned dreamy, his eyes fixed on a point somewhere beyond the trees. "Two kids," he mused, "a boy and a girl. Maybe even a pair of rambunctious golden retrievers thrown into the mix."My heart skipped a beat. "A boy and a girl?" I echoed, surprise laced with a tremor of delight."Yeah," he said, turning to look at me, his gaze locking onto mine. "A little girl with your laugh and your eyes, and a boy with your mischievous spirit and your artistic talent.""Cooking is not an artistic talent," I said, mumbling."It is, Amelia. Especially your cooking," he replied, staring intensely into my eyes.A blush crept up my cheeks as I held his gaze. The future stretched before us, an uncharted map waiting to be explored. We'd talked for hours that day, weaving intricate dreams of a life together - a cozy house filled with laughter, a backyard teeming with playful children, holidays spent surro

Eddie's POVAfter leaving Chloe with Amelia, I walked out of the house and met my driver, Mr John waiting outside for me. He looked tired and distressed, appearing even more so when he saw me. As he approached me, I wondered what was wrong. John's normally stoic demeanor was etched with worry lines that deepened as he reached me. He cleared his throat, his voice raspy. "Mr. Edwards," he began, hesitating slightly. "There's been… a situation at home."My gut clenched. Mr. John only lived for two things: his wife, Sarah, and their only child, a little boy named Tommy. Tommy was a late miracle child, arriving after years of Sarah struggling to conceive. He knew how precious and fragile their family unit was."What is it, John?" I asked, my voice losing its usual confident edge."It's Tommy, sir," he croaked. "He's come down with a bad case of the flu. High fever, chills... the doctor says it's hitting him harder than usual."My heart went out to him. The thought of a small child battlin

Amelia's POVNot long after Chloe woke from her nap, I put on the television and played a Disney movie for her to watch. My slight headache had turned into a full blown migraine and I could barely keep my head up. The afternoon light filtering through the window seemed to throb with each pulse in my head. My playful baking session with Chloe, the whirlwind of emotions I'd battled with Eddie, and the late-night call with Mom – it all felt like a distant memory now, lost in the haze of a feverish fog. The initial headache that had lingered after the conversation with Eddie had morphed into a full-blown migraine, a vicious ice pick stabbing at my temple with each movement.The Disney movie played on a loop, a vibrant blur of colors that did little to penetrate the throbbing pain in my head. Every cough felt like a knife twisting in my chest, and even Chloe's bubbly laughter grated on my raw nerves. I forced a smile, but my body ached with a deep, bone-chilling fatigue.Putting on a brav

Blair’s POVWe continued talking and then he asked for my name.“I’m Blair and you?” I asked.“James,” he replied to me curtly.“Wow, it was nice meeting you James and thanks for listening to me tonight, it really means a lot to me,” I said to him.“It’s my pleasure, Blair,” he replied to me.“And you look so good by the way,” he added.And then he surprised me with a compliment. I thought to myself that it could be a sign that he was interested in getting to know me better.I flirted back, complimenting his looks as well. “Ohhh, well you are not looking bad as well, handsome James,” I replied to him with a smile. He only nodded his head and continued sipping his drink. I also focused on my drink as well and just then, things got a bit out of hand. I started feeling the effects of the alcohol - feeling tipsy. James, looking out for you, told me to slow down on the drinking but that wasn't the best idea though, because instead of listening, I decided to keep going and even finished the

Blair's POVThrowing the covers off, I fumbled for my clothes, scattered haphazardly across the floor. My dress, thankfully, was salvageable. I threw it on, wincing at the sharp sting in my ankle from the forgotten blister heel I'd insisted on wearing.Just as I reached the bedroom door, the sound of clattering dishes reached my ears. My stomach lurched. He was awake.Taking a deep breath, I crept towards the door, hoping to slip out unnoticed. But the aroma of frying bacon and freshly brewed coffee wafted through the air, stopping me dead in my tracks. My stomach, traitorously empty after a night of liquid courage, rumbled loudly.The sound seemed to echo through the quiet apartment. I winced, bracing myself for the inevitable confrontation."There you are," a cheerful voice boomed from the kitchen. "Sleeping beauty has finally awakened."I peeked through the doorway, my cheeks burning. James stood by the counter, a spatula in hand, a playful smile on his face. He was dressed in a si