KEISHAAfter leaving my son with Mama, who had fallen asleep in her arms, we approached the address provided by Kuya Kevin with hesitation. The gathering of numerous people outside hinted at the doctor's wide circle of patients. With nervousness creeping in, we entered the premises, immediately drawing attention, including from the doctor's family standing nearby.A man, likely in his forties, approached us, his eyes swollen with grief for his late wife, the doctor. "Are you one of my husband's patients?" he inquired."Yes, I was under his care," I replied softly, feeling a wave of sympathy for the grieving family."Please, come in. I apologize if I don't recognize you. Thank you for your condolences," he said somberly, his sorrow palpable in his voice. In that moment, I couldn't help but feel a mix of emotions. It seemed like fate had teased me with the possibility of finally meeting my son's father, only to reveal that the doctor had already passed away.My heart ached for my son, w

"Can I stay here, even just for tonight?" he asked, his lips inches away from mine, the warmth of his breath sending shivers down my spine. He rested his hands on his muscular chest, and I could feel the dampness of his clothes from the rain. I was at a loss for words, but before I could even process the situation, I found myself responding to his gentle kiss.I followed the movement of his lips, noticing their familiarity. Had we met before? Had we kissed? I couldn't recall our paths crossing, except for the fact that we were adversaries after he criticized my business as being unlucky, despite him being the one bringing misfortune to my coffee shop!He devoured my lips with a hunger and thirst that seemed insatiable, ravishing me completely. The heat radiating from his lips sent a thousand different sensations coursing through my body. His hand found its way to the back of my neck, deepening the kiss as his tongue traced the outline of my lips, seeking more. I parted my lips without

KEISHA"Keisha! Baby Noah!" Their voices brought a smile to my face as I heard them. Some customers glanced over, annoyed by the noise, but their annoyance turned into smiles when they heard Noah's laughter. Here in my shop, they were my family, my support system. Without them, my business wouldn't be as successful as it is.For me, business isn't just about making money. It's about the people who make the business what it is. It's about their hard work and dedication. Without them, my coffee shop would still be struggling. But now, they help me succeed, so I'm happy to return the favor."Wow, my godson is so handsome!""He takes after me!" They laughed, and one of my lively employees, Josh, chimed in. He was one of my closest friends."Oh, Josh, keep dreaming! You're nowhere near as handsome as Noah!""Come on, if I'm not handsome, why did Karyll like me?" They bantered back and forth in the office, excited to catch up with each other. Only a few remained outside."Enough of that. Ma

KEISHAI glanced at Kuya Kevin with a frown as we were eating, wondering why he suddenly dropped his utensils with a furrowed brow. Even Mama and Noah paused in their eating."What's wrong, uncle?""Your mama is my problem, look at her, smiling so widely her lips might tear. What's going on? Why are you smiling at your food like a fool?" I rolled my eyes at Kuya's words. Seriously, they were even meddling in how I smiled now."Why, Kuya, is it wrong to be happy?" I couldn't help but smile, feeling like my day was complete."Mama, uncle is right, you look creepy," even Mama chuckled slightly. It felt like I was going crazy, smiling like this, what was the problem? But I couldn't stop the smile from spreading across my lips."Let her be, Kuya, Mama's just happy. Go on, continue eating," my mom said"Grandma, are you coming with us for a stroll?" I paused in my eating at Noah's question to Mama. Seriously, why did he have to ask that now?"Where are you going? And who's coming with you

"K-Keisha," I froze as I heard that voice, dropping my phone abruptly. I couldn't afford to make a mistake! I recognized that voice too well, and I couldn't forget it! The realization hit me like a tidal wave as I heard her voice – she was one of the nurses from my time in the hospital, a person who undoubtedly knew about my connection to Dr. Danice Perez. The thought struck me like a bolt of lightning: did she know about my search for the father of my child? The mere possibility sent shivers down my spine, igniting a surge of anxiety that threatened to overwhelm me. I couldn't shake off the feeling of unease. What if this woman knew more than she let on? What if she had insights or information that could jeopardize everything? The very idea sent my mind into a whirlwind of fearful scenarios. What if the man I was seeking had his own reasons for searching, reasons that could tear my child away from me? The thought alone was enough to make my heart race with panic. No. I couldn't al