LOGINI knew it was coming before she even said a word. There are things you just feel. Like pressure in the air before a storm breaks. Like silence right before everything shifts. That night, the house was unusually quiet. Too quiet. Amethyst had been restless for hours. I noticed it even when she tried to hide it. She kept changing positions in bed, breathing slightly uneven, her hand almost permanently resting on her stomach. I didn’t sleep. I never really did anymore. Not fully. Not when she was this close. She shifted again beside me. And this time, I was already sitting up before she could even speak. “What is it?” I asked immediately. She didn’t answer right away. Her brows were slightly furrowed. Then she exhaled slowly. “I think…” she paused, pressing her hand firmer against her stomach. “I think it’s starting.” Everything in me stopped. Not physically. But internally. Like the world had suddenly narrowed into one single point. “What do you mean starting?” He
Ezekiel POV Something about time stopped feeling real after everything changed. Days blended into weeks, and weeks blurred into months, until I stopped counting them individually and started measuring everything by one constant thing. Amethyst. Her presence in my life had become the only stable point in a world that never paused for anything. The pregnancy had changed her but not in the way I initially expected. She wasn’t weaker. She wasn’t fragile. If anything, she became more aware of herself, more grounded in the life she was carrying. And I noticed everything. The way she would wake up slightly slower in the mornings now, one hand almost always resting on her stomach as if instinctively protecting what was inside. The way she would breathe deeper when she was tired but still refused to stop moving completely. The way her eyes would soften whenever she felt the baby move. I used to think control was about power. About strategy. About staying ahead of everything. Bu
The house was quiet that morning. Too quiet. Not the kind of silence that felt peaceful… but the kind that made you aware of every small sound your breathing, your heartbeat, even the faint ticking of the clock somewhere in the hallway. I shifted slightly in bed, pressing a hand against my stomach. It had been months. Months since everything changed. Months since I found out I was carrying a life inside me. And yet… every morning still felt new. Unfamiliar. Real. A soft breath escaped my lips as I slowly sat up. The sunlight filtered through the curtains, casting a warm glow across the room but it did little to ease the heaviness in my body. The dizziness came first. Then the nausea. I closed my eyes briefly, steadying myself. “Amethyst.” His voice. Low. Alert. I didn’t even hear him wake up. I turned slightly. Ezekiel was already sitting up beside me, his eyes locked on me with that same intensity he always had but now, there was something else layered beneath it.
The house was quiet that morning.Too quiet.Not the kind of silence that felt peaceful… but the kind that made you aware of every small sound your breathing, your heartbeat, even the faint ticking of the clock somewhere in the hallway.I shifted slightly in bed, pressing a hand against my stomach.It had been months.Months since everything changed.Months since I found out I was carrying a life inside me.And yet… every morning still felt new.Unfamiliar.Real.A soft breath escaped my lips as I slowly sat up. The sunlight filtered through the curtains, casting a warm glow across the room but it did little to ease the heaviness in my body.The dizziness came first.Then the nausea.I closed my eyes briefly, steadying myself.“Amethyst.”His voice.Low.Alert.I didn’t even hear him wake up.I turned slightly.Ezekiel was already sitting up beside me, his eyes locked on me with that same intensity he always had but now, there was something else layered beneath it.Concern.Sharp. Imm
Months had flown by so quickly that it almost felt unreal. The city lights blurred past the car windows as we drove back from the airport. After our honeymoon, I thought life would slowly ease into its new rhythm, but Ezekiel had other plans plans I hadn’t even begun to anticipate. The car slowed to a stop, and I blinked at the gates that loomed before us. They were tall, imposing, and pristine, as though guarding something precious within. “Where are we?” I asked, curiosity laced with a nervous excitement. Ezekiel’s gaze didn’t waver from the road. “Home,” he said simply. I frowned slightly. “Home? You mean… our home?” “Yes,” he replied, voice low, deliberate, and possessive. “I wanted to surprise you.” I stepped out of the car and froze. Beyond the gates, a sprawling modern house stood bathed in the late afternoon sun. Its glass walls reflected the sky, and the gardens were impeccably manicured, every shrub and flower arranged with an almost obsessive care. I felt my chest
The morning sunlight spilled into the villa, warming the room in gentle gold. I stirred slowly, half-asleep, feeling the familiar weight of Ezekiel’s body against mine. His arm was draped possessively across my waist, and his breathing was steady, calm an anchor I had grown used to over these past days. I could feel him before I even opened my eyes. The subtle tension in his posture, the slight curl of his fingers around me, the way his leg brushed mine under the blanket. Ezekiel was always aware, always alert, even in moments that seemed soft and quiet. “Morning,” I whispered, my voice thick with sleep. “Morning,” he replied, voice low, deep, brushing against my ear. His lips grazed my temple. “Sleep well?” I nodded, closing my eyes again for a brief moment, savoring the warmth. “Mm… yes.” He didn’t let go. Not immediately. Not until I shifted slightly, turning to face him. His gaze caught mine, dark and unyielding, and I felt that familiar stir of both fear and desire. Posses
Alexander’s POV Her scent… the heat of her skin… the way her fingers clung to me tight, trembling, desperate every bit of it poured gasoline on the fire already burning in my veins. Every touch from her told me how much she needed this, how much she needed me. She slid her hand to the back of m
Alexander’s POV I didn’t leave the hospital. I waited for a long time I lost track of minutes or hours just sitting in the hallway, my hands clasped together, staring at the door of the observation room. Every sound around me the footsteps of the nurses, the quiet conversations at the recepti
Alexander’s POV SA OSPITAL Nang makarating kami, halos tumakbo ako palabas ng kotse. Binuhat ko siya palabas, ramdam ko ang lamig ng kamay niya at ang hirap ng paghinga niya. Nagsisigaw ako ng tulong bago pa ako makapasok sa ER. “Help! Please—she’s not responding properly! She’s shaking ple
Alexander’s POV 8:30 PM — BGC, Makati. Sa tuktok ng isang high-end rooftop bar ginaganap ang event ng isa sa mga kumpanya ko. Magagara ang ilaw, mamahalin ang alak, at bawat sulok ng venue ay punô ng mga taong may pangalan negosyante, investors, socialites lahat sanay magdikta ng kwento at direk







