The call came on a Tuesday morning while I was half-asleep, trying to get comfortable with a pillow between my knees. Thomas had taken Sam to school and I'd finally drifted off when my phone rang.Detective Rivera's name flashed on the screen."Hello?""Daniela, I hope I'm not waking you.""No, it's fine." I struggled to sit up against the headboard. "What's going on?""We need to talk. Can I come over?"Something in her voice made my stomach tighten. "Is everything okay? Did something happen with the case?""I'd rather discuss this in person. Are you available this morning?"I looked at the clock. Thomas wouldn't be back for an hour. "Sure. I'll be here.""Good. I'm bringing someone with me."She hung up before I could ask who.An hour later, I heard Thomas's key in the door, followed by Rivera's voice and another woman's voice I didn't recognize. I'd managed to get dressed and make it downstairs to the living room, even though I was supposed to stay in bed."Daniela," Rivera said as
Coming home from the hospital felt like stepping into a different life. Thomas had spent the two days I was there rearranging everything, and I could see the changes the moment I walked through the door."Careful on the stairs," he said, hovering behind me as I made my way up to our bedroom. "Dr. James said—""I know what he said." I was trying not to be irritated by his constant worry, but two days of bed rest in a hospital bed had left me feeling like a fragile piece of glass everyone was afraid to touch.Sam bounded ahead of us, then stopped at the top of the stairs. "can I show her now?""Show me what?"Thomas's face went slightly red. "I may have done some reorganizing while you were gone."He led me past our bedroom to the spare room at the end of the hall. The room that had been serving as Thomas's home office and a catch-all for Sam's outgrown toys. He opened the door, and I froze.The room was completely transformed. The walls, which had been a boring beige, were now painted
The pain started at three in the morning.I'd been having what I thought were Braxton Hicks contractions for the past week, but this was different. This was the kind of pain that made me grip the sheets and hold my breath until it passed. When it happened again ten minutes later, I knew."Thomas." I shook his shoulder gently, not wanting to panic him. "Thomas, wake up."He was alert immediately, the way he'd been since I'd been put on bed rest. "What's wrong?""I think we need to go to the hospital."The next hour was a blur of Thomas throwing clothes into a bag while calling Janet to come to stay with Sam, me timing contractions that were getting closer together, and trying not to think about what this meant at twenty-four weeks."Mom?" Sam appeared in our doorway, rubbing his eyes. "What's happening?""The baby's trying to come a little early," I said, forcing my voice to stay calm. "We're going to see the doctors so they can tell the baby it's not time yet."Sam's face crumpled. "I
I'm propped up in bed with my laptop, trying to focus on quarterly reports when my phone rings. Detective Rivera's name flashes on the screen, and my stomach immediately knots."Hello?""Daniela, it's Detective Rivera. How are you feeling?""I'm okay. On bed rest, but okay." I close the laptop and give him my full attention. He doesn't call unless it's important. "What's going on?""I need to update you on the investigation into Alex's business dealings. Can you talk?""Yes." I sit up straighter, ignoring the doctor's orders for a moment. "Did you find something?""We found a lot of things. More than we initially expected."There's something in his tone that makes my pulse quicken. "What kind of things?""Daniela, your ex-husband was involved in a much larger operation than we realized. Money laundering, tax evasion, securities fraud. We're talking about a network that spans multiple states and involves several high-profile individuals."I feel dizzy suddenly, and it has nothing to do
"Sign here, and here, and initial there," the clerk says, sliding the marriage certificate across the counter.Thomas takes the pen first, signing his name with a flourish that makes me smile despite my nervousness. When he hands me the pen, our fingers brush and he squeezes my hand gently."You sure about this?" I whisper."Never been more sure of anything in my life."I sign Daniela Reyes-Reid in careful letters, officially becoming Mrs. Thomas Reid. It's strange how something so simple can feel so monumental."Congratulations," the clerk says, stamping our certificate. "You're officially married.""That's it?" I ask."That's it."We walk out of the courthouse hand in hand, legally married with no fanfare, no photographer, no white dress. Just us and a piece of paper that says we belong to each other."How do you feel, Mrs. Reid?" Thomas asks as we get into the car."Terrified. Happy. Married." I laugh. "It's weird that we're married now.""Good weird or bad weird?""Good weird. Goo
It’s been a week since we moved houses into a bigger one and also 2 weeks since I found out I was pregnant. And also to weeks since I got back to the office.I'm staring at the ultrasound photo taped to my bathroom mirror when the panic hits. Eight weeks along, the doctor said. Everything looks perfect, she said. But all I can see is how tiny and fragile everything is in that black-and-white image."Daniela?" Thomas calls from downstairs. "You okay up there?"I splash cold water on my face and try to get my breathing under control. "Fine! Just getting ready!"But I'm not fine. I haven't been fine since we left Dr. James's office three days ago with our first official baby picture and a due date circled in red on the calendar.I should be happy. I am happy. But I'm also terrified in a way that makes my chest tight and my hands shake.Downstairs, Sam is eating cereal and swinging his legs under the table."Can we tell people about the baby today?" he asks for the third time this week."