Mag-log inEmilia Blanche, 25 years old. Worked as a Quality Engineer in GoKaria Technology Inc. One day, she was given a celebratory gift and a three-day vacation and went to the place she planned to go during her college days. She never knew her alcohol meter so she decided to drink until she could. Upon returning to her rented room in a hotel, she felt dizzy but still could remember her room number which is 809 but she entered room 806. Many things happened and she discovered that she was six weeks pregnant. Will she be able to know who her child’s father is? How will she be able to handle her situation? What will her parent's reaction be?
view more**Later That Day** By the time the last visitor left, the room finally exhaled. Silence drifted back in, soft and familiar. The sunlight had shifted into a warm afternoon glow, filtering through the curtains and landing right on the cribs, where Amilia and Eden slept peacefully. Emilia leaned back against her pillows, completely spent but content. Her hair was messy again, her lips dry, but her eyes had that unmistakable sparkle — the kind that said I’m tired, but my heart’s full. Aiden was crouched near the cribs, his hand resting lightly on the edge. He’d barely spoken for the last few minutes, just… watching. “You’re staring again,” Emilia said softly, her voice half teasing. “Can you blame me?” he murmured without looking up. “I’m just making sure they’re real.” “They are,” she said. “And they’re definitely yours. I checked.” He finally glanced up, one corner of his mouth lifting. “You sure? Maybe I should do a DNA test, just in case.” “Try it,” she said, arching
Emilia scowled. “This is so unfair! I carried them for nine months, and they don’t even look like me! This is an injustice!” The room erupted in laughter. Rachel and Lilianna were utterly amused by Emilia’s outburst, remembering their own experiences as new mothers. Rachel stepped forward and tapped Aiden’s shoulder. “I had the same reaction when you and your brother were born,” she said, smiling fondly. “I wanted at least one baby who looked like me, but your dad’s genes were just too strong. Thankfully, Tamara takes after me, so I’m content. Now, Mia, give me more grandchildren—maybe one of them will finally look like you.” Lilianna laughed at Rachel’s teasing advice. “Mia,” she said warmly, “I was just grateful you had a mix of your dad’s and my features when I first saw you. Though I’ll admit—I did wish you looked a bit more like me. We could’ve passed for twins.” The room filled with chatter and laughter before slowly quieting down when it was time for Emilia to
After that night—when Riel ended up staying over at Bea’s house after she got drunk at the company dinner—they parted ways with awkward goodbyes and exchanged contact information, promising to keep things professional. And they did. At least, that’s what they told themselves. They continued to act as usual in the office—bickering whenever the chance presented itself, pretending nothing had changed. But beneath that façade, something had shifted. Since that night, both Bea and Riel had grown strangely aware of each other’s presence. Their playful arguments dwindled, replaced by subtle glances and quieter moments. Perhaps it was because they now talked privately over chat whenever they had time—small conversations that slowly bridged the distance between them. Each message revealed a sliver more of who they really were, and before long, they began finding each other… less annoying. The change didn’t go unnoticed. Their coworkers, long accustomed to the fiery exchanges between
Weeks had passed, and Emilia’s due date was fast approaching. She was pacing slowly around the living room, one hand supporting her back while the other rested gently on her belly. Aiden sat on the couch nearby, skimming through documents. Ever since he found out about her pregnancy, he had rarely left her side. He monitored everything—her diet, her rest, even how long she was allowed to use her phone. Eventually, she was banned from using it altogether unless someone called her directly. Emilia's parents were already in the States. They had stepped out for a short walk, and though Emilia longed to go with them, Aiden wouldn’t let her out of his sight. Then, it happened. She stopped in her tracks, her eyes widening. Her water had broken. Frozen in shock, she turned to look at Aiden. His face drained of color the moment he realized what was happening. Without a word, he jumped to his feet, grabbed his phone, and called the driver. "Aunt Mei! Get the emergency bag!" he barked, e












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