LOGINDaniel’s POVI didn’t go home.I drove.No destination.Just moving.Because if I went straight back, I knew Lina would ask questions.And I didn’t have answers yet.Maya’s voice kept replaying in my head.“The records don’t line up.”I tapped my fingers lightly on the steering wheel.It could be nothing.Hospitals make mistakes.Files get mixed up.But Maya didn’t sound unsure.She sounded certain.And that was the problem.I pulled over after a while and picked up my phone.Opened Lina’s chat.Typed.Stopped.Deleted it.Because what was I supposed to say?Hey, are you hiding something from me?That wouldn’t go well.My phone rang.Maya.Of course.I stared at it for a second.Then picked up.“What now?” I said.“Wow,” she replied. “No hello?”“No patience.”“Clearly.”“What do you want?” I asked.“To talk.”“We just did.”“No, you listened. That’s different.”I leaned back in my seat.“Make it quick.”“It’s not quick.”“Then make it shorter.”She exhaled. “Daniel.”“What?”“Somethi
Lina’s POVDaniel was still asleep when I woke up.I didn’t wanna wake him.I just got up quietly, went to the kitchen, and poured myself a glass of water.My phone buzzed on the counter.Maya.Maya: Are you awake?Me: Yes.Maya: Good. I need to see you.Me: About?Maya: Just come to the hospital.I stared at the message for a second.Me: Is Clara okay?Maya: She’s fine. Just come.That was all.No explanation.Typical.Daniel walked into the kitchen a few minutes later, hair slightly messy, still waking up.“You’re up early,” he said.“Couldn’t sleep,” I replied.He nodded. Opened the fridge. Closed it again.“Coffee?” he asked.“Yes.”He started making it without saying anything else.I leaned against the counter.“Maya wants me at the hospital,” I said.He glanced at me briefly. “Everything okay?”“She said Clara’s fine.”“Then it’s probably Maya being Maya.”“Probably.”He handed me a cup.“Want me to come with you?” he asked.“No. It’s fine.”“You sure?”“Yes.”He nodded. Didn’t
Daniel POV I waited for her reply like an idiot. My phone buzzed finally. Lina: Coffee? Me: Yeah. Meet at the usual place? Lina: Sure. 10? Me: Perfect. I stared at the screen for a second before putting my phone down. Wasn’t anxious or happy. Just… waiting. For 10 a.m. to come faster than it ever had. I got there early. Sat at our corner table. She walked in five minutes later, hands in her coat pockets, hair tied back, eyes scanning the room. She spotted me, raised a hand, smiled faintly. “Hey,” I said. “Hey,” she replied. No theatrics. No over-the-top smile. Just human, normal. We sat across from each other. Coffee arrived. She stirred hers slowly. I did the same. Silence. “So,” I said finally. “Coffee’s still your favorite, huh?” “Always. Beats tea.” “True.” Pause. Small smile. “Did you sleep at all last night?” I asked. “Like a baby,” she said flatly. Not really, but she wasn’t asking me to worry. I nodded. Another pause. “I…” I started. Stop
Lina’s POVMaya didn’t call before coming.The knock on the door was sharp.I already knew it was her before I opened it.When I did, she was standing there with her arms folded, her expression unreadable.“You didn’t text,” I said.“I didn’t need to.”She walked in without waiting to be invited.That alone told me enough.Maya wasn’t here for a normal visit.I closed the door slowly and turned to face her.She stood in the middle of the living room, looking around briefly like she was taking in the space.Then her eyes landed on me again.“So it’s true,” she said.There was no greeting.No buildup.Just that.I didn’t pretend not to understand.“Yes.”Her jaw tightened slightly.“And you were never going to say anything?”“I was going to tell him.”“When?” she asked immediately.“When it was the right time.”Maya let out a quiet, humorless laugh.“The right time?”I didn’t respond.She shook her head.“You really thought there was a ‘right time’ for something like that?”“I thought—”
Lina’s POVDaniel said he needed a few days.I told him to take the time he needed.That conversation had happened the night before through short text messages that looked calm on the surface but carried more weight than anything we had ever said to each other.Now the house felt dull and unfamiliar.Not empty exactly. His things were still everywhere. His jacket still hung near the door. His shoes were still beside the hallway wall. His coffee mug was still on the kitchen counter from the morning before everything fell apart.But the person who belonged to those things wasn’t here.And the house felt different because of it.I moved slowly through the living room, straightening things that didn’t need to be straightened. A cushion on the couch. A magazine on the table. The remote that had been sitting exactly where Daniel usually left it.Just little movements.My phone was on the table beside me.I had checked it more times than I could count.Daniel hadn’t sent another message afte
Daniel’s POVI didn’t realize how far I had driven until the city lights started thinning out.The road stretched ahead of me in long empty lines, the kind you only see when you leave the center of the city behind. Buildings turned into smaller houses, houses turned into stretches of dark road, and the noise of traffic slowly faded.But none of it made my mind quieter.Lina’s voice kept replaying in my head.I didn’t tell you because you would have tried to stop me.My grip tightened on the steering wheel.Of course I would have tried to stop her.That was the point.She had made a decision that involved both of us.A decision about our child.And she had done it alone.I pressed harder on the gas without realizing it. The car surged forward, the engine humming louder.The baby.I hadn’t even had time to understand the pregnancy before everything had fallen apart.One moment we were talking about doctor appointments and planning how to rearrange the spare room.The next moment I was s
The next morning didn’t feel magical.It felt exposed.I woke up before my alarm, stared at the ceiling for a few seconds, and lifted my hand slightly to look at the ring again. In the quiet of my room, it felt heavier than it had the night before.Not physically.Mentally.Last night had been cont
The morning came slower than usual, the way some mornings do when your mind is already racing before your feet hit the floor. I lay in bed for a long while, letting the sunlight spill softly through the curtains, watching the dust particles dance in the air. My hand rested on my stomach, feeling th
The morning was quieter than I expected. Not the kind of quiet that’s comforting, but the kind that makes you notice everything — the soft creak of the stairs, the faint hum of the kettle in the kitchen, the distant chatter of the house staff moving about like shadows.I sat on the edge of my bed f
The next thing that changed was subtle. Daniel started using the word “when” instead of “if.” “When we fix a date.” “When we speak to the pastor.” “When you move.” It wasn’t pressure. But it was direction. And direction can feel heavy when your feet are still adjusting. One evening, we were







