Chapter 2

When I opened my eyes again, I soon realized that something was off about my body.

I was floating in mid-air as if I were some sort of spirit.

I found myself in some sort of house, but I couldn't recognize any part of it.

Did I… die?

Where was Andrew? If I died, then he…

"That's amazing, darling! You really got pregnant!" A slightly familiar male voice interrupted my thoughts.

The front door opened. A man was carefully shielding a woman in his arms.

The man seemed to be the owner of this house.

Also, his voice was quite similar to Andrew's.

"Oh, look at you. You don't look ready to be a dad at all," the woman said.

The man raised his head. As it turned out, he wasn't just similar to Andrew. He was Andrew himself!

But he didn't look quite like Andrew, either.

He looked much more mature than Andrew was, and perhaps calmer and more collected as well.

He said, "I was just overjoyed. Here, have a seat, darling. I'll get you some water."

I descended through the air and hovered before the woman. Her face shocked me.

This woman was me!

But she also didn't look like me…

What was going on?

As I listened in on their conversation, I was finally convinced that this couple was Andrew and me.

However, it was us in the future. Ten years in the future, to be exact.

Judging by the wedding rings they were wearing, Andrew and I had indeed gotten married ten years later.

"Darling, you're pregnant now, so why don't you just rest at home in the future? Working is so tiring, anyway." Andrew's voice interrupted my thoughts.

I looked at the happy expression on future Dawn's face. This was an expression I had never put on before.

She nodded.

But I had objections.

I was firmly against marrying, but I could make an exception if it was Andrew.

However, I couldn't come to terms with having children and giving up on my career!

"Wait, why did you say yes? It's just a baby! Are you really going to stay at home for ten months?" I stood in front of my future self and questioned her in a loud voice. However, no one could hear me.

I could do nothing but watch them act all lovey-dovey with each other.

Andrew said, "Don't worry, darling. I promise I'll give you the best life you can hope for. You're the most precious gift in my life, after all."

Future Andrew felt so unfamiliar to me.

From what I knew, Andrew had been a young man who would blush every time he mentioned the word "love." He couldn't possibly say things like that with such ease.

Was it really possible for people to change so much in ten years?

I had many questions in my mind, but I couldn't stop the events unfolding before me.

Dawn stayed at home, and her job was to prepare breakfast for Andrew every day. Then, she would clean up around the house and watch TV.

It was a life of normalcy, which I despised.

However, she seemed to enjoy it quite a lot.

Her favorite thing to do was to sit on the couch and caress her belly every day.

I kept asking her about my band and if my dreams had come true.

But Dawn couldn't give me an answer.

I couldn't leave this house, so I was forced to stay with her. I was trapped in this cage called "home."

One day, Andrew came home with his mother, Ellen Foster.