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Tarzan was already waiting in front of my parents’ villa, phone pressed to his ear. I hadn’t checked mine, but it was obvious he’d been trying to reach me. The moment his eyes landed on me, the smile faded. “What’s wrong, baby?” I forced a smile. “Nothing.” “Lena?" I sighed. “Why do you always know when something’s wrong?” “Because I’m your man.” He said it plainly, then turned to my mother, who had been watching us inside silence. “Rosa, please tell me what’s wrong with her.” “Lena, you should be honest with your man,” Mom said, and walked off, leaving us alone. He stepped closer. “Tell me, please. You don't look happy." I looked down at my hands. “I took a pregnancy test. It was negative.” He didn’t speak right away. I could feel his eyes on me, patient, waiting. “I was hoping all that lovemaking…” A hollow laugh slipped out. “I don’t know.” “And you were disappointed.” He said softly. I nodded, still not meeting his eyes. “And now I’m worried.” “About what?
"Tarzan wanted a baby so much if I can't one then why am I with him? I don't want him to live his life trying to bear this with me. Maybe I should break up with him." "Stop talking nonsense, what kind of stupid statement was that? Break up with him?," she said, her voice leaving no room for an argument. "You love Tarzan I know you do, so why would you break up with him?" "I can't have a baby." "I said you can! Enough with that self loathing you are doing. We'll figure everything out together. Tests will be done, and I assure you, you will have a baby again. You will carry your baby in your arms, look at their face, and feed them with your breasts just like your mother did. You are going to be a mother and you will have a child with the man you love because you deserve it. You deserve all the happiness in this world." I looked at her, my eyes searching hers for any sign of doubt. "You really believe I'll have another baby,Mom?" "Of course! You will. I am sure of it." H
I nodded slowly. "I know." Mom's brow furrowed in confusion. "You know?" "I just got my period." Her expression softened instantly, replaced by an understanding one. "You did?" I nodded. For a moment, neither of us spoke. I should have felt relieved. At least I wasn't pregnant. That meant I didn't have to spend the next nine months worrying that the tattoo ink was harming my baby. But instead of relief, something inside me sank. A heavy disappointment settled in my chest. I looked down at my hands, unable to meet her gaze. "I guess that means the tattoo won't affect a baby," I said, my voice flat. "So, there's nothing to worry about anymore." Mom remained silent. "Lena." I looked up, fighting to keep my face neutral. "Yes?" My voice broke as my lips began to tremble. "You are not the only one feeling a little disappointed..even though I hoped for this result." A tear I couldn't hold back traced a path down my cheek. I smiled weakly and brushed it away. "
We finally arrived at the private clinic. The moment we stepped into the waiting area, a sudden silence fell over the room. The staff—from the receptionist to the passing nurses—all were tensed up by our presence. "There's no cause for alarm," Mom announced to the room in reassuring voice. "We just decided to come in today instead of the usual home service." The receptionist walked to us and inquired about our visit. Afterwards,a nurse led us into a cozy private room. The walls were a soft, calming blue, but they did nothing to soothe the knot tightening in my stomach. I sat on the examination bed, while Mom took the chair beside me. My fingers were intertwined so tightly in my lap. I couldn't stop staring at the door, my heart lurching with every little sound from the hallway—a footstep, a muffled voice, a cart rolling by. "Relax, Lena," Mom's voice cuts into the storm of my anxiety. "You're going to be fine." I let out a short, awkward laugh. "I know." But I didn't feel
"Didn't you say you two were saving?" I asked. "Saving isn't about the money. It's about the event." He replied. I groaned. "You know what...., I think we should be on our way to the clinic already. Mom?" "Oh, that's right." She started to pull away, but Dad caught her wrist. "Can I come along?" Dad asked. Mom kissed him. "Next time, my love. Today, Lena is the only one coming with me," Mom replied. Dad nodded. I looked back at Tarzan. "I'll be right back, babe." He smiled back. "I'll be waiting." As I turned toward the door, my heart resumed its nervous pounding. What if I was pregnant and Tarzan found out? What if the tattoo had caused an infection that could somehow hurt our baby? And then he would look at me with a heartbroken expression and say, I told you so. I swallowed hard. No. I didn't want to think about that. I followed Mom outside as we both headed toward the private clinic. She kept chatting about how she and Dad had reacted when the scan revealed
I sighed and looked up.Mom and Dad were still on whatever they were doing."I still can't believe you're having triplets and didn't throw a huge gender-reveal party," I said, trying to bring us back to safer ground. "I think my little siblings deserve a huge celebration."Mom opened her eyes and looked at me."You're right., sweetie.""We both talked about it, but we later changed our minds," Dad replied."Why?" I asked, glancing between them."We're saving for the best celebration ever. But it won't be for the triplets... it'll be for our first baby.""First baby?" I asked, curious.Mom smiled."Yes."They were both looking at me now in that parental way that made me shy all of a sudden.I glanced at Tarzan, desperate for some kind of anchor.He shook his head, a soft smile playing on his lips, and walked over to me.His hand found my waist."Babe," he said gently, "they're talking about you."Oh."Me," I breathed. "That's right. I'm the first baby.""We'll have to celebrate you fir
The message I sent to my husband Mitch was left unanswered. Just like the ones I sent days ago… weeks ago. He had stopped replying to my texts. I scrolled through the one-sided conversation, my heart tightening at how pathetic it looked. Suddenly, a message popped up. Hoping it was his reply, I
MITCH'S POV I was staring at the TV replaying highlights of the match we’d lost 3-1 with bottles on the table in front of me. I cracked open another one, trying to flush down the frustration inside my chest. My childhood friend Jake walked in from the kitchen, towel over his shoulder, and rai
I forced myself up and walked back into the bedroom Mitch and I had shared for three years of our marriage. I hadn’t slept in that bed for over two years now. Not since I left it. Every morning, he used to wake me up to complain about my snoring. I apologized. Then… I started staying awake
I met Mitch fifteen years ago at a coffee shop. I was sixteen, working as a store assistant and trying to look like I had my life together. I still remember what I wore that day. A faded white sundress scattered with tiny yellow flowers. Sandals laced around my ankles. Mitch was standing in







