ログインLuna’s POVThe house was quiet, the kind of silence that made every creak in the floorboards feel amplified. I had spent the morning cleaning, trying to distract myself from the gnawing anxiety I’d been feeling all week. But no amount of sweeping or organizing could erase the flutter in my stomach, the unshakable feeling that something was about to change—something big.I closed my eyes for a moment, pressing a hand to my lower belly. It had been subtle at first—nausea, slight fatigue—but now it was undeniable. I was pregnant. My heart raced as I imagined telling Jaden, picturing his reaction. His smile, the way his eyes crinkled when he laughed… I wanted him to know first. I wanted him to be the one to share this moment with me.I turned toward the kitchen, trying to find him, when I heard the faint sound of his voice. I froze. He was on the phone, pacing near the living room, voice low and tense.“…I just don’t know what to do,” Jaden said, his tone strained. “If something happens…
Laura’s POVThe morning sun barely pierced the blinds, casting thin lines of light across the sterile hospital room. I sat in the chair opposite Elina’s bed, still exhausted from the night’s tension, but unable to leave. Richard hadn’t slept, and his eyes were red-rimmed, dark circles shadowing his face. He hadn’t moved from his spot beside her since dawn, his hand still gently holding hers.“She’s awake,” I whispered, breaking the silence.Richard didn’t look up immediately. His jaw was tight, lips pressed together, eyes fixed on Elina. Then, slowly, he nodded. “I see that. Thank God.” His voice was hoarse, raw. “I can’t believe she’s here… she’s really here.”I watched him carefully. Every subtle movement, every whispered word to Elina, carried the weight of years lost. It wasn’t just about tonight—it was about decades of absence, mistakes, and regrets. The tension in the room wasn’t just fear of outside threats; it was the weight of history pressing down on them both.Suddenly, the
Laura’s POVThe hospital room was heavy with silence, broken only by the faint beeping of the monitors and the occasional rustle of a nurse in the corridor. I sat near Elina’s bed, watching her sleep, her small chest rising and falling, fragile yet steady. Richard stayed crouched beside her, his hand still holding hers, his eyes never leaving her face. The tension around him was palpable, every muscle taut, every breath measured.“I can’t leave her,” he whispered suddenly, almost to himself. “Not now. Not ever.”“You don’t have to,” I said softly. “You’re here. That’s what matters.”He shook his head slightly, as if trying to shake away years of guilt. “I failed her, Laura. I wasn’t there when she needed me most. And now—now it’s my fault she got hurt again.”“No,” I said, placing a hand lightly on his shoulder. “This isn’t about blame. Right now, it’s about her. You’re here. That’s what counts.”He swallowed, voice low and rough. “I should have been there sooner. I should have seen t
Laura’s POV Elina’s breathing was shallow, her small chest rising and falling beneath the thin hospital gown. I held her hand, careful not to squeeze too hard. The monitors beeped steadily, but the sound felt deafening in the silence. Richard hovered nearby, hands shoved deep into his pockets, jaw tight. His eyes kept darting between Elina and me, conflicted, haunted. “She’s awake,” I whispered. Richard’s voice cracked slightly. “She… she is?” I nodded, forcing a calm I didn’t feel. “She knows you’re here. That’s enough for now.” He took a step closer, his movements hesitant, unsure. “Laura… she’s my daughter.” The words were almost a whisper, as if saying them aloud made them real. “Yes,” I said softly. “But right now, she needs stability. That’s what she needs from you.” Richard’s hands clenched at his sides, and for a moment, he seemed frozen. “I—” His voice broke. “I failed her.” “No,” I said firmly, shaking my head. “You didn’t. You’re here now. That counts for something.
Laura’s POV The moment Richard’s lips brushed mine, everything inside me froze. It wasn’t passion—it was panic. Reality hit hard, clearing the fog that had been blinding me for weeks. What was I doing? I stepped back immediately, breathing hard. “Richard, no. This isn’t right,” I said, my voice trembling. “I’m married. I can’t do this to Elijah.” He looked shocked, guilt written across his face. “Laura, I didn’t mean to—” “I know,” I interrupted before he could finish. “But that doesn’t make it okay.” I rubbed my temples, trying to calm the pounding in my chest. “You’re Elijah’s friend, for God’s sake. What just happened can’t happen again.” He lowered his head, his voice rough with regret. “You’re right. I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have crossed that line.” The air between us grew heavy. The garden that had seemed peaceful moments ago now felt suffocating. I wanted to move, to say something that could fix the awkwardness, but before I could, my phone started ringing sharply in m
Laura’s POV I woke to silence and Elijah was away on another business trip, and my little man Prince was at boarding school already, oh gosh, they grow up so fast.. The house felt impossibly empty. I swung my legs over the bed, I felt every sizzling feeling my pussy made. I missed my husband, I was stretching and letting the sheets slip from my dump body after the wet dream I just had. I could still feel his cock thrusting. My thoughts immediately went to Elijah—how he looked into my eyes with thirst, the warmth of his strong hands, the way his eyes lingered on my naked. I shook my head. Stop it, Laura. He’s gone. He is always gone. But the heat in my chest didn’t listen. I moved to the mirror, staring at my reflection. My pulse was racing. But his kisses would satisfy me. My hands moved over my body almost unconsciously, feeling the tension, the ache of wanting someone I couldn’t have right now. My mind drifted, imagining him behind me, his hands on my skin, his voice low in







