It was coming into summer, the weather was becoming a little warmer, and flowers were blooming. Camilla loved roses and carnations, and in her garden, she had a beautiful array of both.
Things between her and Steven had seemingly gotten a lot better. Steven had gone back to working for the accounting firm, but he was on very thin ice. He couldn't afford to falter not one time. One afternoon in March, Camilla was buying a few groceries as she always did, and walking past the fisheries, she suddenly felt ill from the smell of the oil. As she finished getting the groceries and walking back to the bus stop, she felt dizzy. She regained her composure and decided to go and buy a pregnancy test. On arriving at home, Camilla decided to do the test. She wasn't sure if she wanted another child or not as things had been rocky between her and Steven and had only just now, seemingly, started to settle down. As she waited for the result to appear, Steven walked into the house. "Camilla, I'm home," he greeted, "what's for dinner?" Camilla came out of the bathroom, "I'm sorry, I just got in a few minutes ago myself, but dinner won't be long," she responded walking into the kitchen to get the food on. While dinner was on the go, Camilla walked over to her husband, sat down quietly next to him, and said, "Steven, I have some news for you." "What is it?" he asked. "I'm pregnant," she responded, looking into his eyes for a reaction, "I went to buy groceries, and when I went past the fish and chips shop. I had an overwhelming ill feeling come over me. All of a sudden, I started to feel dizzy, so I decided to go and get a pregnancy test," she continued, handing him the positive test result. Steven looked at her in shock, unsure if this was good news or bad news. After much thought, he said, "It's good news." She smiled at him and went to finish off their evening meal. By this time, Marshall was just a little over a year old, a year and a half to be precise. He was walking all over the place, babbling and laughing as he did so. Camilla had such horrible morning sickness for the next few months, something she had never experienced with Marshall. She was also more tired than she was when she was pregnant with her firstborn. Then the problems started all over again with her and Steven. By this time, Marshall was in daycare. One Friday afternoon, Camilla being seven months pregnant, Steven had said he had a client to see, but he would pick her up after work, and they would then pick up Marshall. She informed him that they finished at 4 on a Friday if he could please be on time. Because this pregnancy was a more complicated pregnancy, Camilla didn't get the bus home. She would take the car. However, this particular Friday was different. 4 p.m., came, and Camilla went downstairs to wait for her husband. Camilla was exhausted, her stomach and feet swollen. All she wanted to do was get home and put her feet up and rest. By the time 4:30 p.m. came around, Steven had still not arrived. She sent him a text message. Camilla: Steven, where are you? Steven responds: On my way. Camilla carried on waiting. By the time 5 p.m. came around, Steven was no longer answering her messages or calls. Fortunately, her manager was still in the building and asked her in a husky voice, "You still here?" "My husband isn't answering my calls or messages!" she responded. "Don't worry, I'm going in that direction. It's a little out of the way, but I can take you home and collect your son as well." "I really appreciate it, thank you, Mr Bradshaw," she said calmly. Camilla was very frustrated and angry at that point. On arriving home, Camilla noticed that their car was parked in the driveway. She thanked her manager again, picked up her son, and went into the house. Marshall walked straight to his room to go play with his toys. Camilla walked into the bedroom, and there, lying on the bed, passed out drunk, was Steven. With fury in her eyes, she slammed the door closed and went to the kitchen to make dinner. While dinner was cooking, she ran the bath water, got out Marshall's pyjamas, and settled him into the bath. Camilla was bushed by the time she had finished bathing her son and finishing their evening meal. Just as Camilla settled on their settee to watch the evening news, Steven woke up, "Camilla!" he yelled,"I'm hungry." In an angry but mild tone, she responded, "Your food is in the warmer. You can heat it up." Camilla was not going to deal with him like that and carried on watching the television. Meanwhile, Steven decided to go back to bed. While sleeping, around 2 a.m., Stevens' phone rang. She quickly answered the call, and a female voice came on the line, "Hi there, we're here at the bar around the corner. Can you come fetch us and take us to another bar?" The females laughed. "Excuse me, this is Steven's wife. Do you have no respect for time?" she responded in a firm yet harsh tone. Not waiting for a response, she put the phone down and drifted back off to sleep. The number kept calling a few times, but Camilla just ended the calls. She would deal with this matter in the morning when she is calmer and Steven is sober. An hour later, Steven woke up, put his arms around his wife, and said, "I'm hungry." Quietly, Camilla climbed out of bed, walked to the kitchen, and took him his food. While he was eating, she said, "I don't know where you were yesterday, but I do not accept that you left me waiting for you to pick me up. Fortunately, my manager was still there, and he took me home with Marshall in tow." Steven looked embarrassed and had no answer. His behaviour and lack of consideration for his pregnant wife and their child was unacceptable. A few times, she recalled the words of the stranger. "But why do they affect me so much? Who was that man? Where did he come from?" She had a thousand questions running through her mind since that morning's encounter. She also hadn't mentioned it to Steven because she hadn't thought it was necessary. "After all, he was just being kind, the neighbourly type of concern," she thought.Firstly, I want to take a few moments to thank everyone for their love and support throughout the journey of Camilla Jones and her children Marshall, Meghan and Morgan.I want to say a special thank you to my own children for all the support they have given me over the years. To my mom, our queen of the family, for always being there for me through everything. The strong woman that she is, especially after the passing of my dad. To my sisters, though at times I'm full of it, thank you. In memory of my dad, certain chapters on Uncle Chris were dedicated to my dad who passed away in 2023 from Dementia. He always encouraged my writing and because of him I decided to start writing again. To all those who have been reading and have supported my writing journey, I humbly thank you for your support. Without you, the readers or listeners, my journey would not have been possible. A special "Thank You" goes to Unbroken Bonds group. Wi
The following morning, after having breakfast served in their room, Morgan surprised Annabelle. "After breakfast, get dressed, we're going to the orphanage."Annabelle, feeling nostalgic, had tears in her eyes. It was her home for so many years, but it was also the playground for bullying. "Don't fear anything, my love, I have your back, you are mine. No one will ever harm you again."As they headed to the orphanage, Annabelle's nerves began to get the better of her. "Relax baby girl, I have you," he whispered as they stepped out of the car and walked to the doors of the orphanage.A few familiar faces engulfed Annabelle. "Morning, what may I do for you?" one elderly woman asked. "I'm Annabelle," she responded, "Annabelle Roberts..." she paused, "sorry Hemmingway," she corrected herself quickly, "and this is my husband, Morgan Hemmingway."Another slightly younger lady approached them, "Wait," she said, "Annabelle Rob
Annabelle didn't want a fancy honeymoon. What she did want was a honeymoon in London. She wanted to go back and visit the orphanage that she had grown up in. Though Morgan had wanted to give her the best of the best, he gave her what she wanted.Morgan booked a week at the Landmark London. A five-star hotel with all the amenities.On arriving at the hotel, they were escorted to the Landmark Signature Suite. Comprised of a living room with dining table, master bedroom, and an en-suite.On the table was a bottle of champagne, compliments from management, as well as a bouquet of flowers and a box of chocolates.Entering the luxurious room, Annabelle couldn't help but be in awe. Morgan looked at her surprised expression and cherished how happy she was."Tomorrow we are going to the spa," he whispered, pulling her close into his embrace, "but for now, my beautiful wife, you are mine." His voice was deep, yet velvety.Morgan's eyes bur
As the year began, the hospital was busy. Marshall and Danielle were working long hours to get the hospital moving. It was March of that year, Morgan and Annabelle had been discussing dates for their wedding. The topic of having children had come up. Tears streamed down Annabelle's face as they discussed the possibility of having children. When Annabelle had been shot in the stomach, the bullet had injured her to the point that the doctors said that having children may not be a possibility "I know you want children of your own kitten, but we can adopt," Morgan said tenderly, sympathetic. Though he wanted his own children, it was not more important than having his woman with him. Annabelle meant more to him. "We can go to the orphanage you grew up in and adopt as many as you like.""I can never forgive Sam for what she did to me. She took away from me the one precious joy in life." Annabelle leaned on his chest. Ho
Lloyd and his construction crew had been working tirelessly for months, as they transformed the hospital into a state-of-the-art facility just in time for its grand opening in January and just in time for the winter snowfalls.Meanwhile, across town, the excitement reached another peak as Danielle and Marshall prepared for their long-awaited graduation day. Family and friends had driven up to Oxford, where the campus buzzed with celebration and pride. The auditorium was filled with loved ones eagerly awaiting the ceremony to begin.As the graduates' names were announced, the crowd quieted, listening intently. When the announcer finally declared, "We present to you our ultimate team graduates, Doctors Marshall and Danielle Hemmingway," the auditorium erupted in loud applause. The air filled with cheers, whistles, and joyous shouts of congratulations.Marshall and Danielle stepped forward hand in hand, their faces radiated smiles as their eyes glis
As they stepped out of the reception hall, a gun shot rang out. Everyone ducked for cover. A scream bellowed through the air and a voice said "Die you bitch! Die!" the female voice shrieked, her voice dripping with malice. As the female screamed those words, Morgan looked around for Annabelle who was lying crumpled on the ground. Her beautiful pale green dress, stained crimson. Her hand pressed against her stomach as the blood seeped out. Time stood still. "Annabelle!" Morgan screamed, terror in his voice. Looking for the shooter, he screamed, "find her and hold her.""We have her brother," Meghan and Marshall said, as they shoved Sam to the ground, holding her down till the police arrived. Seconds later he turned his attention to Annabelle who was now being put on the stretcher heading for the hospital. Climbing in the ambulance with Annabelle, he held her hand, fear tugging at his heart. "Hang in there kitten please. Fight baby ple