MasukBellaTwo weeks had passed since James and I returned home from the hospital, and the reality of caring for three children had settled in like a heavy weight on my shoulders. Alex had gone back to work, leaving me to manage the house, Emily, Amie, and the new baby on my own during the day. I loved them all fiercely, but the exhaustion was relentless. Mornings started early with James’s cries for feeding, Amie demanding attention the moment she woke, and Emily needing help with her holiday assignments. By afternoon, I was already drained, moving through the house like a zombie, trying to keep everything together.This particular afternoon, the house felt especially overwhelming. Emily was upstairs trying to focus on her assignments, but I could hear her occasional sighs of frustration. Amie was napping in her crib, and James was in the nursery, finally asleep after a fussy feeding. I sat on the couch, staring at the pile of laundry I hadn’t managed to fold yet, feeling tears prick my
The day Bella and baby James returned home was a Saturday afternoon filled with golden sunlight and quiet anticipation. The Reed household buzzed with activity as family members gathered to welcome them. Mia had arrived early, helping Margaret arrange balloons and streamers that read “Congratulations Mama” and “Welcome Home Baby James.” Robert carried in a tray of fresh fruit and snacks, while Emily bounced around the living room, unable to contain her excitement. Amie, however, sat quietly in the corner, clutching her favorite blanket, her little face unusually somber.When Alex’s car pulled into the driveway, the family gathered at the door. Bella stepped out carefully, still sore from the C-section, holding James wrapped in a soft blue blanket. Alex supported her with a gentle hand on her back. The moment they entered the house, cheers erupted.“Welcome home!” Mia called, rushing forward for a careful hug.Bella gasped in amazement at the decorations balloons floating near the ceil
Bella The ninth month had felt like an eternity, but the real test came on a quiet Monday morning. I woke up with a sharp contraction that took my breath away. It wasn’t the first one I had felt, but this one was different, stronger, more insistent. A deep, cramping pressure radiated from my lower back through my abdomen, making my muscles tighten involuntarily. I lay there for a moment, hand on my belly, breathing through the wave as Clara had taught me slow inhales through the nose, long exhales through the mouth.Clara, my supportive nurse, had become a constant presence. She was already in the room when the monitor showed the contraction. “It’s starting, Bella,” she said calmly, adjusting the straps around my belly. The cool gel from the monitor was still slightly sticky on my skin. “We’re going to take this one step at a time. Breathe with me.”I nodded, gripping the bed rails as another wave hit. The pain was intense, a burning squeeze that made my vision blur for a second. Swe
The eighth month mark arrived with a quiet solemnity that settled over the Reed family like a heavy blanket. Bella’s doctor had been firm: it was time for her to move into the hospital for continuous monitoring until the baby’s arrival. The high-risk nature of the pregnancy, stemming from the trauma of the accident nearly a year earlier, left no room for chances. Bella was admitted to a private room on the maternity ward, a comfortable space with a large window overlooking the garden, a recliner for visitors, and all the medical equipment needed to keep her and the baby safe.A kind, middle-aged nurse named Nurse Clara became a steady presence in Bella’s days. With her warm smile, gentle demeanor, and years of experience on the ward, Clara quickly became more than just medical staff she was a source of comfort and encouragement. She checked on Bella multiple times a day, adjusting monitors with practiced ease and chatting to keep her spirits up.“You’re doing wonderfully, Bella,” Clar
BELLAThe weeks continued in their peaceful, careful rhythm. I was now deep into my seventh month, the 8th month mark approaching faster than I wanted to admit. Staying home full-time had become my new normal, and while I missed the office some days, the extra time with Emily and Amie felt like a gift I didn’t want to take for granted. Emily’s school holiday made the house lively and full of laughter. She followed me around like a little helper, asking endless questions about the baby, helping (in her own way) with chores, and playing with Amie on the living room floor.Amie, however, had become unusually clingy lately. She wanted to be held constantly, refusing to play on her mat for long and always crawling back to me, wanting to lay on my lap or against my belly. I didn’t mind at all. I would sit on the couch with her curled up on me, her little head resting on my rounded stomach as I stroked her hair. It was as if she could sense the new life inside me and wanted to be close.One
AlexThe days after Bella officially stepped back from work felt like a new chapter for all of us. I watched her closely how she moved a little slower in the mornings, how she rested more with her hand on her growing belly, how her face lit up when the girls were around. She was strong, but I could see the pregnancy weighing on her body. The high-risk label from the doctor stayed in the back of my mind, making me more protective, more present.Mornings had become my favorite time. I woke up before Bella most days, making coffee and breakfast while she slept a little longer. Emily would come downstairs rubbing her eyes, already chatting about her plans for the day. Amie was usually awake by then, babbling in her crib. I loved carrying her downstairs, her little head on my shoulder as I made her special breakfast.“You’re getting so big, princess,” I would whisper to her, kissing her forehead. She was one now, crawling everywhere and pulling herself up on furniture. Watching her grow f
LaurenLauren sat in her car outside Alex’s house, engine off, fingers drumming on the steering wheel. The folder on the passenger seat was thick now hotel receipts, blurred security footage from the coastal resort, a copy of the pregnancy test receipt Bella had tossed in a public trash can near
Emily sat on the edge of the bed in her mother’s apartment, knees drawn up to her chest, staring at the pink stuffed rabbit she had brought with her. The room was of a nice softer color than her dad’s house, with fairy lights strung along the wall and a big window overlooking the city. But it didn
ALEXOne minute I was at the office, the next I was in the hospital. I was sitting at my desk rethinking Bella’s sudden exit as I rode down the elevator, coming to a stop at the ground floor. I noticed a group of employees gathered over someone on the floor.At a closer look, I realised it was Bel
ROBERT Robert Harper had built his life on certainty.Certainty in business. Certainty in people. Certainty in the choices he made and the relationships he trusted.It was how he had gotten this far how he had built a company from nothing, how he had raised his children, how he had kept his world







