تسجيل الدخولAlexThe morning had felt so ordinary.I helped Emily into the car, buckling her seatbelt while she chattered nonstop about her science project and how she was going to show Bella her new drawing after school. Her excitement was infectious, and for a moment, everything felt right with the world. Bella was safe at home, resting before her prenatal massage. The twins were growing strong. We were building the life I had once thought was lost to me forever.“Tell mummy Bella I love her and that I love the twins already,” Emily said as I pulled out of the driveway.“I will, kiddo,” I replied, glancing at her in the rearview mirror with a smile. “She’ll be happy to hear that. How’s the project going? You said something about volcanoes yesterday?”Emily’s eyes lit up. “Yes! We’re making a model volcano that actually erupts with baking soda and vinegar. I told my group that the twins are going to love dinosaurs when they’re born, so maybe we can make a dinosaur volcano next time. Do you thin
BellaThe next morning had started so peacefully.I stood in the kitchen sipping my herbal tea while Alex flipped pancakes at the stove. Emily was at the dining table, swinging her legs and chattering excitedly about a science project she was working on at school. The twins were active inside me, their little kicks and rolls a constant, reassuring presence. I rubbed my belly absently, smiling as one of them gave a particularly strong push.“Careful there,” Alex said, glancing over his shoulder with that loving smile that still made my heart flutter. “Don’t wear Mommy out before breakfast.”Emily giggled. “They’re probably hungry too. Can I feel them after I finish my pancakes?”“Of course, sweetheart,” I replied, walking over to kiss the top of her head. “They always wake up more when they hear your voice.”Alex plated the pancakes and brought them to the table, leaning down to kiss me softly on the lips. “Drive safe to the massage. Text me when you get there and when you’re done.”“I
BellaI couldn’t shake the feeling, no matter how hard I tried.Even now, lying in the soft glow of our bedroom with the twins doing their slow, gentle rolls inside me, that persistent prickling sensation lingered at the back of my neck. Like invisible eyes watching from just beyond the window. Like something was waiting, patient and unseen. The unease from earlier today the strange cancelled appointment, the café incident that still made my skin crawl had settled deep into my bones. I kept telling myself it was pregnancy paranoia. Hormones. Stress from missing my father. But the fear felt too real tonight.It was almost as if my body was preparing for a battle, an inevitable battle that I couldn’t see. And honestly I was exhausted, so tired of feeling this way and looking over my shoulders. Alex stepped out of the bathroom, freshly showered, wearing only gray sweatpants that hung low on his hips. His eyes softened the moment they landed on me.“You’re worrying again,” he said gentl
Bella I stood at the kitchen window, staring out at the backyard where the late afternoon sun painted everything in soft gold. My hand rested on the large, tight curve of my belly, feeling the twins move in their slow, lazy way. At nearly seven months, everything felt heavier my body, my emotions, the weight of memories I couldn’t quite set down.The family dinner from a few nights ago still sat heavy in my chest.I kept replaying it in my mind: walking into the house I grew up in, the familiar smell of Mom’s cooking, Ethan’s warm hug, the laughter that filled the dining room for a while. For a few precious hours, it almost felt like old times. But the empty chair at the head of the table had been impossible to ignore. Dad had been home. I knew he was. Mom had confirmed it. He had simply chosen to stay locked in his office rather than sit across from me.The memory of standing outside that closed door, whispering like a little girl, begging him to open it… it still made my throat ti
AlexTwo days had passed since the family dinner at Bella’s parents’ house, and the weight of it still lingered in our home like a shadow that refused to lift.I watched her from the doorway of the living room. Bella was curled up on the couch with a book in her lap, but she hadn’t turned a page in the last ten minutes. Her hand rested absently on her rounded belly, but her eyes were distant, lost somewhere far away. She had been like this since that night quiet, moody, and trying so hard to pretend she was fine. Every time I asked, she gave me the same soft smile and said, “I’m okay, Alex. Really.”But she wasn’t.I could see it in the way her shoulders slumped when she thought no one was looking. In the way she stared at her phone, hoping for a message from her father that never came. In the way she held Emily a little tighter at bedtime, as if afraid that love could be taken away just as easily.As a father myself to a little girl who worshipped the ground I walked on I understood
BellaI was sitting on the couch with my feet propped up when my phone buzzed. I picked it up absently, expecting a message from Alex or maybe Mia checking in. Instead, it was a text from my mom.Sweetheart, I’d love for you, Alex, and Emily to come for a little family dinner tonight. Nothing fancy. Just us. 7 pm? I miss you terribly.I stared at the screen, shocked. My heart started beating faster. It had been months since I’d stepped foot in my childhood home. Since the day my father had looked me in the eyes and said I was no longer his daughter. Even though I spoke with Mom regularly on the phone, the house itself had become this forbidden, painful place I avoided thinking about too much.I read the message again, feeling a swirl of emotions excitement, nervousness, hope, and a deep ache. My hand moved automatically to rest on my very pregnant belly, where the twins were doing their usual afternoon movements.“Mom invited us home,” I whispered to them. “All of us.”A mix of joy an
BELLA I almost canceled on Ryan three times.Each time my thumb hovered over the message, I remembered Alex’s cold eyes and those sharp words from yesterday. Go have fun forgetting about the old guy. The memory still burned, so I forced myself to get ready instead.I chose a simple cream sweater a
ALEXThe gym was almost empty at 10 p.m., just the clank of weights and the low hum of treadmills.I needed to punish my body tonight. Needed something physical to drown out the noise in my head.I started with the heavy bag. Left hook, right cross, over and over until my knuckles burned inside the
BELLAThe clock on my screen read 12:47 a.m.The entire floor was dark except for the small pool of light around our two desks. Everyone else had gone home hours ago, but the Thompson revisions still weren’t finished. Alex and I had been here since morning, running on caffeine and sheer willpower.
BELLA I didn’t go to work the next day.I woke up at seven, stared at my alarm until it stopped screaming, then rolled over and pulled the covers over my head. My phone buzzed on the nightstand probably Dad wondering where I was, or Alex checking if I was okay. I didn’t look. I couldn’t.The reje







