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Anita leaned against the kitchen counter with her phone pressed between her shoulder and ear, pacing slowly across her small apartment. Evening sunlight filtered through the blinds, casting long golden stripes across the floor.
“Jackson, it’s only two weeks,” she said, laughing softly. “You’re acting like we’re getting married tomorrow.” On the other end of the call, Jackson chuckled. “Two weeks is still too long. You know I want you here already.” Anita rolled her eyes but smiled. Jackson had been like this since they made the decision. After months of dating, they had both agreed she would move into his place for a year before he left for an eighteen-month overseas work contract. It made sense. They would spend as much time together as possible before the distance separated them. Anita had already planned everything. Her apartment was small but comfortable, and she had already finalized a deal with someone who would take over the lease. Everything was moving forward smoothly. A fresh start. Two years ago she had ended things with her ex after three years together. She wanted freedom—freedom to meet new people, talk to other men, and explore life without feeling tied down. They hadn’t ended on terrible terms though. Surprisingly, they had remained friends. Her family still knew him well. On birthdays or holidays they still exchanged messages. It was simple. No drama. No complications. Just two people who had once loved each other moving on. Jackson’s voice pulled her back. “So what are you doing tonight?” he asked. “I was thinking of grabbing dinner somewhere nearby,” Anita replied. “Nothing special.” Before Jackson could respond, a sudden knock sounded at the door. Anita frowned. “Hold on, someone’s at my door.” Another knock followed, louder this time. “Probably the neighbor again,” she said in a low voice. She walked toward the door, still holding the phone. “Jackson, let me check who it is. I’ll call you right back.” “Alright. Don’t take forever,” he teased. Anita smiled and ended the call. She unlocked the door and pulled it open. Then froze. Standing outside was Grace. Her younger sister. Grace looked exhausted. Her hair was messy, her eyes tired, and two travel bags rested on the floor beside her. Anita blinked in confusion. “Grace?” Grace gave a weak smile. “Hey, sis.” Anita looked at the bags again. “You didn’t tell me you were coming.” Grace shrugged lightly, though her expression looked weak. “Yeah… it was kind of last minute.” Anita studied her for another second but quickly brushed the concern aside. Her sister had always been spontaneous. She stepped aside and pulled Grace into a hug. “Well, come in. What are you doing standing outside?” Grace stepped inside slowly, dragging her bags behind her. Anita grabbed her phone again. “Jackson, I’ll call you back much later,” she said quickly, sending a short message before slipping the phone into her pocket. She turned back to Grace. “You’re lucky you caught me before I left,” Anita said with a playful smile. “I was just about to go out for dinner. If you came ten minutes later you’d be waiting outside all evening.” Grace forced a small laugh. “Well… good timing then.” “Perfect timing,” Anita replied. She grabbed her purse and keys. “Come on. You look like you need real food.” Dinner The restaurant was small but lively. Music played softly in the background while people talked and laughed at nearby tables. But Anita quickly noticed something strange. Grace was eating extremely fast. Too fast. She shoveled spoonful after spoonful into her mouth as if she hadn’t eaten in days. Anita watched her for a moment, amused. “Grace, slow down,” she said, smiling. “No one’s going to steal your food.” Grace paused for a moment but didn’t respond. Anita laughed lightly. “What, did you forget how to eat like a normal human being?” Grace suddenly looked up. Her expression had changed. Serious. Nervous. Then she said quietly: “I’m pregnant.” For a moment Anita didn’t react. Her brain refused to process the words. Then— “WHAT?!” Her voice exploded across the restaurant. Several people turned to look at their table. But Anita didn’t care. Her eyes were wide with disbelief. Grace lowered her head slightly, focusing on the food on her plate while chewing the last bite slowly. Anita leaned forward. “What do you mean you’re pregnant?” she demanded. “And what did you say about running away from home?” Grace swallowed hard. “My boyfriend,” she said softly. “What about him?” “He’s the father.” Anita stared at her. “And where is this wonderful boyfriend now?” Grace’s fingers tightened around her fork. “When I told him… he stopped answering my calls.” Anita scoffed immediately. “Of course he did.” “I went to his apartment,” Grace continued quietly. “They told me he traveled.” “And you believed that?” Anita snapped. “I tried calling his number again,” Grace said. “But it won’t connect anymore.” Anita leaned back in her chair and shook her head in disbelief. “He blocked you,” she said bluntly. “That idiot blocked you.” Grace said nothing. Anita ran a hand through her hair, frustration rising quickly. “You’re twenty-two, Grace,” she said sharply. “Twenty-two and pregnant with no plan.” Then she asked the obvious question. “What did mom and dad say?” Grace’s voice trembled. “They kicked me out.” Silence fell between them. Anita stared at her sister in disbelief. “You’re serious?” Grace nodded slowly. Tears began forming in her eyes. “I have nowhere else to go,” she whispered. “I only have you.” Anita blinked. “Only me?” She let out a frustrated laugh. “Grace, listen to me carefully,” Anita said, leaning forward again. “I’m moving in with my boyfriend next weekend.” Grace looked up. “My apartment is already taken,” Anita continued. “I signed the agreement. Someone else is moving in here.” Grace’s tears finally spilled down her cheeks. “So what am I supposed to do?” Anita opened her mouth… then stopped. She didn’t know. She was angry. Confused. And suddenly responsible for a problem she never expected. Later That Night Back at the apartment, the tension was heavy. Grace sat on the couch crying softly, her shoulders shaking. Anita stood near the window, arms folded across her chest. Her mind raced. Her sister had nowhere to go. But Anita also couldn’t destroy her own plans. She had already promised Jackson. Everything was arranged. Everything was settled. And yet… Grace’s quiet sobs filled the room. Anita closed her eyes, realizing one thing. She needed to find a solution. And fast.The clock read 11:48 PM.Grace woke suddenly, clutching her stomach. Waves of sharp pain cut through her lower abdomen, making her gasp. She hadn’t felt anything like this before. Panic welled up instantly.Johnny, who had been asleep in the living room, heard her cry out.“Grace?” His voice carried a mix of alarm and calm authority. “What’s wrong?”“I… I think something’s wrong with the baby!” Grace managed to whisper, tears forming in her eyes.Johnny was immediately on his feet. His calm exterior melted into action. “Stay calm. Breathe. I’m taking you to the hospital right now.”Grace shook her head weakly. “It’s… it’s late. I don’t want to bother anyone.”Johnny grabbed his coat and gently supported her as she stood. “Bother anyone? Grace, this isn’t about anyone else. This is about you and the baby. Come on.”Within minutes, they were in Johnny’s car, the engine roaring to life. Grace’s face was pale, her grip tightening around Johnny’s arm.The Call to AnitaAs he drove, Johnny
Grace stared at herself in the mirror one last time. Her dress was soft and flowing, cinched at the waist to hide as much of her baby bump as possible. Yet, even with the loose fabric, she knew it would still be noticeable.She tried to smooth the skirt and tugged at her hair nervously. Her reflection looked back at her with wide, uncertain eyes.“I just… don’t want to embarrass him,” she whispered to herself. Her fingers hovered over her stomach. “He’s done so much for me already… and now this…”The thought of showing Johnny her growing bump made her cheeks burn. Would he see it as a reminder of her complicated situation? Or worse… would it make him think less of her?Johnny appeared in the doorway, dressed simply but neatly, with a slight smile on his face.“You ready?” he asked, his voice calm and reassuring.Grace swallowed, trying to steady her voice. “I… I think so.”Johnny stepped closer. “You look beautiful, Grace. Really.”Her cheeks warmed at the compliment. “I just… I don’t
For a long moment after the kiss, neither Johnny nor Grace moved.The house was quiet.Too quiet.Grace could still feel the warmth of Johnny’s lips lingering on hers, and her heart was beating so loudly she wondered if he could hear it.Johnny slowly stepped back first.Not because he wanted to.But because he knew if he didn’t, they might not stop.He ran a hand through his hair and gave a small breathless laugh.“Well… that happened.”Grace felt her cheeks warm.She lowered her gaze, suddenly shy.“Yes,” she said softly.Johnny studied her face carefully.“You’re not panicking.”Grace looked up again.“Should I be?”Johnny shrugged lightly.“Most people would probably be freaking out right now.”Grace thought about it for a moment.Strangely, she didn’t feel panic.She felt calm.Relieved even.“I think,” she said slowly, “I’ve been waiting for that longer than I realized.”Johnny’s eyebrows lifted slightly.“That honest, huh?”Grace smiled faintly.“I told you yesterday that thing
Morning light slowly crept through the curtains of the living room.The soft golden rays stretched across the floor, climbing slowly onto the couch where Grace was sleeping.She stirred slightly.For a moment she didn’t remember where she was.Then she felt the warmth beside her.Grace’s eyes opened slowly.Her head was resting on something firm.She blinked.Johnny.Her head was resting against Johnny’s shoulder.Grace froze.Memories of the night before rushed back instantly.The conversation.The tension.The confession that they both felt something.Her heart began racing.Johnny was still asleep, leaning back against the couch, his head tilted slightly to the side.Grace carefully lifted her head, trying not to wake him.But Johnny stirred anyway.His eyes opened slowly.For a brief second neither of them spoke.Then Johnny looked down at her.“Morning.”Grace quickly sat up, brushing her hair behind her ear.“Morning.”There was a moment of awkward silence.Johnny stretched slig
The silence in the living room stretched longer than either of them expected.Grace could hear her own heartbeat.Johnny was standing so close now that she could feel the warmth coming from him. The dim light from the lamp near the couch cast soft shadows across his face, making his expression harder to read.His hand had just brushed her hair aside.It was such a small gesture.But it felt like everything had changed.Grace swallowed.Neither of them moved.Neither of them spoke.Outside, a car passed slowly along the street, its headlights briefly illuminating the room before disappearing again into the night.Grace finally found her voice.“Johnny…”Her voice came out softer than she intended.Johnny’s eyes stayed locked on hers.“Yeah?”Grace hesitated.For the past few weeks she had tried to ignore the growing feelings inside her. She had told herself that it was only gratitude. That Johnny was simply someone who had helped her when no one else would.But tonight—after the trip,
Anita drove faster than she normally would.The anger in her chest refused to settle, and the image of Grace standing inside Johnny’s house replayed over and over in her mind. The way Johnny had stood there so calmly. The way Grace had said no without hesitation.Her grip tightened around the steering wheel.“How did things get this messy?” she muttered to herself.The city lights blurred past as she turned into the quiet neighborhood where Jackson lived. Normally, coming here helped calm her down. Jackson had always been the stable one in her life—predictable, supportive, patient.Tonight she wasn’t sure how patient he would be.She parked outside his house and sat there for a moment, staring at the steering wheel.Then she sighed and stepped out of the car.Jackson NoticesJackson opened the door before she even knocked.He had clearly been expecting her.“You’re late,” he said, stepping aside so she could enter.Anita walked in without answering.Jackson closed the door behind her







