LOGIN[ NANCY’S POV] Five Years LaterThe warm morning sun streamed through the large glass windows of the mansion’s living room, lighting up the toys scattered across the soft rug. The house was no longer the quiet, empty fortress it used to be. It was alive, noisy, and filled with the beautiful sound of a child’s laughter echoing through the hallways."Daddy, look! I’m flying!"Five-year-old Maxwell giggled loudly as Dave lifted him high into the air, spinning him around the spacious room. Maxwell had grown into a healthy, energetic, and highly intelligent little boy. He had a head full of thick, dark hair, and just like Maria had insisted on the day he was born, he carried my exact bright eyes and expressive face. But whenever he smiled, showing off a pair of cute dimples, he looked just like his father."Higher, Daddy! Higher!" Maxwell cheered, his small hands gripping Dave’s strong shoulders."Alright, Captain, but only for one more minute before breakfast," Dave laughed, his voice
[ NANCY’S POV]The days at the hospital passed by slowly, giving my body the time it needed to heal and regain its strength. Finally, the morning came when the doctor walked into my room with a bright smile and told me the words I had been waiting to hear: it was time for me to be discharged.A nurse brought a wheelchair to my bedside, and I carefully sat down, holding my beautiful baby boy tightly in my arms. He was wrapped in a cozy blue blanket, fast asleep. Dave was right beside us, carrying the heavy bags of baby clothes, blankets, and diapers we had gathered.Before we could leave, we had to stop by the front desk. I watched as Dave signed all the necessary discharge papers at the hospital reception. His hand was steady, but I could see a huge sense of relief on his face as he capped the pen and thanked the medical staff. He settled every single bill without even looking at the price. He just wanted us safe and out of that hospital environment.A few minutes later, we were all
[ NANCY’S POV]The door opened a bit wider, and Dave stepped into the room.He looked completely worn out, like he had aged ten years in just one night. His shirt was still heavily wrinkled from when I was holding onto him in the ambulance, and his face was pale and covered in sweat. But his eyes were filled with so much deep emotion and regret when he looked at me. He walked closer with slow steps, looking back and forth between me and the baby cot."The doctor said I could come in for just a minute," Dave said quietly, his voice rough and shaking. He stepped up to the other side of my bed, looking down at the baby boy who was sleeping soundly. He swallowed hard, and I could see his hands trembling by his sides."Nancy... I am so sorry for everything," he whispered, looking at me with tears in his eyes.He took a step closer, his knees shaking so much it looked like he was about to fall to the floor. He slowly reached out and touched the edge of my blanket, his eyes full of pure pa
[ NANCY’S POV]The ambulance finally screeched to a hard stop outside the hospital building. The back doors were thrown open with a loud bang, and the cold night air rushed inside, hitting my sweaty face. The paramedics quickly pulled my stretcher out, wheeling me fast through the bright, blinding lights of the emergency entrance.Everything was moving way too fast, and the panic inside my chest was suffocating me. I was rushed quickly to the labour room, the wheels of the stretcher clicking loudly against the tiled floor.The hospital hallway was already a busy, loud place, full of normal emergency room chaos. But the moment my stretcher rolled in, a doctor and three nurses immediately rushed out to meet me because my case was so bad. They started running alongside my bed as they wheeled me into the room, shouting out medical words I couldn't even understand.The loud noises of the hallway, the bright ceiling lights moving fast above me, and the panic of the medical team made my he
[ NANCY’S POV]My head felt so heavy, like a huge stone was pressing down on my brain. Slowly, I opened my eyes, but everything was blurry and spinning around. I tried to clear my vision, and that was when the shock hit me, and I realized what was happening.I met myself in one strange building, sitting in one wooden chair. They didn't tie me up at all. My hands and legs were completely free, probably because they knew I was pregnant and thought I wouldn't be able to run away anywhere.I instantly placed both of my hands over my stomach, my heart jumping into my throat. My baby, I thought, my whole body starting to shake. I rubbed my belly quickly, trying to feel if my baby was still okay. Tears started pouring down my face. "Please, God, protect my baby," I whispered into the quiet room, my voice cracking with fear.I looked around the space to see where I was. The room was dark, cold, and dusty. There were no windows, just one old rusty door across from me. It looked like an aband
[ MARIA'S POV ]I sat by the table, trying my best to keep Nancy busy. I could see how stressed she was, so I kept gisting about random things just to make her laugh and keep her mind off everything. On the outside, everything looked fine, but inside, I was watching over my friend closely.Then, I noticed Dave sitting across the hall. He just kept staring and staring at Nancy without looking away even once. It was making me very uncomfortable, and I knew Nancy could feel his eyes on her too.I leaned in close and whispered, "Nancy, why is Dave staring at you like that? He hasn't stopped since he walked in."Nancy looked down at her hands and shook her head. "I don't know," she whispered back, sounding totally tired and scared.We tried to continue our conversation, but Dave’s heavy gaze was just too much. Finally, Nancy couldn't take it anymore. She looked directly at his side, hissed out loud to show her deep annoyance, and stood up from the table. She told me she was going to the r







