MasukHi loves, what do you think about this chapter. Marcus is having suspicions now. How do you think he'll react to all this information? Well, let's move to next chapter to find out. Happy reading
In the secluded bridal room, Ava stood still, near the door, her breathing harsh, a mix of fear and hope warring in her heart. Daniel remained quietly by her side, affording her time as Riley looked on with concern.“You don't have to make yourself do it,” Riley whispered.Ava checked her shivering hands.“What if I'm wrong again?” she whispered.Gently, Daniel touched her shoulder.“After pain, love is always scary,” he said carefully, “Ava.”
The morning sun was streaming through the window, casting a gentle glow over the small bridal room where Ava sat, quietly gazing at herself in the mirror as Riley delicately touched the simple white dress behind her.The atmosphere of the room was calm.No loud music.No crowd.No chaos.Silence and anxious breathing.“Again, you think too much,” Riley said softly.Ava grumbled out a sligh
The nurses and visitors looked at Patricia's angry voice that reverberated across the hospital hallway.“Where is she?!” Patricia shouted again. “Where is Ava?!”Fear and exhaustion crashed down over Ava as she sat beside the NICU window.Marcus immediately stepped closer to her.It's not something you have to deal with now," he quietly said.But before Ava could answer, Patricia appeared around the corner.Her gaze went straight to Ava.
The sun was just beginning to pierce the light filtering through the hospital window as Ava sat quietly on the bed, gazing at the ring on her finger for the hundredth time. This was still not real to me.She was still looking at her hand when Marcus walked back into the room with two cups of coffee.By the end of the sentence, he had a small smile on his face as if to say, “You're back, you're back.”Ava looked up.“Doing what?”“Looks shocked,” replied Marcus.
The loud alarms continued to echo throughout the NICU, and their hearts beat painfully as they stood beside the glass, tears streaming down their faces, and both Marcus and Ava clutching onto each other as they watched helplessly as the doctors worked hard to stabilise their little son.“Come on, baby,” Ava whispered desperately. “Come on, come on…”In the room, the nurses moved around swiftly, manipulating tubes and monitoring machines, as the doctor looked at the monitor closely.One nurse said his oxygen level is “improving somewhat.Immediately, the doctor replied, “Keep going.&
A sharp sound that could be heard from the monitor, both loud and fast, and inside the NICU, the doctors and nurses raced around the tiny baby, faces serious as they concentrated on the falling numbers.“Oxygen levels are rapidly decreasing,” said one nurse urgently.The doctor promptly replied, "Adjust the support. “Now.”Ava stood still outside the glass, her hands clutched tight to it, her eyes never leaving her baby's, her breathing shivering like an ocean wave that she cannot control, terror creeping up inside her.What are they doing?” she shrieked, her voice shaking.
Patricia did not simply request Ava to sit. She basically commanded her to sit.“Sit!” Patricia hissed, in front of the dining table, and crossed her arms. She was not patient enough to talk.Ava obeyed as she lowered herself into the chair. She was aware that such a conversation would not be amusi
Elena had timed it very well. Ava was in the kitchen, and she was stirring a cup of tea very slowly in time, and her motions were calm and slow. There was a silence in the house, and it was the sort of silence which seemed fragile, like a paper which a single word could splinter. Elena intervened
Elena waited until the place was very quiet in the house before she slipped into Lydia's position. It was all soft and a bit revealing of the windows, through the afternoon sun. When Elena sat down opposite Lydia on the couch, he was scrolling through her phone, and she was looking cool with rampan
It was very quiet in the backyard that late in the afternoon; it was heavy rather than chilly. Marcus went out to have his air and jacket on his arm, still mixed up in all the stuff he had overheard and seen over the last few days.He paused as he caught a glimpse of someone close to the old garden







