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SOFIEA sharp, primal pressure built inside me."I need to push now!" I cried, panic threading through my voice.The nurse burst through the door, her movements fast but calm. She checked between my legs with practiced efficiency."Okay, you’re fully dilated. It’s time to start pushing. Dr. Thompson is on her way."I could barely nod. My body had already taken over.Two hours blurred into a haze of pain, sweat, and effort. My fingers crushed Alex’s hand as I bore down, my whole being straining against the pain."I can’t," I gasped, tears streaming down my temples, my hair plastered to my face, every muscle shaking."Yes, you can," Alex said firmly, his voice steady, the only anchor in the room. "You’re the strongest person I know. You can do this."Dr. Thompson appeared at the foot of the bed like a calm in the storm."Alright, Sofie, let’s meet your baby," she said gently.I clenched my jaw, gathered every last ounce of strength, and pushed one final time.A blinding wave of sensation
SOFIEAlex and I strolled down the bustling streets of New York City, our breaths curling in the frigid February air. My belly had grown so round, it pulled at my balance a little more each day, so I clutched his arm, not just for warmth, but for steady support.We passed the same shops and cafes we'd wandered by a hundred times, their windows fogged and cozy behind the glass. Snow crunched beneath our boots, the sound oddly soothing, like the city hummed a soft winter lullaby.Conversation flowed between us, easy and full of warmth, weaving from baby names to shared hopes for parenthood.With every step, I felt it: that strange, wonderful blend of peace and anticipation. The city’s constant energy didn’t overwhelm me like it used to. Today, it felt like a protective hum, wrapping around us.Home was close, just a few blocks more, but I didn’t want the walk to end. Not yet.Inside, Alex helped me out of my coat, then crouched to tug off my boots, his hands gentle, his brow furrowed i
ALEXThe next morning, I sat behind my desk, fingers tapping against the glass in a rhythm that did nothing to soothe the pressure coiling in my chest. Stephen stood across from me, hands in his pockets, concern written all over his face.“How’s Claire?” I asked, leaning forward, my voice lower than usual, strained with the worry I hadn’t let myself show the night before.“She’s holding up,” he said, rubbing the back of his neck. “Bruised cheek, sprained hand. She’s strong, but... there’s still fear in her eyes.”I nodded, jaw tight.The air between us thickened, the conversation shifting from personal to business. I adjusted, my tone hardening.“I need the full scope. What are we looking at in terms of charges against Andrew?”Stephen pulled a folded document from the file tucked beneath his arm and laid it on my desk.“Multiple charges: assault, harassment, public endangerment. If he’s convicted on all counts, he’s looking at serious jail time. The fines won’t be small either. Bail’s
CLAIREStephen’s sleek sports car coasted into the parking garage like it belonged there. I glanced up at the towering buildings, glass windows glinting with city light, stars caught in steel.As he parked and cut the engine, I glanced at him with a crooked smile.“Don’t tell me you live in the penthouse.”He laughed, warm and unbothered. “No, just a two-bedroom apartment.”I let out a breath I didn’t know I’d been holding.“Good. Penthouses aren’t exactly my scene.”I laughed lightly, trying to shake shaky nerves that crept in the moment we hit the private garage.God, what am I doing here?We stepped out. The hush of wealth settled around us like silk.The elevator arrived with a soft chime. He pressed for the fourteenth floor. The ride up was smooth and silent, just enough time for my anxiety to climb.Then the doors slid open.Marble floors. Tall ceilings. A corridor gleaming under soft lighting, like a hotel ad. He unlocked the door and motioned for me to go in first.The second I
SOFIEThe ER room was too bright. Too cold. Too loud. Too much.I sat beside Claire, trying to hold still, but my leg wouldn’t stop bouncing. Fluorescent light glared off white walls, making everything feel sharper, air itself edged with tension. Claire’s hand gripped mine like a lifeline. Her cheek glowed in deep purple, and her right hand swelled twice its normal size.But somehow, she smiled through it.That Claire kind of smile. Brave. Stubborn. Stupidly strong.“Why did you step in?” My voice cracked. “You didn’t have to do that.”She squeezed my fingers gently. “I wasn’t going to let that asshole hit you. Besides,” she added with a shrug, “I can take a hit.”That broke me.Tears burned down my face, hot and relentless. “But you’re hurt because of me.”“Hey.” Her tone firmed. “I love you, SoSo. I’d do it again in a heartbeat.”Before I could respond, the doors burst open. Alex and Stephen rushed in, eyes wild and searching.Everything after that blurred.Too fast. Too loud. Too m
SOFIEMorning light poured through the penthouse windows, golden and warm as it spilled across the living room floor. I curled into the corner of the couch, a steaming cup of herbal tea cradled in my hands. The scent, peppermint and something floral, wrapped around me. My other hand rested over the curve of my belly, instinctive and gentle.Four weeks since Texas.It felt like we’d only just gotten back, and yet... everything was already shifting. Slowing. Settling.I looked down at my stomach, watching the subtle rise and fall beneath the fabric of my robe. The baby was growing. And so was the weight of what that meant. Today was our ultrasound. Today, we might find out.Boy or girl. Our future, suddenly with a name. A shape. A face.A thrill rushed through me, a little bolt of nervous energy. I took another sip of tea, letting the heat calm the trembling building in my chest as my mind wandered.I could almost picture the baby already: tiny fingers, sleepy yawns. A little life, not