LOGINThe sky outside the aeroplane was painfully calm.Lucas stared at the stretch of white clouds beneath him, unmoving, endless. The world looked peaceful from above. Too peaceful. As if nothing had fractured. As if nothing had broken inside him hours ago.He replayed it again.Maya didn't come.She didn't run after him. She didn't call. She didn't choose him.His jaw tightened.He had fought for her. Fought against his family. Against Sophie. Against the version of himself everyone expected him to be.And stillShe didn't choose him.The seatbelt sign flickered on. The captain's voice announced their descent into Milan. Lucas closed his eyes briefly.If she had moved on... then he would too.He had to.The contraction came like a wave splitting stone.Maya gasped, fingers gripping the hospital sheets as her body arched against the pain. The sterile scent of antiseptic burned her lungs. Monitors beeped in uneven rhythm."Breathe, Maya," the nurse urged gently. "You're progressing."Anoth
Damien carried a small container of strawberry ice cream. He placed it gently on the kitchen counter. "Here," he said softly. "I know it won't reach the baby, but... I wanted you to have it."Maya's fingers brushed the lid. She smiled faintly, her lips trembling with exhaustion. "Thank you, Damien. Even if it doesn't make it to the baby... it still feels... normal."Damien leaned closer, a glint in his eyes. "You just started enjoying Sweden, and this happened, and now strawberry ice cream. That counts as normal, right?"She laughed softly, the sound fragile and delicate. "I suppose... it does."Without thinking, she touched Damien's lips with cotton wool to clean the blood on his lips."Hey!" he said, startled, but his eyes sparkled.Maya grinned, removing her hands, sorry, I was just trying to help.He chuckled, reaching out to steady her hand. "You're impossible," he murmured."I'm just... surviving," she whispered, her voice barely audible.Damien's gaze softened. "And you're doin
As the call ended.Lucas went straight to Sophie.The front door shut behind him with controlled force. Not loud enough to be called a slam, but firm enough to announce that something had shifted.Sophie was in the living room, seated comfortably, her phone in hand. She looked calm. Too calm for someone who had just shaken his world with a single post.Lucas stopped in front of her and held out his phone.The screen glowed between them.Her announcement.Her claim.Her certainty."Explain this," he said.His voice was low. Controlled. The kind of control that meant anger was sitting just beneath the surface.Sophie glanced at the phone, then back at him. She did not look ashamed."I'm fighting for my right," she replied evenly.Lucas's jaw tightened."You're right?" he repeated. "You post something like this without speaking to me first?"She stood slowly, placing her phone down."You only remember I exist when Maya is angry with you," she shot back. "The moment she calls you, the mom
The cold Swedish night wrapped around Maya as soon as she stepped outside Damien's family's house.The warmth, the laughter, the comfort she had briefly allowed herself to feel vanished the moment the door closed behind her. Snow crunched softly beneath her boots as she walked, her breath uneven, her mind replaying the image she couldn't unsee.Sophie.Pregnant.Smiling.Celebrated.Maya pressed a hand to her chest, willing her heart to slow. It doesn't concern you, she told herself. You left. You chose peace.But her body didn't listen.A sharp pain cut through her lower abdomen without warning. She stopped abruptly, gasping. Another wave followed-stronger, tighter-forcing her to bend forward."No... no, please," she whispered, panic rising.Tears spilt freely now. She tried to breathe the way the doctor had taught her before. Slow. Controlled. It didn't work. Her body trembled as the pain returned, unmistakable this time.People nearby noticed.A woman rushed toward her, speaking ra
The crisp air as Damien and Maya walked up the steps to his family's home. The stairs were neat, Maya felt a nervous flutter. She had never met a host family like this before, and she wasn't sure what to expect.Before Damien could knock, the door swung open, and a tall, warm-faced woman peered out, smiling broadly."Damien! At last!" she exclaimed, stepping aside to usher them in. "And who is this?" Her eyes landed on Maya instantly, taking in her poised stance and calm smile.Maya froze for a moment. She hadn't expected such immediate scrutiny. "I... I'm Maya. Hello."The woman's eyes sparkled with curiosity, a little suspicion, and delight all at once. "Ah! So you're Damien's girlfriend?"Maya blinked. Damien's jaw tightened, his hand brushing hers lightly as he tried to intervene. "Mom! No - Maya isn't -"But Mrs Bergström wasn't listening. "Girlfriend, of course! I can see it the way you walk together, arriving side by side, the way he looks at you..." She beamed. "I was wonderin
Maya had adjusted to Swedish life faster than she expected. People were kind, helpful, and curious but never intrusive. Her pregnancy, once a source of quiet fear, was now met with warmth wherever she went.She had the sweetest neighbours, who could always make sure she had enough fruit for the day.She was never alone cause people felt she had run away from home since she was young and her London accent wasn't much of a help either.Maya decided it was time to register with a local hospital and check on the baby. The moment she stepped into the sleek Swedish clinic, she felt a surprising sense of calm."Hello! How can I help you?" a tall, kind-faced man greeted her."I... just need to register," Maya said, trying to hide her nerves."I'm Dr Damien," he said with a soft smile. "Don't worry, we'll make everything smooth. Come, I'll handle the paperwork."Maya followed him, amazed at how effortlessly he made the registrations. His calm demeanour, the way he explained every procedure, re







