Scared out of my mind

After ending the call, I gently placed my phone on the couch, a small smile playing on my lips as relief hit me. urgency lifted, replaced by a quiet anticipation as I recalled my plan to ask Dylan to come home.

Turning my attention to the maids who had been waiting, I addressed them, "You all can leave now," I stated firmly. Their response was swift and respectful, "Okay, ma'am," they chorused in unison before quietly exiting the room, leaving me in solitude.

As I settled back onto the couch, calm enveloped me, the anticipation of Dylan's impending return bringing a comforting reassurance. Deep down, I knew that Dylan would not hesitate to heed my call, especially when our unborn child's well-being was at stake. The bond between us was strong, a foundation built on love and mutual support.

With a quiet resolve, I embraced the moment of solitude, content in the knowledge that I had taken the necessary steps to ensure Dylan's swift return. The wait for his arrival was nervous energy a