ASHLEY'S P.O.VIt was the scent of something new yet sweetly familiar that woke me up.I blinked, trying to take in my surroundings. Where was I?The walls weren't white, and I couldn't smell antiseptic in the air. My heart calmed down, I didn't even know it was racing like that. Instantly, my hand moved to my stomach, touching and caressing the curve of it lightly. As if sensing my worries, my little girl kicked me, giving me the confirmation that she was still there, still here with me, healthy and safe in mommy's stomach.My eyes fluttered closed in relief and thanks. Trapped in that elevator is something I never, ever want to experience again. For some few minutes, it took me back to that day of the miscarriage, that was how I felt—trapped.I proped one elbow down on the soft linen, the sheer comfort of them made me sigh. Slowly, my vision began to clear as I took in the large bedroom of grass green and cream colour. The walls were done in a soft milky color, complemented by curt
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