Lahat ng Kabanata ng Wedcuffed: Kabanata 141 - Kabanata 150

Adrian POVI closed the door to Sarah’s room quietly, still upon my mind was the heavy weight of our conversation. The air felt so thick against my skin, and each breath felt as if a battle. My muscles had become a vessel for tension.I walked down the dim hallway my footsteps were soft on the wooden floor. Lamps gave the house a glow the warm color of amber. Shadows that were flickering danced along walls just like ghosts out from the past. I paused there in front of the photo frames. The frames lined along the corridor. Moments when Sarah and I were quite happy stared back at just me. These images felt as if they came from another life. Carefree. Our smiles felt real then hands joined without any past or doubt.As I entered into the living room, I then found that my parents sat in those usual spots, both looking just exhausted, not from that day, but from those years as they watched me just stumble. I was noticed first by my mother. Her soft, weary eyes searched my face.She spoke in

The stillness of the afternoon led me into a quiet bookstore with absence. I wasn’t seeking anything special only roaming. My feet seemed to hunt some truth my mind did not yet realize. I drifted in between some aisles until I found myself in the parenting and in the self-help section, and I stared at all of the shelves like they held answers to some questions I had not learned just how to ask.Fatherhood titles include emotional growth and relationship repair. With tentative fingers I traced the spines, and I absorbed all the weight of it—what I hadn’t known, what I hadn’t learned, and what I had lost because of it. The past did cling to me like some static that was invisible and also irritating because it was impossible for me to ignore.I soon chose a few books regarding fatherhood, rebuilding trust, plus understanding emotional intelligence from shelves. I had to begin. I did not know wherein. Excuses had taken up far too long now. Change cannot wait any longer and was too long in

Adrian POVOne quiet evening, with the scent of garlic and onions filling my small apartment, my phone buzzed on the counter when I was halfway through chopping vegetables. I glanced at the screen then wiped my hands on a towel.Sarah.My pulse jumped.Thanks for the suggestion. For this week, would you like to come along with me to attend my doctor’s appointment for having an ultrasound?With barely any breathing, I read through the message twice.It was greater than a message. It was an invitation.Present indeed, a chance at being present. I was there at that time to see a thing that was rejected in a cruel way. That life, that heartbeat, and seeing our child, the concept scared me, hearing it, also feeling it. It was precisely what I yearned for though. And I knew that I must not screw it up.As the week ended, anxiety twisted in my gut when I found myself pacing near the hospital. Families along with nurses moved through the building. Overhead, announcements echoed. Sterile scent

Adrian POVHe looked at me his searching eyes met mine. “I appreciate it, Adrian. I am willing enough to try but that is going to take more time. We both need that we must do what is best for our child.Hope did flicker as I then nodded, breaking through all weight in my chest. “Thank you,” she said. “I appreciate you for giving me this opportunity.”I did my best to focus, and the class began again when Alessandro got back. The session ended. By then, I felt such a sense of quiet accomplishment settle over me. We had stepped forward by another small step. I stayed dedicated to taking the correct path though jealousy existed.That night in bed, I thought about the minor wins, the unease, and the stress. I was sure about future challenges being many. The progress we were making yet still mattered. I showed I could change so I knew I had to face my insecurities head-on. Not just for Sarah. Beyond only just the child. For me.Therapy plus work with a focused effort for rebuilding trust wi

Sarah POVA Few Months LaterThe soft hues of dawn were painted across the sky pink and orange with gentle shades as my body, heavy from exhaustion, lay in the bed. I hadn’t slept well. The baby had been restless all night shifting kicking never settling. I put a hand on my swollen belly so I then felt faint flutters just beneath my palm. I felt some fatigue, but still a soft smile tugged toward my lips. A smile did not stop the fatigue I felt.The due date approached. It was near. I felt anticipation along with nervousness. I was very excited. I was in anticipation of the arrival of our child indeed.I extracted myself from that bed so gradually. I winced just then, and my lower back ached in a dull way. Daily challenges had become even for some of the simplest tasks. Pregnancy was the cause. I felt very grateful at every moment.I entered to the kitchen since fresh coffee had such a familiar scent, a sign of Alessandro’s early morning ritual. I did notice a small note there on the co