Semua Bab MARRIED TO MY EX-FIANCE'S RUTHLESS UNCLE: Bab 51 - Bab 60

I woke up at 3 AM with cramps when I was thirty-seven weeks pregnant.Sharp pains all over my stomach. Normal. Very strong.I woke Kael up. "Something is going on."He stood up straight. What? What's wrong?"Contractions. I think. They're regular."He was out of bed immediately. "How far apart?""I don't know." I just woke up. Okay. "Okay." He picked up his phone. Started the clock. "Let me know when the next one comes."We sat there. Waiting. Looking at the clock.Five minutes later, another contraction occurred. "Five minutes," he said. "That's close." "We need to go to the hospital.""It might be false labor. Braxton Hicks.""Or it might be real. We're not taking chances."He helped me get dressed. Grabbed the hospital bag. Called the doctor's answering service.The on-call doctor called back. "It could be false labor. But come in. We'll check you."It was an anxious trip to the hospital. Kael gripped the steering wheel tightly. Knuckles were white. "You're going too fast," I murmu

We stayed in the hospital for two days.Learning. Adjusting. Getting help from nurses.How to swaddle. How to burp. How to know when she was hungry, tired, or uncomfortable.Everything was new. Overwhelming. Beautiful.Evelyn was a good baby. Quiet. Alert. Only cried when she needed something."We got lucky," stated the nurse. "She is very calm." Is that typical?I asked."Every baby is different. But yes, some are naturally calmer. Enjoy it."Kael barely left our side.slept in the chair that was uncomfortable. changed all of the nappies. brought me some food. "You ought to return home," I responded. "Get real sleep." I won't abandon you. Both of you. We're all right. You must get some rest. When we're all home, I'll relax. Together.The paediatrician gave Evelyn the all-clear to return home on day two. I was cleared by my physician. "Go slowly," she said, "and don't lift anything heavier than the infant. No stairs if possible. Rest when she rests."Kael took notes. Literally.Puttin

On a Saturday in March, Evelyn celebrated her first birthday.We got up early. She was up already. Chattering in her cot. As I lifted her out, I said, "Good morning, birthday girl."She smiled. All eight teeth are showing. Kael appeared in the doorway. "There's my girl. One year old today." "Can you believe it?" I asked. "No. Feels like yesterday we brought her home. Terrified and clueless." "We're still clueless. Just more confident about it." Downstairs, we'd set up decorations.Sophie had gone too far.Bubbles and streamers. The words "Happy 1st Birthday, Evelyn," on a banner. It's only family," I informed her. That's right. Family is entitled to the best.At noon, the celebration began. Catherine was the first to arrive. with presents. So many presents. This is too much, mother."My granddaughter is turning one today.Nothing is too much." Sophie came next. Also with gifts. And more decorations. "Did you buy out the party store?" "Maybe. Don't judge me." Marcus arrived with his cam

I was frightened when I woke up on the day the exhibition opened. I told Kael, "I can't do this." You can, indeed. The task is done by you. It's excellent.Trust yourself.""What if people hate it?""They won't. And if they do? You'll survive. We'll survive."The exhibition opened at seven PM. Press preview at five.I got to MoMA at noon. Final walkthrough. Last-minute adjustments.The space was stunning. My vision realized. Twenty artists. Diverse voices.Unified theme. "It's ideal," Elena declared. The Jenkins piece has caused a crack in the wall. No one will be aware."I notice.""You're spiraling. Stop. It's perfect."The press preview was nerve-wracking. Critics. Journalists. Influencers.All walking through. Taking notes. Judging my work.I smiled. Answered questions. Pretended confidence.Inside? Pure terror."The narrative flow is exceptional," one critic said."The artist selection is brave," another noted.Were those compliments? Criticisms? I couldn't tell.At seven, the ma

At twenty-two weeks, the reality of twins hit hard.My doctor ordered modified bed rest. Not full bed rest. But no excessive activity. Rest frequently. Feet up."Twin pregnancies are higher risk," she explained. "Especially after twenty weeks. We need to be careful.""What about work?""Work from home. No more than four hours a day. Rest in between."I called Elena. Explained the situation."Take whatever time you need. Health first."With a child, however, working from home was practically impossible.Evelyn wants attention.Constantly. "Mama, play!" "Mama, read!" "Mama, watch this!""Mama's working, baby. Go play with Maria.""Want Mama!"Maria tried to distract her. Sometimes it worked.Frequently, it didn't. "This cannot be sustained," I informed Kael. What are you in need of? I'm not sure.A separate office? Childcare outside the home? A clone?"We converted the spare bedroom into an office. The door that locked. Quiet space.It helped. A little.But I still felt guilty.As I wor