All Chapters of Falling For My Father's Best Friend : Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

Monday melted into Tuesday in the usual blur of hospital life. By Tuesday afternoon I was on autopilot – updating charts, checking IV lines, answering call bells with practiced efficiency. The fluorescent lights hummed overhead, casting a sterile glow on the bustling nurses' station. Olga sat perched on the edge of a stool, her legs swinging under the desk, devouring a bag of potato chips loudly. Each bite seemed a small act of rebellious act or was it stress eating?Dew was hunched over in the corner, meticulously organizing medical supplies and muttering to himself. Hanna walked by with Ben-her puppy dog lover- both of them engrossed in a private joke. She gave us a quick wave and a bright "Hi!" before they disappeared down the corridor.Dew looked up from his task, wiping his hands on his worn scrubs. "After all that pretending, those two just want to take it to the next level."Olga paused mid-crunch, crumbs clinging to her lower lip. "What?"Dew grinned, that gossip glint in h

It was Friday, and I was officially one month pregnant.The realization settled over me like a gentle wave that morning as I stood before the expansive mirror in the new penthouse. My hand rested lightly on my still-flat stomach, a silent promise to the life growing within. I was going to be a mom soon-well in 8 months but you get it.I felt... happy. Not the wild, almost manic happiness Mateo had displayed when I first told him – a reaction that had been both thrilling and slightly overwhelming – but a quiet, warm kind of happiness that settled deep in my chest, radiating outwards. The baby was real. Mine. Ours. And for the first time in weeks, the fear, that constant companion, felt smaller than the burgeoning hope. It was a fragile feeling, precious and new, and I held onto it tightly.Work was relentlessly busy, but good. We finished the shift sweaty and bone-tired, the kind of exhaustion that comes from the constant motion of running between rooms, answering call bells, and of

A soft meow broke the silence again. The lights came up. Tears spilled down her cheeks, fast and silent at first, tracing glistening paths through her makeup. Then, a shaky laugh escaped her lips, a sound that was half sob, half joyous release. She reached out with trembling fingers and touched the cat's soft fur, then gently, reverently, touched the ring, as if she was afraid it would disappear if she breathed too hard, as if it were too precious to be real.Joshua stepped out from the side, his face etched with a mixture of hope and trepidation, his eyes locked on Olga's. He knelt in front of her, taking her trembling hands in his, his voice rough with emotion but steady with unwavering love."Olga... you've been my home since the day I saw you, the anchor that keeps me grounded, the light that guides me through the darkness. I want to spend the rest of my life sweeping you off your feet, making you laugh, and cherishing every moment we have together. Will you marry me, Olga? Wil

The afternoon shift this week meant I could sleep in a little as I stepped into my apartment elevator. I pressed the button for the lobby floor and leaned against the mirrored wall, phone pressed to my ear.“You were saying?” Mateo’s deep voice rumbled through the line, warm and patient.I rubbed my temple, trying to shake off the last traces of laziness. “I was thinking about getting a doctor’s note to stop working earlier, or maybe an Aufhebungsvertrag — you know, the mutual termination thing. According to the law here, if I just resign it takes three to four weeks notice. I don’t want to drag it out.”There was a short pause on his end. I could almost picture him frowning, running a hand through his hair the way he did when he felt guilty.“Baby… I’m sorry,” he said, voice softening. “How did I not think about this sooner? I should’ve asked you about work the moment you told me about the pregnancy.”“It’s okay,” I replied quickly, shifting my weight from one foot to the other as the

I didn't know how long I had been sitting there after the call with Isabella ended in that unsatisfying run. What if she was been scolded. Or ...Lukas was ...No. If Lukas was anywhere close, I trust Jake to help her.Time blurred when my mind was spinning like this. Eventually I pulled myself out of the pool, dried off, and wandered into the kitchen still wrapped in a towel around my waist.Elena was already there, moving around the island with that quiet efficiency I'd come to rely on. She wore her warm but no-nonsense, the kind of woman who had seen enough of life to speak her mind when it mattered. Right now she was plating grilled salmon with roasted vegetables and a light herb sauce - simple, clean, the kind of meal that didn't fight with my stomach after a long day.She glanced up as I sat down at the counter. "You look like you've been wrestling ghosts, Mr. Rossi."I gave her a half-smile and pulled the plate closer. "Something like that."We fell into comfortable silence whil