Michael POV:I drove down the familiar street, my heart was pounding in my chest. It had been years since I had set foot in this place, and the memories were flooding back faster than I could process them. This was the orphanage where I had grown up, where I had spent most of my childhood. And now, for some reason, I felt drawn back to it.As I pulled into the parking lot, I could see that the building was just as I remembered it. The same brick walls, the same old wooden door. But there was something different about it now, something that I couldn't quite put my finger on. Perhaps it was just the passage of time, or maybe it was the fact that I was seeing it through the eyes of an adult instead of a child.I took a deep breath and got out of the car, making my way towards the entrance. As I reached for the doorknob, my hand shook involuntarily. It was as if my body was telling me to turn back, to run away from this place and never look back. But I knew that I couldn't do that. I nee
■○♡○♤○♤○♡○♡Michael POV:I stood in front of the burnt-out remains of the house, I felt a knot form in my stomach. This was my family's home, the place where they had lived and died, and I had never known until now.I stood there, my heart pounding like the beating of a thousand drums. My chest felt tight, as if I were being held in a vice, suffocating me. My eyes were wide open, scanning the room for any possible escape route, but there was none. All I could do was stand there, helpless, as my emotions threatened to consume me whole.At first, it was just a dull ache in my chest. A nagging feeling that I couldn't quite shake off. But then, it started to grow, like a wildfire that had been ignited in my heart. It burned fiercely, consuming everything in its path, until it became too much to bear.I felt like a volcano, ready to erupt at any moment. My emotions were like molten lava, bubbling and churning inside of me, threatening to overflow and destroy everything in their path. I tri
Michael POVI burst through the doors of the hospital, my heart racing with fear and anticipation. I rushed down the hallway and towards the room i had left him earlier. I listened to the sound of a machine, any machine to ensure me he was still alive. I heard none and my heart froze. I took an huge breath before stepping in. The sight of him wrenched my heart, he was to so many machines he looks like one himself, i fear for the worst. Did the surgery go south. Where was Jane, i thought. It was unlike her to leave her father's dide, not when he was in such condition. I wondered where she is and what she is doing, but i knew ine thing for sure, she definitely hate my gut right now. Perhaps hate is a bit of a stretch but she is finding sone kind of antipathy for me right now, And i couldn't blame her, how could I, i had left her father's side when he needed me the most, despite tacking care of me for a decent part of my life.Just like i did the night before i sat beside him and rested
The weather was a witness to my sombre mood as it change drastically, the sun hiding behind the clouds. The sky was a canvas of somber gray, a heavy cloak of clouds draped across the horizon like a mourning veil. The rain fell in a melancholic rhythm, like tears streaming down a sorrowful face. The wind howled mournfully, carrying the scent of wet earth and decaying leaves, as if the very air was grieving. The atmosphere was suffused with a sense of despair, as though the weather itself was lamenting some profound loss.I got three bouquets of flowers. I made my way to the cemetery, my heart pounding with anticipation as I walked among the graves. And then, finally, I found it - a simple headstone with the names of my family engraved on it - the Frankenstein. As I stood there, I felt a sense of connection with them, a sense of belonging that I had never felt before."Mom, Dad, Beatrice, forgive your foolish child and brother for coming so late yo check upon you and I'm so sorry I've h
Michael POV:Throughout the flight, my selfishness haunted me and some certain realization was hitting me . Aurora was sweet and kind, and she loved me. I could look for the rest of his life and never find a woman half as honest as I was. Ever since she’d come to work for me, she’d nurtured feelings and cared for me, to the extent that my heart lifted just at the sight of her in his office. Since we'd become intimate, my body ached for her night and day. I knew that I was her first man, that she wanted no one else. And now she was carrying my child under her heart.Now, with my mind finally functioning again, I realized what a lucky man i am. Why had it taken me so long to know it?I would get up before dawn the next morning and make myself a big breakfast. I would go to the most exclusive jewelry store in Jacobsville and i am going to buy her a diamond so big that it would blind her. Before this trip I'd felt trapped into proposing, but now i could see it would be the wisest thing I
Aurora POV: I sat down at my desk, somber and quiet on the following Monday morning. My recent demeanor has made both my boss and co-workers nervous. Mr Jordan was becoming more worried with every passing day, he kept asking what was wrong and i kept telling him nothing tilll he was visibly frustrated, how was i to tell him i was pregnant. The rest of the week dragged on, with me successfully hiding the morning sickness both from my mother and co-workers.I was still hiding the pregnancy from every one, i had drove to victoria on Saturday to get some Prenatal vitamins and hide those too from my mother. Hiding pregnancy from everyone was easier said than done and it was weighing me down, I've lied to people mpre times in that timeframe than I've ever did in my entire life. I had to pretend i was sick everytime to justify the morning sickness. Mr. Jordan kept insisting i stay at home till i was fine again, but it would be easier for my mother to find out i am pregnant when i spend t
Michael POV:I glared right back at her. My eyes narrowed on her thickening waist. My expression changed, i suddenly felt a warm feeling inside me. I’d never thought of children. At least, not since Shannon’s death. Now, i began to wonder what a child of mine might look like. Would it have dark hair like mine or a flaxen hair like Aurora's? Would it have blue eyes like me or an hazel eye like her? Would it be a boy, or a little girl?“You look…odd,” she commented.“I was thinking about the baby,” i said absently, my eyes still on her waist. “I never really thought about being a father. I’ve been alone most of my adult life.”“So have I,” she said “What do you want?” i asked, meeting her eyes levelly.She blinked. “I…haven’t thought about that. Not much anyway.”I moved a step closer. “What would you like to have?”I was lost in her eyes. “Little girls are nice,” she ventured. “I like to knit and crochet and quilt. I could…teach her.”I held my breath. A little girl. He thought abou
Aurora POV:As I stepped inside the restaurant, I was instantly struck by the cozy and inviting atmosphere. The dim lighting, soft music and unlit candles on the tables created a warm and intimate ambiance that made me feel at ease.The interior was elegantly decorated with a modern and minimalist theme, featuring muted colors and sleek furnishings that exuded a chic and sophisticated vibe. The walls were adorned with tasteful artworks and ornamental plants that added touch of nature and serenity to the space.It was said they served three meals a day, and her restaurant was always crowded after from morning till late at night and today was no exception. Today was no exception. When i walked in with Michael, conversation muted at once and all eyes turned toward us. Michael had insisted we held hands, and several pair of eyes glued on our arm immediately. I felt uncomfortable and Michael saw."For someone who is nervous about being seen together public, your choice of restaurant is ir