Davina. Ga-dump That right there was the sound of my heart as I took my first step into the gigantic building owned by the family occupying the top spot in the business world and have been unrivaled for years. Alexander slipped both of his hands and took steady, easy steps filled with confidence, compared to my steps that might look elegant from the outside, but on a closer look, someone who pays attention to details would notice that it's all an act. “This is my parents that I am on my way to see; they are the least people I should be nervous around,”Those are the exact words I keep telling myself to feel more at home as I pass through the people occupying the lobby. Different heads bowed in greeting as we walked past. I am pretty sure that the greetings weren't directed to me but to the person walking confidently beside me. He was used to being bowed to by people of the high caliber that occupied the lobby. “I thought your legs would be shaky when you stepped into the lobby,
Davina“Alex, if this is a joke, no matter how harmless you might think it is to you. Let me just let you know this: it is a rather expensive one,” Mr. William warned. My father warned. I couldn't stare at his face, so instead, I moved my gaze to the name tag on his table. The name written there was Mr. William Charez, with the position he occupied written under his name. “Fortunately, it isn't a joke, sir,” Alex replied. Silence slowly enveloped the whole office; no one said a single thing. I raised my head off the tag on the table to look at Mr. Wi… my father to see why he is yet to say anything. He was staring at me with a stern but calm expression on his face. Studying me. “So, you are my daughter, my little baby girl, Stasha,” he said with a slightly emotional tone, but there was still a hint of disbelief there.Like he was struggling to believe that I am actually his daughter. I won't really blame him; if I were in his shoes, I would have failed to believe also if someo
DavinaImmediately we made our way into the hospital; we were treated as extremely important people. I would have said it was quite similar to what I enjoyed as the adopted daughter of the Stewarts family and the wife of the Campbells eldest son. But I can’t. The way I watched the doctors and even everyone here treat Mr. Charez and Alexander, along with me—obviously for following them—it was like we were demigods. They wasted no time in taking what they needed from both me and… my dad. Immediately after they were done, the doctor placed in charge took us to his office after we were done in the lab. “You can have your seat, sir,” the man said, gesturing to one of the couches in his huge office with a bright, wide smile plastered on his face. “Thank you, Sam,” my dad said and had his seat. “As much as I would love to give you the result immediately, I am sorry to inform you that it would take quite a while,” the man said with a slightly apologetic tone. “You don’t have to apolog
Davina.My dad, or rather Mr. William, as he would love me to address him for now till the test results get released, told the driver to take a detour to one of the hotels owned by him close by. It took us fifteen minutes to get to the one closest to us. Unable to contain my curiosity, I was pushed to ask a question, “Is it really all your property that you own, put on the internet?” He let out a low chuckle before he answered me, “No, there are still quite a few that are not noticed by the public, and I don't think that is going to change any time soon.”“That was partially expected, so it isn't that surprising,” I replied. “Where are you?” My dad asked someone else over the phone immediately after we parked in front of the hotel. I hadn't even noticed him pulling out his phone, not to talk of dialing the contact of whoever he is talking to. I had been too busy staring at the seven-star hotel, but I wasn't too awed or taken by surprise. This kind of luxurious building was defin
“Now that Davina is no longer here, it is undeniable that there has been a peaceful vibe among all of us, hasn't there?” Natalia Stewart, Courtney's mum, said during the dinner that was being held amidst her family and that of the Campbells. “I agree with you a thousand percent,” Sebastian's mum said and burst into loud laughter. Natalia mirrored her action immediately, while the rest seated around the table just let out a low laugh. “How are you doing in your role as the new managing director, dear?” Pietro, Courtney’s dad, questioned his daughter with a small smile plastered on his face. “I think my darling husband would have to answer that question for himself,” Courtesy said to her dad and turned to face Sebastian, who was seated beside her. She placed her soft hands on his hand, which was on the table, and squeezed softly. Sebastian stared at her with loving eyes and a smile that matched that look before raising his head to stare at Courtney's dad. “She’s doing a pretty goo
DavinaI was scrolling through my contact list after I was done with dinner.It didn't take long for me to locate the contact that I was looking for.Written boldly on my screen was the name of my secretary and my personal assistant while I was still working with Campbell Enterprises. Jane. I dialed her contact and watched my screen silently; the only sound that could be heard was that of the beeping sound of the phone, indicating the phone of whoever I am calling is ringing. Just when I gave up that she wasn't going to pick the call, which made me slightly worried, the call connected.“What took you so long to pick up the call?” I questioned, tapping the speaker button to place the phone on speaker. “I am so sorry, ma'am, I wasn't with my phone. In fact, I had no idea where the phone was until you called,” she answered amidst pants, which was wildly suspicious. But what can I say?Everyone has their own personal lives to live. Her own is none of my business, unless she wants to s
DavinaI was scrolling through my contact list after I was done with dinner.It didn't take long for me to locate the contact that I was looking for.Written boldly on my screen was the name of my secretary and my personal assistant while I was still working with Campbell Enterprises. Jane. I dialed her contact and watched my screen silently; the only sound that could be heard was that of the beeping sound of the phone, indicating the phone of whoever I am calling is ringing. Just when I gave up that she wasn't going to pick the call, which made me slightly worried, the call connected.“What took you so long to pick up the call?” I questioned, tapping the speaker button to place the phone on speaker. “I am so sorry, ma'am, I wasn't with my phone. In fact, I had no idea where the phone was until you called,” she answered amidst pants, which was wildly suspicious. But what can I say?Everyone has their own personal lives to live. Her own is none of my business, unless she wants to
Davina “Come sit with us, Stasha,” my mother said and broke the hug after what had seemed like an eternity. I followed her and occupied one of the empty chairs.Stasha. That is a name I am not sure I am used to being called any longer. How many years has it been since I last heard that name? Around two decades ago. My father cleared his throat to get my attention. “First of all, let me start with, I am so sorry for not believing you when Alex brought you to me,” he said with an apologetic tone. “There is no reason for you to apologize; you already have a valid enough reason for that. It isn't a bad thing to be that cautious,” I replied to him. “It isn't valid enough; let him apologize,” my mother replied to me, slight anger underlying in her tone. Of course, the anger wasn't directed to me, but to who her gaze was locked on, which was her husband, my dad. “I am not pissed, so there is no reason to apologize… Mum,” The hesitancy before addressing her as my mum was obvious. E
DavinaDaniel soon fell asleep with his head on my chest. I laid him down slowly and tiptoe quietly out of the room. I gently closed the door and headed back to the backyard. The maids were now around and they were packing up slowly. Mother, Father, and Aunt Ce were sitting in one corner, sipping wine while laughing over something I am sure was an old recollected memory. Mom's eyes met mine and I gave her a smile. I looked around for Elijah and Alexander and I didn't have to for long as I saw them standing over the grill, turning meat over with one hand and a wine glass in the other.I was shocked by what I saw as they've always had a silent disagreement all this while. I don't know what beef they have, and they have refused to share, but I am sure they have some underlying misunderstanding they both kept aside to be with me at the same time.“Hey boy,” I greeted cheerfully, and I walked towards him. A maid passed me a glass before going about her packing. “Thanks,” I said to her w
DavinaThe car slowly drove into the Charez Estate, a place that has now properly become my home. I got out of the car when it parked.With Tim behind me with the cake in hand, I made my way into the living area of the house.“Mommy.”A cute little child embraced my legs the moment I stepped in.Danielle.“Elle. Happy birthday, my baby,” I greeted, picking her up with a smile.“Thank you, Mommy.”Daniel peeked at me from behind the couch, his usual quiet curiosity in his eyes. I crouched to his level and kissed his forehead. “Happy birthday, sweetheart.”He gave me a tiny smile and nodded, his fingers still clutching his bunny.The living room smelled like grilled chicken and vanilla. Light laughter floated in from the back of the house.“They’ve been asking for you since morning,” my mom said, walking in with a tray of drinks. She looked relaxed today, dressed in a simple pastel dress with her hair tied back.“Did I keep them waiting too long?” I asked, brushing Elle’s curls from her
DavinaI stared out the window of my office, the bustling city was full of activities below. It felt like yesterday when I awkwardly called out for my mom that my water broke. The intercom rang at my desk. I turned around and picked it up.”Hello” “Reminder ma'am.” Tim's voice rang out. “You're picking up the cake for the twins’ birthday.”“Yeah right. I almost forgot. Thank you, Tim” I replied back before hanging up. Daniel and Danielle will be three today. It still felt difficult to believe three years had passed. Three years since I have been divorced, three years since I found my family, and three years since I had my children, that had now become my everything.I glanced at the wall clock above and picked up my bag. It was time for my meeting. I walked out of the office in short, measured strides to maintain gracefulness. Tim joined me and trailed behind as I walked out of the office. The team stood up to greet me, and I have been able to build a good rapport with them over t
DavinaThe discharge papers came faster than I expected. One minute, the nurse was saying, “Maybe tomorrow,” and the next, she was handing me a file with my name on it and a list of instructions I’d already forgotten.I nodded through all of it, even though I felt like I hadn’t learned anything. Formula guidelines. Bath temperature. How to tell if something’s wrong. It was all a blur.The only thing I really heard was, “You’re cleared to go home.”Home.With Daniel and Danielle.A nurse helped me dress them. I’d packed their clothes but forgot which was for who. She figured it out and just did it for me, then helped me buckle them into the car seats. I checked each strap twice. Then a third time.Mom and Dad were already waiting outside. Dad had installed the car seats that morning—thank God—because I couldn’t have done it.“You okay?” Mom asked as I stepped out.I didn’t answer right away. I was standing there with two babies and a hospital bag and had no real idea what came next.“I
DavinaI didn’t really sleep. I might’ve closed my eyes a few times, maybe drifted off for a few minutes here and there, but nothing stuck. Every sound made me jolt upright. Every grunt, hiccup, whimper. I kept checking to make sure they were still breathing, still warm, still real.They were right there beside me. Two bassinets. Two tiny humans wrapped like miniature burritos. Mine.It still didn’t make sense in my head.A soft knock came. A nurse walked in, clipboard in hand, giving me a practiced, polite smile.“Good morning, Davina. Just doing rounds.”I nodded. “Morning.”She moved over to the twins. Quiet, efficient. She said something under her breath while reading their tags—“Baby A” and “Baby B.” I hated that. They weren’t just letters.She looked at me as she checked their vitals. “Have you decided on names yet?”I hesitated, even though I already had. I just hadn’t said it out loud to anyone but my parents.“Yeah. Daniel and Danielle.”Her smile softened. “Sweet. Matching n
DavinaThey didn’t come in right away. My parents waited until the nurses finished their checks and left the room. Aunt Ce had stepped out too. Probably to give us space. Or maybe she just needed a break. Honestly, she deserved one more than I did.The door opened again a few minutes later. My mom came in first, then my dad. They didn’t rush to speak. Just stood near the door, taking it all in. Like they didn’t know where to start or if they were even allowed to.I didn’t say anything either. I was holding both babies—one on each side—and I still hadn’t fully wrapped my head around the fact that they were mine. That they were real. That they were here.“You okay?” Dad asked quietly.“Yeah,” I said, then added, “Tired.”“You did good,” he said. “Really good.”My mom stepped closer. She looked down at the twins like she couldn’t believe they existed. I wasn’t sure I believed it either.“They look like you,” she said.I didn’t see it. Maybe the nose. Or the mouth. But I didn’t argue.She
DavinaNo one tells you what “time to push” really means. They say it like it's a line in a play. But there’s no script for this.I looked at Aunt Ce, and she gave a small nod. “It’s going time.”I nodded too, because what else do you do? But I didn’t feel brave. I felt like I was about to do something I couldn’t undo, and everyone was just... letting me.The nurses adjusted things around me, speaking in soft, practiced voices. They told me how to position my legs, how to breathe, and what to expect.One of them said, “We’ll guide you. You won’t be alone.”I didn’t even know her name. But I believed her.“Take a deep breath,” Aunt Ce said from the side. “When the next contraction hits, we’re going to start.”I nodded again, even though the air felt thin. I didn’t say anything. Just waited.When the pressure built again, they told me to bear down. I did. I followed instructions like a student trying to pass a test. I counted in my head the way they said. Three pushes per contraction. T
DavinaI felt it before I saw it.A slow, warm gush down my legs. At first, I thought I’d just peed myself. Embarrassing, but not the end of the world. Then it hit me.I stood there, frozen. “Mom?”My voice cracked a little.She walked in, glanced down, and didn’t even blink. “Your water broke?”“I think so.”“Okay,” she said calmly, already moving toward the closet. “Let’s get changed. You’ll be more comfortable for the ride.”“I thought I still had time,” I muttered, heart pounding.“We’ve had thirty-eight weeks. This is time,” she said, pulling out clothes like this was any other morning.I was still standing in place. “Should I be freaking out?”Mom gave me a look. “Are you?”“Yeah. Quietly.”She smiled a little. “Then you’re doing it right.”I changed into the clothes she gave me. Comfortable stuff—loose shirt, soft pants. Nothing hospital-chic, but better than a soaked nightgown. I grabbed my phone out of habit, not even sure why.“You call the hospital?” I asked.“Driver’s on t
DavinaI had no idea what day it was. I didn’t care either. Days had blurred together a long time ago. Bed rest would do that to anyone. For the last three months, I’d lived on the same rotation of sleeping, shifting around, trying not to lose my mind, and politely refusing help I didn’t ask for.The maids still hovered. Always nearby, like they were waiting for me to faint or call out. I appreciated it, in a way, but it also made me feel like a museum exhibit. Sometimes one would peek in with a glass of water I didn’t need or ask if I wanted my pillows fluffed.“I’m okay,” I told them, every time.They didn’t believe me. They still brought snacks and folded things I hadn’t touched.Earlier this morning, one of them had tried to help me get up like just standing was a project. I gave her a smile and waved her off. “You really don’t have to. I’ve got it.”She hesitated, then stepped back. But I knew she told another one. And they watched from the hallway, still unsure if I’d collapse h