Ever since I shared the news with Anton, he has been pampering me a lot. Because of the dynamics of the other future, we are being too cautious about this baby. Both of us decided that we would be working from home. Natalie and Zack are helping us with workload. I am so excited that my baby is back again. But I'm so scared to lose this little one again. I was a terrible mother in other future, I couldn’t protect my baby. "That look on your face clearly indicates that you are worried about the other future again." Anton said, looking at me with a worried expression. I placed my head on his shoulder. "I can’t help it, baby." I admitted. "Alina, you can't always think about it because it's stressing you out. Stress is not good for the baby. And what will the little one think about me? I am not even taking good care of his mother. I can't make her happy." Anton said to me, and I feel like he is right. Stressing is not healthy for me and my baby. "Okay, I'm sorry to baby and baby's
“Anton, hurry up! We’re going to be late for the appointment,” I called out, adjusting my scarf while pacing near the door. The thought of seeing our baby today had me buzzing with excitement, and I couldn’t help but smile.Anton walked over, keys jingling in his hand, a wide grin spread across his face. “I’m coming, I’m coming! You act like I’m the one making us late, but I saw you taking forever to decide which shoes to wear.”I rolled my eyes, giving him a playful nudge. “Well, I have to look good for the little one, don’t I?”He chuckled and wrapped an arm around my waist as we headed out to the car. “Trust me, you could wear anything, and you’d still be glowing. I think it’s the ‘future mom’ thing.”I smiled at his words but felt the nerves settle in again as the reality of the doctor’s visit weighed on me. It wasn’t just a regular checkup—it was the first time we’d see our baby. The butterflies were a mix of excitement and anxiousness. Anton must have sensed my unease because h
“Ugh, I can’t find anything to wear!” I exclaimed, standing in front of my closet, arms crossed and frustration bubbling inside me. My reflection in the mirror showed a version of myself I was still trying to get used to. My belly had grown significantly over the past few months, and while I loved what it represented, I felt increasingly self-conscious about my appearance.“Alina, are you okay?” Anton’s voice came from behind me, and I turned to see him leaning against the doorframe, concern etched on his face.“Not really. I can’t fit into any of my clothes. Everything looks so… unflattering,” I admitted, glancing back at my closet, filled with clothes I could no longer wear.He walked over, wrapping his arms around my waist from behind. “You look beautiful, you know that?”I leaned back into him, resting my head against his shoulder, but the compliment didn’t ease my insecurities. “I don’t feel beautiful. I feel… big. I miss my old clothes.”Anton turned me around to face him, his
“Are you sure everything’s ready?” I asked for the third time, pacing around the living room as I glanced nervously at the decorations. Soft blue and white streamers hung from the ceiling, and balloons floated around, adding a cheerful vibe to the intimate setup. The baby shower and gender reveal weren’t supposed to be huge events—just close family and friends. But even with a smaller crowd, I couldn’t help feeling nervous “Relax, Alina. Everything looks perfect. Stop walking and sit at a place,” Anton said, walking over to pull me into a gentle embrace. “Besides, it’s not about perfection. It’s about celebrating you and our little one.” I sighed, leaning against him for support. “I know, I just… I want today to be special.” “And it will be.” He pressed a kiss to my forehead. “Now, stop stressing. Zack and Jason are already here, helping with the last-minute details. Barbara, Francis, and Lucy have the food handled, and everyone else will be here soon.” I nodded, taking a deep
I woke up with a jolt, a sharp pain shooting through my lower abdomen. My heart raced as I tried to breathe through it, but the pain was unlike anything I had felt before. I shifted in bed, and that’s when I felt it—something wet between my legs. Panic surged through me as I reached down and my hand came away sticky, covered in blood. “No…” I whispered, my voice trembling. This couldn’t be happening. Not now. I threw the covers off, and the sight of the blood made my stomach lurch. I screamed, unable to control the terror rising in me. My mind raced as my eyes darted around the room, finally landing on the calendar. The date. I froze. It was the same day I lost my baby in the other future. The same date that had haunted me for months. I felt my breath catch in my throat, and tears blurred my vision as fear gripped me like a vice. “Anton!” I screamed again, louder this time, desperate for him to come. The pain intensified, and I was clutching my stomach, praying that this wasn’t
The world around me was upside down. The remnants of the crash echoed in my ears, and my body ached from the impact. Panic surged through me as I glanced to my right—Alina lay unconscious, her head tilted at an unnatural angle against the broken glass. Blood smeared her face, and my heart dropped.“Alina!” I shouted, but my voice came out hoarse and weak. I struggled against my seatbelt, fumbling with the clasp, desperate to reach her. The car was upside down, and every instinct screamed at me to get her out. Finally, the belt gave way, and I fell onto the ceiling of the car, my body protesting as I rolled over to her.“Please, wake up,” I pleaded, shaking her gently. “Alina, please!”She didn’t respond. Panic clawed at my throat, threatening to choke me. I grabbed her shoulders, shaking her again, but her eyes remained closed. “Alina!” I couldn’t let fear take over. I had to focus. I pulled myself out of the car, wincing as pain shot through my body. My arm felt heavy, and a sharp a
The hours stretched into what felt like an eternity. I sat on the cold floor of the hospital hallway, my heart racing as I watched the chaos unfold around me. Natalie was on the verge of breaking down, her sobs echoing through corridor. Zack was doing his best to console her, murmuring soft reassurances while trying to keep his own anxiety at bay. I glanced at the ER doors, willing them to open. Each second felt like a lifetime as my mind raced with thoughts of Alina. What was happening inside? I couldn’t shake the memories of the accident, the vision of her lifeless body. I squeezed my eyes shut, forcing myself to breathe, to stay grounded. “Anton,” Zack said softly, kneeling beside me, his eyes heavy with concern. “She’s strong. You have to believe she’ll pull through.” “I can’t lose her, Zack. I can’t,” I whispered, my voice trembling. “I know,” he replied, placing a reassuring hand on my shoulder. “Just hold on. We’re all here for her.”Hours passed in silence. I couldn’t eat,
As the car rolled toward the villa, a wave of nostalgia washed over me. It felt surreal to finally be going home, to be leaving the hospital behind with my son cradled safely in my arms. Linton. Just saying his name brought a warmth to my heart that made me feel whole. Anton glanced at me, his eyes filled with that same awe I felt. “Can you believe we’re finally doing this?” he asked, his voice a gentle caress in the soft air of the car. I smiled, glancing down at our little boy, who was sleeping soundly, his tiny hands curled into little fists. “It feels like a dream,” I whispered, fighting back tears. “A beautiful, overwhelming dream.” “More like a miracle,” Anton replied, his expression softening as he looked back at the road. “I can’t wait to show him our home.” As we pulled up to the villa, I could see the lights flickering warmly from the windows, and my heart swelled with emotion. The house was filled with memories, laughter, and now, the promise of new beginnings. As we
The villa was a picture-perfect scene of Christmas cheer. Twinkling lights adorned the exterior, casting a warm glow over the snow-dusted garden, while a large Christmas tree stood proudly in the living room, its ornaments glinting in the soft light. The scent of fresh pine and cinnamon filled the air, mingling with the laughter and chatter of friends and family. Alina held her one-month-old daughter close, cradling the tiny bundle in her arms as guests arrived. She smiled, watching as Linton and Gabriel practically hovered around her, peering down at the baby with wide-eyed wonder. “Is she really my sister?Sometimes it feels like a dream mommy.” Linton asked for the tenth time, his voice filled with awe. Alina chuckled softly. “Yes, sweetheart. She’s really your sister. You got exactly what you asked Santa for last Christmas.” Linton beamed, reaching out a cautious hand to touch his sister’s tiny fingers. “Hi, baby sister,” he whispered. “ I’ll always protect you.” Gabriel,
The doorbell rang, and Alina smiled, knowing exactly who it was. A few moments later, Linton’s excited voice echoed through the hall as he raced toward the door to greet his best friend, Gabriel. “Gabriel!” Linton yelled, throwing the door open and giving his friend a high-five. Gabriel grinned as he stepped inside, holding a little gift bag in his hand. “Hey, Linton! Hi, Aunt Alina!” Gabriel greeted, his eyes wide with excitement as he approached her. “How’s the baby?” Alina chuckled, patting her belly. “Getting bigger every day, Gabriel. And she’s quite active today.” Linton immediately perched himself beside his mom, his eyes sparkling with interest. “Can I talk to her again, Mommy?” he asked with a shy smile. “Of course, sweetheart.” She smoothed down her shirt and leaned back so the boys could get closer. Gabriel scooted onto the couch beside Alina, looking both curious and excited. He handed her the little gift bag, inside of which was a small stuffed bunny with floppy ea
Alina rested on the couch, a blanket draped over her legs and her hand resting on her rounded belly. At seven months pregnant, her baby bump was unmistakable, and it was a joy to see how much it had become a part of the family’s daily life. From Anton’s frequent hand resting over her belly to Linton’s fascination with “talking” to his baby sibling, the whole house seemed to radiate warmth and anticipation. Linton, bursting with excitement, had clambered up onto the couch beside her, his small hands gingerly placed over her belly as if holding a fragile treasure. He leaned in close, his expression serious as he started whispering to the baby. “Hi, baby sis,” Linton said, his voice soft but filled with excitement. “It’s me, Linton, your big brother! I can’t wait to meet you, and I’m gonna teach you everything I know. We’re gonna play so many games, and I’ll teach you how to draw dinosaurs and superheroes. And… and I’ll share my toys, too!” Alina chuckled, resting her hand over his.
Alina gently ruffled Linton’s hair, nudging him awake. Anton was already up, sipping his coffee in the kitchen, as she whispered to their son, "Wake up, Linton. I have a surprise for you today." Linton’s eyes fluttered open, and he rubbed them with his small fists, his face brightening instantly at the word “surprise.” “A surprise? Where are we going, Mommy?” Alina smiled. “You’ll see soon enough. Go get dressed, and we’ll be on our way.” As Linton scrambled out of bed and rushed to get ready, Alina made her way to the kitchen. She kissed Anton on the cheek, feeling a surge of excitement about the secret she was about to share. She had been working on a special painting for weeks, pouring her heart into every brushstroke, and today, she would finally reveal it. “Where are we off to this morning?” Anton asked, raising an eyebrow with curiosity as he sipped his coffee. “Just a little outing to the gallery. I have something special to show you both,” Alina replied, her eyes twin
Alina and Anton pulled into the driveway of David and Isabella’s home. Their hearts were light, filled with the warmth of their recent trip to Paris and the excitement of reuniting with their little one. As they stepped out of the car, Linton’s energy was palpable; he bounced on his feet, his eyes sparkling with anticipation as he saw his parents getting down the car. "Mom-dad I missed you so much." Linton hugged their legs. Anton picked him up in his arms. “Are we ready to see Gabriel?” Anton asked, ruffling Linton’s hair. “Yes! I want to show him the new toys you brought!” Linton exclaimed, practically dragging his parents toward the front door. Alina chuckled at her son’s enthusiasm. “Hold on, buddy. Let’s not rush too much. We’ve got to make sure we greet everyone first.” They rang the doorbell, and moments later, David swung the door open, a wide grin lighting up his face. “Welcome back, you guys! We missed you! Literally ever since Linton got to know you are coming he h
Steam filled the bathroom, the warm mist clinging to the glass walls of the shower as water falling softly. Alina leaned against the cool tiles, her body relaxing under the hot spray. She felt a gentle touch at her waist, and without opening her eyes, she knew it was Anton. "Mind if I join you?" his deep voice rumbled softly in her ear, a smile evident in his tone. Alina smiled and turned slightly, glancing over her shoulder. "Of course sweetheart. You never need permission." Anton chuckled, stepping closer, his hands slowly trailing up her arms, pulling her back against his chest. The heat of his body mixed with the warmth of the water, enveloping her in comfort and safety. "I thought I’d be polite today so I was asking for permission," he teased, his lips brushing against the side of her neck, sending a shiver down her spine. Alina leaned her head back, resting it against his shoulder. "You? Polite?" she teased back, the warmth of his breath tickling her skin. "Hey, I c
David's house was alive with the sounds of giggles and shuffling papers as Linton and Gabriel sat side by side at the large wooden dining table, their books spread out before them. “Got it!” Gabriel declared triumphantly, holding up his math workbook. Linton, still scribbling away on his own page, glanced at him with a smirk. “You think you’re fast, huh? Let me check that.” He leaned over, playfully scrutinizing Gabriel’s work. “Hmm... looks right, but I bet I can finish mine faster.” “Oh, it’s on!” Gabriel grinned, and they both dove back into their homework with renewed energy. Isabella stood at the kitchen counter, watching the boys with a fond smile. She was whipping up pancake batter for their afternoon snack, the aroma of freshly made batter already filling the air. The kitchen was warm and inviting. She glanced over her shoulder at David, who was reading on the couch, occasionally glancing up to chuckle at the boys' competitive banter. “I love how determined they are,
The next day, Paris greeted us with a warm breeze and a clear blue sky.Anton was already up, sipping on his coffee by the window as he admired the view. I walked over to him, still in my pajamas, and leaned against his arm, taking in the sight of the Eiffel Tower standing tall in the distance. “We’re really doing this, huh?” I asked, smiling as I looked up at him. Anton grinned, setting his cup down on the table. “Absolutely. Are you ready for a day of cliches and tourist photos?” I laughed, nodding. “I wouldn’t have it any other way.” An hour later, we were standing at the foot of the Eiffel Tower, and despite the crowds around us, I couldn’t help but feel the excitement bubbling up inside. Anton had his camera ready, capturing moments before we even started climbing. Every few steps, he’d stop, turn to me with that teasing smile, and snap a picture—of me laughing, of us together, of the view. "Okay, one more,” Anton said, holding up his phone, getting us both into the fram
Anton’s hand brushed softly against the small of my back as we entered the suite, his touch lingering just a little longer than necessary. I looked around, taking in the breathtaking view from the floor-to-ceiling windows that overlooked the city of Paris. The Eiffel Tower sparkled in the distance. Everything about this place felt perfect—luxurious and romantic. The door clicked shut behind us, and the sound echoed in the quiet, intimate space. I placed my purse on the plush chair near the window and took a deep breath, letting the atmosphere of the city sink in. “We’re really here,” I said softly, more to myself than to Anton. Anton chuckled behind me, his arms sliding around my waist. “We are. No distractions. No meetings. Just you, me, and Paris.” I leaned back against him, closing my eyes and enjoying the warmth of his embrace. For the first time in what felt like forever, we had no obligations pulling us in different directions. Just us. I turned in his arms, looking up a