ANASTASIA I was exhausted, mostly mentally, by the time I returned home. As I dragged my feet to the door, I made a mental list of the things I had to do. Pack some painting books for Amie… After we tried to reach Dennis and he didn't pick up. Amie had agreed that he might really be busy with wo
SHARON I rubbed my eyes as I let out a yawn. I squinted at the worksheet on the screen but the more I stared, the blurrier the words and figures became and the heavier my eyelids got. I was scared to go to bed because each time I closed my eyes to sleep, all I saw was Aiden and Anastasia, all lov
DENNIS Her beautiful laugh was the first sound I heard when I opened my eyes. Despite the ache in my head, my lips curled into a smile. That sound… it was enough to make my day. I peeked at her as I wondered what she was laughing over. Her back was to me as she sat on the edge of the bed. She was
DENNIS I was very selective with the things I got. I made sure to get the flowers she liked and only the gifts that she would cherish. I glanced at the flowers and gifts in the passenger seat as I drove into the hospital's compound and nodded to myself. She'd love them. I quickly found a parking s
AIDEN Finally, it was the day of the transplant. Today, the embryos will be tested and implanted in Ana. Before today, there have been several trips to the hospital. So many tests and precautions. It was exhausting and if it was not for my daughter, I might have backed out. The tests, thankfully,
ANASTASIA It's been weeks since the implant took place… weeks! Oh God. The mere thought of it stressed me more than I should be. The friendly doctor had said it would only take a few days, at most a week before we'd know if the procedure worked or not. After the first week, I had gone to him, s
ANASTASIA “Hello, miss, are you okay?“ The voice drifted in from a distance, it sounded far away… Then another, closer this time. “Oh God. I don't think we should keep hoping she'd wake up, call 911…“ it was a woman's voice and it tinged with great concern. “Miss, please wake u-“ “That's it! I'
I received a pornographic video."Do you like this?"The man speaking in the video is my husband, Mark, whom I haven't seen for several months. He is naked, his shirt and pants scattered on the ground, thrusting forcefully on a woman whose face I can't see, her plump and round breasts bouncing vigor