MasukThree months earlier.....
(Evelyn pov) I couldn’t stop smiling. Humming gently, I placed the new bouquet of roses in the crystal vase, fine-tuning each stem to reach perfection. The fragrant scent of lilies and roses permeated the air, mixing with the cozy scent of vanilla candles dancing on the dining table. Everything needed to be perfect, just as our love. In two nights, Sebastian and I will be celebrating our anniversary. Our fifth year of celebration. Five years filled with love, joy, and common aspirations. I ran my fingers along the exquisite silverware, imagining how his eyes would sparkle when he walked in, how his lips would turn into that unique, sincere smile, the one he saved just for me. But that wasn’t all. This anniversary was going to be even more special. I softly placed my hand on my abdomen, a warmth radiating within me. Sebastian was about to become a father. The mere idea flooded me with warmth, blending feelings of excitement and anxious anticipation in my chest. I bit my lip, unable to suppress the grin pulling at the edges of my lips. I discovered it a week ago, but I wanted to wait for the right moment to inform him. And what could be more ideal than our anniversary? A day already filled with love, memories, and promise, it seemed perfect. I had dedicated the last few days to organizing every detail, hoping the unveiling would be as meaningful as the announcement itself. The present had been arranged, a stylish, engraved watch, thoughtfully selected to complement his taste. However, it was the note on the reverse that conveyed the true significance: Best Husband and soon to be Dad. I imagined that moment countless times in my mind. The manner in which his eyebrows would crease subtly while he examined the inscription, then rise in understanding. The manner in which his eyes would deepen in color with feeling, perhaps even shimmer. He would look at me, really look at me, and in that moment, I understood I would witness it all: the affection, the happiness, the astonishment. And then, just like I imagined each time, his hands would gently hold my face, his lips meeting mine in a kiss so profound, so powerful, that I’d dissolve completely into him. A laugh slipped from my mouth as I grabbed my phone, calling the one person who always knew how to make surprises even better Vanessa. My cousin and best friend. The person I trusted more than anyone. The call barely rang before her voice chirped through the line. “Eve! To what do I owe this honor?” I laughed. “Hey, Nessa. What are you up to?” “Oh, you know. Just dealing with life’s chaos. What about you?” “I need your help with something special.” Her interest piqued. “Special? Do tell.” I took a deep breath, my excitement bubbling over. “Sebastian and I have our anniversary in two nights, and I want to plan the most perfect evening ever. A private dinner, candlelight, soft music, all his favorite dishes. And…” I hesitated for dramatic effect. “And?” she prompted. “I’m pregnant.” A loud squeak erupted from the phone, causing me to chuckle. “Are you for real?” Oh my goodness, Eve! This is incredible! "Has Sebastian found out yet?" “No,” I said, grinning. “I want to tell him that night. I got him a watch with the message engraved on it.” "That’s really cute!" He will be extremely happy. I exhaled softly, already envisioning his response. "I wish for that." "Are you joking?" Of course, he will be! Alright, we have to organize this properly. Where would you like to have dinner? "Home or a fancy restaurant?" I chewed on my lip, debating. “I thought about a restaurant, but then I figured something more intimate would be better. Just us, in our home, where we started everything. No distractions, no outside noise, just me and him.” Vanessa let out a delighted squeal. “That’s actually perfect! You can control everything, the setting, the food, the lighting. Plus, it’ll be cozy. He’ll love it.” Relief washed over me, easing the tiny knots of doubt I hadn’t even realized were forming. “I was hoping you’d say that. I need help setting things up. Will you come over the night before?” “Of course, babe. We’ll make it a night to remember. I’ll even bring wine, and we can celebrate early! Maybe do a little practice run, taste-test some of the food, go over the playlist, make sure everything’s just right.” I laughed, warmth blooming in my chest. “That sounds perfect. I don’t know what I’d do without you.” “Lucky for you, you’ll never have to find out,” she teased. “Now, tell me, what’s on the menu? We need something delicious but also a little sexy.” "You’re amazing, Nessa." She chuckled. “I’m aware.” However, I genuinely feel pleased for you, Eve. "You merit every bit of joy that exists." She laughed. “I know. But, seriously, I’m happy for you, Eve. You deserve all the happiness in the world.” Her words filled my heart with joy. “Thanks, love. I just hope I can reach Sebastian soon to confirm his schedule.” I glanced at the clock. He should be finishing work about now. I dialed his number, but it rang endlessly before his secretary picked up. “Good evening, Mrs. Rodgers.” “Hi, Lily. Is Sebastian free?” There was a brief silence, and I could hear the soft tapping of a keyboard. “I apologize, but Mr. Rodgers is currently in a significant meeting.” He asked not to be interrupted. I frowned, disappointment creeping in. “Oh… okay. Do you know when he’ll be free?” “I’m uncertain, ma’am, but I can pass along a message for him.” I forced a smile. “That would be great. Simply let him know I called.” Just as I was ready to conclude the call, a sudden ping resonated in the air. Vanessa’s phone. I heard her shuffle, then a soft inhale. A pause. A hesitation. “Nessa?” I asked, tilting my head. “Everything okay?” “Yeah.” A little too fast. “Just a message from work.” However, there was something in her tone that caused my stomach to churn. It was faint, perhaps a small pause, a bit too much strain to appear relaxed, but I knew her too well to miss it. A moment later, she chuckled softly, the noise light and rehearsed. "Regardless, try not to worry excessively about Sebastian." You’re aware of how he acts when he’s occupied. Simply concentrate on the surprise. “It will be perfect, Eve.” I paused, gripping my phone more tightly with my fingers. The discomfort remained, a slight murmur in my thoughts, yet I managed to smile. Perhaps I was overanalyzing the situation. “You’re correct,” I replied, breathing out gently. "It will be perfect."He froze, his expression faltering just for a moment.The words seemed to strike somewhere deeper than anger could reach. His jaw clenched, but the fire in his eyes wavered. The silence stretched again—thick, fragile, and heavy with everything we hadn’t said in years.I saw it then, that flicker beneath the hardness—the same man who once whispered promises into my hair under the dim glow of our old apartment’s kitchen light, telling me he’d never let the world touch us. That version of him still existed, buried beneath the armor and the scars, but he was a stranger now.“Evelyn…” His voice cracked slightly, the fight bleeding out of it. “You think I wanted to leave? You think I didn’t try—”“Don’t,” I whispered, my throat tight. “Don’t rewrite it now.”He stepped closer, the heat of his body radiating against mine. I could smell the faint trace of cologne and smoke clinging to his shirt, the scent of something distant, dangerous, familiar. “You don’t know what I’ve seen,” he said, his
The house was quiet again, but not in the warm, familiar way it used to be.The silence now had weight—an invisible heaviness that pressed against my chest, that seeped into the walls, the floor, the very air I breathed. It wasn’t peaceful silence. It was the kind that listens. The kind that waits. The kind that knows.Every creak of the house sounded like accusation.Every breath felt like confession.After the birthday chaos, after the laughter and the cake, after Sebastian’s sudden presence had pulled the ground out from under me, I had thought maybe—just maybe—I could breathe again. For one fleeting second, I’d let myself believe that the world could be stitched back together with frosting and candles.But children have a way of asking the questions adults don’t dare to voice.And mine… mine weren’t going to let me hide.The walls still held the echoes of last night—laughter that had come too easily, too desperately; the faint tremor of surprise when Sebastian appeared; the way hi
POV: Evelyn The morning after the birthday felt nothing like a celebration. Streamers still hung limply from the walls, half-deflated balloons cluttered the floor, and the faint scent of frosting lingered in the air. But instead of laughter, the house was wrapped in silence so thick it pressed against my skin. The children moved about quietly, deliberately, as if every sound might shatter what little peace we had left. I tried to keep busy. I gathered plates from the table, stacked cups, wiped down counters that didn’t need wiping. My hands moved with restless precision, but my mind was chaos—replaying every second of Sebastian standing in this house, every glance, every hesitant smile, every unspoken wound. The echo of his voice lingered in the corners of the room. Even now, it clung to the air like a ghost that refused to leave. I hated that I could still hear it. I hated more that a part of me didn’t want to forget. “Mummy?” Rolland’s voice broke the stillness. I turned
The silence stretched for a heartbeat too long, heavy and fragile all at once. The air felt thick, as if even the walls were holding their breath, waiting for someone to move first. Evelyn looked away, pretending to busy herself with clearing crumbs from the table, anything to avoid the familiarity in his voice.Anastasia didn’t notice the tension; she was already onto the next box, dragging it toward Sebastian with both hands. “This one’s from Rolland!” she announced proudly.Sebastian’s eyes flickered toward his eldest son. “Is it?” His tone was light, but his voice trembled at the edges.Rolland gave a stiff nod, refusing to meet his father’s gaze. “I—I made it,” he muttered, his fingers twisting the edge of his shirt.Sebastian swallowed hard. “Then I’m honored.” He opened the box carefully, as if afraid to damage whatever lay inside. When he pulled out a small wooden airplane—roughly carved, uneven but full of care—his breath hitched. He turned it over in his hands, tracing the g
Liam didn’t move, but his jaw tightened. “I’m not starting. I’m reminding you. There’s a difference.”Her breath hitched, but she held his gaze. “You think I don’t know what I’m walking into? You think I haven’t been preparing for this moment since the second I said yes to the children?”He sighed, running a hand through his hair, eyes flicking toward the clock on the wall. “Preparing doesn’t make it hurt any less.”“Neither does hiding.” The words came out softer than she intended, almost a whisper. She turned back to the window, the reflection of her face faint in the glass—composed on the outside, chaos underneath. “They need this. I can handle it.”“Can you?” he asked quietly.The question lingered in the air, heavier than the silence that followed.Evelyn’s fingers brushed against the edge of the curtain, tracing the fabric without realizing it. “I have to,” she said finally. “Because if I can’t face him now, then he still owns a part of me. And I won’t give him that.”For a mome
The morning sun spilled through the curtains, scattering gold across the living room. Streamers crisscrossed the walls, balloons bobbed in clusters near the corners, and the faint scent of chocolate cake drifted from the kitchen.It was the first time the house had felt alive in weeks.Kent sat propped up on the couch, still pale but smiling faintly, his eyes glowing brighter than they had since the hospital. A soft blanket was tucked around him, his small frame dwarfed by the cushions. Rolland crouched in front of him, holding up two different sets of ribbons like they were sacred artifacts.“Blue or gold? You pick, Kent. It’s your birthday.”Kent blinked at the ribbons, his lips twitching in the smallest of smiles. His hand—still weak, trembling slightly—lifted and pointed toward the blue.“Blue it is!” Rolland announced triumphantly, puffing out his chest like a hero who had just won a great battle.Anastasia clapped her hands, the sound light and sweet, and skipped to Muna’s side







