Sarah's POV“It’s raining outside, do you want to watch something?” Ethan entered the room carrying a tray of snacks.I glanced at the tray and saw its contents. For a moment, I felt disappointed because the snacks I had hoped for were savory chips with a bit of spice. Still, instead, he brought me an assortment of berries, other fruit slices, and smoothies. He really has no tolerance for what I want to eat.But he had a point; I have not been good at controlling my cravings lately. If I gave in, I would eat anything that looked tempting. Thankfully, Ethan is pretty strict about it, and he brings me back to my senses. After all, this is for Kenari’s sake. He shouldn’t be eating unhealthy food from my stomach.I needed to resist. “Sure, is there something you’d like to watch?” I grabbed the remote from the table and turned on the TV, which was nearly twice as wide as the door to the room.Ethan placed the wooden tray on the bed, then sat and made himself comfortable beside me. “Just br
Sarah's POV“I’ll introduce you to him once he’s born,” I gently touched her round cheek. I felt a warmth of joy inside.The little girl was genuinely adorable. Her round hazel eyes, small and full red lips, and tiny face with chubby cheeks even softer than a squishy toy made her irresistibly cute. Not only was she charming, but she also had a missing front tooth that added even more to her appeal.Oh my gosh, I couldn’t help but fall in love with her. Her sweet, captivating charm ultimately drew me in.She extended her tiny hand to me, her chubby fingers clenched, but her pinky finger stood straight up. “Do you promise?”Her question made me smile again. “Yes, I promise.” I linked my pinky finger with hers and pulled her closer. “You haven’t told me your name yet.”“Oh, right! I forgot.” She slapped her forehead a little too hard, which startled me, and I quickly grabbed her head, afraid she might tumble backward. “It’s okay, it’s okay, I’m fine,” she said, extending her arms again,
Sarah's POV –“Papa, I’m home.” Grace ran toward him and threw herself into his arms.I smiled at the sight of her being so close to her father, especially after learning that she only had him as her mother had passed away. It pained me to think that, at such a young age, she carried the immense loss of her mother during the time when she should be showered with her care.“She’s adorable, isn’t she?” I turned to Ethan and noticed the surprised look on his face.What’s going on? Why did he make that expression when he saw Grace’s father? Did they have some sort of conflict? Does this mean I should keep my distance from Grace? Ah... now I’m starting to worry.I tugged at Ethan’s fingers to snap him out of it. “What’s wrong, Ethan?” I asked softly.“Papa, Sarah and Uncle brought me home,” Grace's voice drew my attention again as Richard looked our way. I watched them walk toward us, and her father’s expression was the same as Ethan’s—surprised.Carrying Grace, he approached us. “Oh?” He
Sarah POV -“Do you not have a good relationship with James?” I turned to him as he opened the door for me.He glanced at me briefly. “Why do you ask?” He guided me inside carefully, still faithfully holding my hand and supporting my body.I shook my head lightly. “It’s nothing, I’m just curious. You two don’t seem to communicate well. Every time you start talking, it sounds like you're trying to punch and counter each other, then move on to the next attack.”I heard him chuckle softly. “Does it really sound like that?”I nodded. “Yes, it sounds like that and it looks like that. But strangely, your conversations go smoothly. You ask, and he answers, explains, and gives information. I thought he was really neglecting Grace.”I sighed, thinking it would have been the worst if that were true. But thankfully, it wasn’t, even though I had already misunderstood James. I thought he wasn’t a good father, but I didn’t know what he’d been through, what he’d done to raise his daughter alone and
Sarah POV"Do you not have a good relationship with James?" I glanced at him as he opened the door for me.He briefly looked at me. "Why do you ask?" He guided me inside carefully, still faithfully holding my hand and supporting my body.I shook my head lightly. "No reason, just curious. You two don't seem to communicate well. Every time you start a conversation, it sounds like you're both trying to hit and parry each other before launching another attack."I heard a small laugh from him. "Does it really sound like that?"I nodded. "Yes, that's how it sounds, and it looks like that too. But strangely enough, your conversations go one way. You finish them pretty well. You ask questions, and he answers, explains, and provides information. I thought he really neglected Grace."I sighed. For me, that would be the worst if it were true. But luckily, it wasn't. Even though I had already misunderstood James, thinking he wasn’t a good father. I didn't know what he had been through, raising hi
Sarah POV “Good morning, Miss Sarah. How are you today?” The doctor who regularly manages my pregnancy greeted me with her usual friendly demeanor.I smiled in response. “I’m good, Doctor,” I replied, pulling a chair across from her.The doctor began by reviewing my previous pregnancy reports. “Any complaints recently, Miss? How’s your pregnancy going?” she asked, briefly meeting my gaze before returning to the documents.Lately, there haven't been as many issues as the first and second trimesters. Both those stages were incredibly challenging. In the first trimester, I lost a lot of weight, which caused Ethan to panic.During the second trimester, though the severe nausea had subsided, my body still took a long time to adjust.But now, I could smile and answer, “No complaints, Doctor. Everything’s been fine with the pregnancy lately, though it’s getting a bit hard to move around.”The doctor smiled again. “That’s because the baby is growing healthily, and the weight has increased.”
Sarah's POVEthan immediately adjusted everything accordingly when I heard that we were having a boy. He called the decorators to prepare the room with a baby boy theme.Blue, white, and yellow dominated his chosen colors for the room's design. "Do you like it?" he glanced at me as I stood at the doorway.Meanwhile, Ethan was inside, moving around to arrange everything. He forbade me from entering, saying the smell of the paint was still too strong and could bother my senses. He was right. Even from a distance, I could still see the pungent paint fumes.I smiled and nodded. "Yes, I love it. I'm sure our little one will love it too. If he knew his dad prepared all of this for him, he’d be so happy."During my pregnancy, Ethan seemed happy, but his emotions during the first and second trimesters were quite complex. He was joyful, yet at the same time, he looked anxious, worried, and full of confusion. He expressed his concerns by forbidding me from doing many things and becoming overly
Ethan's POV"Sarah, what's going on? What happened?" I panicked and rushed into the bathroom after hearing her cry. I found Sarah bracing herself against the wall, visibly in pain, stretching her arms.I quickly turned off the faucet, grabbed a towel, and wrapped it around her. She clung to me, wrapping her arms around my shoulders. "I think I'm having contractions... I think it's time.""Time to give birth?" I looked at her, shocked.Even though we had prepared everything and eagerly anticipated this day, I still felt nervous when it finally arrived. I had researched what to do when Sarah went into labor, preparing myself as best as possible.But what you think and face are two very different things. My mind went utterly blank, overwhelmed with panic and fear. I repeatedly took deep breaths to calm myself as I helped Sarah get dressed."Okay, we’re heading to the hospital now. I’m taking you there." Once she was dressed, I lifted her and carried her downstairs, gently placing her in