OliviaMy baby shower, the wonderful display of friendship, love, and family was shattered by the fight. Now, all that was left in its wake was the sound of Ryan’s car receding down the street. That was when the murmurs began.I could hear Janet, one of our neighbors, whispering to another mother.“This isn’t right,” she hissed, clutching her child’s hand tightly, drawing him away. “It’s not safe here. And the nerve of her, entertaining two men!”The comments were insinuations, cloaked in feigned concern. I could feel the weight of their stares, like stones being cast at me. I wanted to scream, to explain that this wasn’t at all what it looked like. That Ryan had disappeared on me, never once showing concern for our unborn child.And now, he just showed up out of nowhere, expecting… what, exactly?A surge of anger welled up inside of me as I watched the other guests filter out and heard their murmurs of disapproval, but I forced it down. I wouldn’t give them the satisfaction of seeing
OliviaThe beach stretched ahead, an unending carpet of pale sands kissing the obsidian water under the canopy of twilight.The sea sang its nightly lullaby, and the receding sun cast long, wavering shadows across the sand. Nathan’s silhouette was just one of them, a dark outline against the shimmering expanse of the horizon.As I drew closer, my heart raced in a symphony of uncertainty and hope. He looked handsome as he stood as still as a statue, looking out over the waters. I joined him, quietly stopping at his side.The blanket, tucked securely under my arm, suddenly felt heavy.“Hey,” I whispered now that I had finally reached him. The word hung in the air for a moment before dissipating into the gentle hum of the waves.He looked up, a silent acknowledgment of my presence. “Olivia,” he said after a moment, “what are you doing out here? You should be resting.”Frowning, I extended the blanket to him. “You should wrap this around yourself,” I murmured in response. “It’s getting co
OliviaThe coastline greeted me with a peaceful aura the next morning. As the soft light of dawn painted the sky in hues of pink and orange, I was momentarily distracted by the smell of bacon wafting through the open window of my bedroom.It was unusual for me to wake up to the aroma of a cooked meal. Not only that, but the sound of someone knocking and calling my name.“Olivia? You awake?”It was Nathan.I sat up, adjusting my hair, which had gone wild during sleep.“Um, yeah,” I said, my voice gravelly from sleep. “Come in.”And there he was. Nathan, standing by the doorway with a tray filled with delectable breakfast goodies: pancakes stacked high with a dollop of butter on top, crispy bacon, freshly squeezed orange juice, and a small vase with a single wildflower.“For you,” he began sheepishly, avoiding my gaze.“I didn’t expect this,” I admitted, eyes wide.“I thought I’d make it up to you after last night.” He placed the tray on the bedside table. “Sorry, Olivia.”We adjusted o
OliviaThe sun was beginning to set that day, casting a gentle amber hue over the horizon, and I sat alone on the balcony, lost in thought.The rhythmic sounds of the waves crashing on the shore served as a soothing backdrop. An old book lay on my lap, its pages unread and untouched. Nathan’s touch still lingered on my skin, his kiss still lingered on my lips, and his words kept echoing in my ears.“I want some say in the prenatal things, and want to know if it’s twins or not.”I took a deep breath, looking out over the sea.For some reason, I felt terrified to find out about the life growing inside of me. My due date was so close, and yet I still knew nothing about what to expect.All along, I had been content with not knowing, but now that Nathan had expressed wanting to know as a stipulation of our arrangement, I wasn’t so sure if I had ever been content with it to begin with.Was I avoiding the truth because of fear?Nathan had been nothing but understanding, supportive, and carin
OliviaThe following days after the clinic visit were a whirlwind of emotions and planning. The villa was filled with a kind of energy that was palpable, even with just the two of us there. We moved from one room to another, discussing baby names and making plans for the nursery.“I’ve always liked the name ‘Aria’ for a girl,” I mused, looking through a baby names book.“Hmm, Aria,” Nathan murmured, letting the name roll off his tongue. “It's musical, just like her mother.”A soft blush spread across my cheeks. “Musical?” I asked. “I fail to see what’s so ‘musical’ about me.”“Oh, come on, Olivia,” Nathan teased, poking me in the shoulder. “Have you really forgotten all about your love for 80s rock music when we were kids? And your penchant for dancing, even when there was no music playing?”I felt my face turn an even deeper shade of red at the mention of those memories. “You know, Nathan,” I laughed, nudging him back. “Some memories are better left untouched. Alright, so Aria is on
Olivia“We’re throwing a gender reveal party,” Angela said, brushing past me and into the villa like she owned the place.“We?” I asked, watching her with wide eyes. Her arms were full of decorations, streamers, and bags of goodies. “Who’s ‘we’? What are you talking about, Angela?”Angela, setting her things down on the dining room table, turned back to face me with her hands on her hips and a fire in her eyes. “You heard me,” she said, flashing me a toothy grin. “It’s been a week since you found out about your twins. It’s about time we throw an official party. You haven’t told everyone yet, have you?”I shook my head, still a bit taken aback by my friend’s tenacity. “No,” I said. “Just you.”“Good.”With that, Angela got to work. For the next several hours, the villa was a flurry of activity. Blue and pink streamers were put up, blue and pink balloons were inflated, blue and pink cupcakes were baked… By five o-clock, the entire villa had transformed into one giant ball of pastel.Nat
OliviaThe whispers and rustling of paper could be heard in the living room, but I was too busy trying to understand how Angela could keep a secret like this. She had a knack for being unpredictable.“Come on, Olivia! You have to pop it!” Angela urged, placing a sizable balloon in my hand, a smirk playing on her lips as she guided me over to the center of the room where everyone was gathered and waiting for me.I raised an eyebrow, hesitating. “This isn’t going to explode with glitter or something, is it?”Her laughter echoed. “No, silly! Inside there's confetti that will reveal the gender of your baby. Everyone’s dying to know!”I furrowed my brow slightly, wondering how Angela would pull this one off. Blue and pink confetti, perhaps? Not only that, but I hated standing like this in front of people, especially right now. I felt just like this balloon: overinflated and ready to pop.And yet, as I scanned the room, I saw the eager faces of our friends and family. Their anticipation was
OliviaIt was supposed to be a celebration, a gathering of friends and family. The party had been my idea, a last hurrah before the twins arrived. But as I stepped outside for some fresh air, a cramp surged through me, leaving me clutching the bottom rung of the treehouse ladder.“Olivia?” Nathan’s voice held a note of panic. He rushed to my side, his warm hand on my lower back. “What’s wrong?”The cramp subsided as quickly as it came. I forced a shaky smile.“It’s nothing,” I replied, feeling the need to reassure him—and myself. “I’m just tired and a bit sore. You know, typical third-trimester stuff.”He eyed me with a skeptical look flashing through his blue-green eyes but nodded nonetheless. “I thought you looked a little pale earlier,” he said gently, looping his arm around my waist. “Let me help you up to your room. You need to rest.”I sighed, glancing back towards the lively gathering inside. “But the party, Nathan. I need to tend to our guests.”He chuckled, his deep blue eyes
OliviaI gripped the edges of the podium, my knuckles whitening from the strain as I stared out over the sea of faces. All eyes were trained squarely on me, awaiting my words. But I was frozen.A tremor of nausea wormed its way up my throat as I stared out at them. What was I thinking—how could I have ever agreed to this? Speaking to crowds had never been my forte; that was Nathan’s arena, not mine. I was just the woman behind the scenes, the young mom who had never gone to college, the one who had been handed her job by her husband…Suddenly, a flicker of motion off to the side caught my eye—Nathan, standing just at the edge of the stage with his arms folded across his chest. Even from this distance, I could feel the weight of his steady gaze, that piercing Alpha stare that always seemed to see straight into the depths of my soul.He must have sensed my faltering because, slowly, deliberately, he offered me the faintest of smiles and a single, reassuring nod.And just like that, the
Olivia I looped my arm through Nathan’s as we stepped down from the podium, the applause from the crowd and the flashing of cameras having finally subsided after what felt like an eternity. “It’s over,” Nathan beamed, giving my arm a squeeze. “That wasn’t so bad.” I couldn’t help but grin back at him. “No, it wasn’t. You were great up there.” And he really had been great; the press conference had been an overwhelming success—any lingering doubts or trepidation we had harbored before had been utterly blown away by the sheer force of the crowd’s enthusiastic response. For so long, it had felt like we were fighting this battle alone, like the victims who had suffered under Dan’s horrific operation were little more than nameless, faceless casualties. But today, we had finally given them a voice. Their stories had reached the masses, had resonated and struck a chord with everyone who watched. Nathan had handled all of the questions that were thrown his way with poise and ease
OliviaI rapped my knuckles lightly on the door to Nathan’s office. A moment later, his voice called out, “Come in.”Stepping into the room, I placed my hands on my hips upon seeing the scene in front of me: Nathan was standing in front of the mirror, his shirt still untucked and his tie loosened. His desk was a mess of papers and folders, and it was clear that he had been checking over his notes last-minute before the press conference.
OliviaI wiped a bead of sweat from my brow, slowly turning to survey the progress that had been made in the park. The banners we had hung were a bold purple color, signifying our support of the women who had been affected by the trafficking ring.I couldn’t help but smile a bit as I looked at our progress. With the press conference today, followed by a festival to help raise funds for the shelter we were building, the park was bustling with activity as our pack members worked hard
NathanI leaned back in my chair with a weary sigh, pinching the bridge of my nose in a futile attempt to stave off the encroaching headache. Spread out on my desk was an array of file folders, legal pads scrawled with notes, and printed transcripts—a minefield of information that would need to be carefully navigated on the day of the upcoming press conference.It had been two weeks since Dan and Montgomery’s bodies were found in the confinement pit, and it had been a dizzyin
OliviaMy hands shook uncontrollably as I stepped up to the edge of the pit, clutching the metal grating until my knuckles turned white. A thick, cloying stench wafted up from the darkness below—the unmistakable reek of death and decay.Despite the waves of nausea already roiling in my gut, I leaned forward for a closer look.
OliviaThe air coming through the open windows smelled like the fresh sea breeze as we made our way from room to room, touring every nook and cranny of the newly completed cottage. It was perfect—cozy and quaint, while still boasting all the modern amenities one could want. But more than that, it was a sanctuary, a haven.A fresh start.
OliviaThe sound of power tools outside streamed in through the window while I folded the laundry, a distant backdrop to my swirling thoughts. I had grown used to the sound, and actually kind of enjoyed it. It was a reminder that life went on, that our family was growing.It had been a couple of weeks since I had made the decision to take a temporary leave from work in order to really focus on my family—on rebuilding that long-severed bond with my mother—and I was glad I did.
NathanI couldn’t stop the rage from simmering just beneath the surface as I made my way through the darkened forest toward the confinement pit. No one knew I was here—I was coming under the cover of night, my hair and face concealed by a hood.But I had to come. I couldn’t stop thinking about Dan and Montgomery, and I needed to see them.