Micheal finally pulled into the hospital parking lot; Della's eyes scanned the building, her mind still reeling from the events that had transpired. She could feel the weight of the unknown settling in, and she knew that she needed to get her and the baby checked out as soon as possible.Micheal got out of the car and went round to open the door for Della. He gently helped her out of the car, and his grandmother quickly rushed over to take Della's arm, guiding her towards the hospital entrance.“I got you, Della. Let's keep going.” Mrs Thompson encouraged Della when she kept stopping. Feeling sick, Della mustered a smile and nodded. Inside the hospital, Della was led to a private room, where a nurse took her vitals and began to examine her. Micheal and Mrs Thompson sat in the waiting area, anxiously waiting for news.After an eternity, the doctor emerged from the room, looking relieved. "Well, it looks like you and the baby are doing well," she said, smiling. "But I want to stress t
As Xavier and Anna pulled apart and she went to shower, he sat on the bed thinking about things. His mind felt fuzzy, and he couldn't understand why, but Anna returned to the room and stood in the doorway. Anna smiled when she realised her little plan to get Xavier to want her and forget Della was slowly working. She could not wait to be Luna, and although Xavier had refused to put her wish as his top priority, she was sure he would be up for it now. “Xavier. Do you remember how you wanted me as your Luna?” Xavier's eyes narrowed slightly as he processed Anna's words. He had almost forgotten about their previous conversation, but now that she mentioned it, he did recall the eagerness in her eyes when she asked him to make her his Luna. "Anna, I appreciate your concern, but I'm happy with how things are now. And even if I weren't, I wouldn't want to be manipulated into choosing," Xavier said firmly. Anna's smile returned, but this time it seemed more calculating. "Oh, Xa
As Ethan sat in his car, waiting for Della to return, he couldn't help but notice the sound of tyres screeching to a halt behind him. He turned to see a recovery truck adorned with flashing lights and a bright yellow logo pulling up to Della's car. Ethan's eyes narrowed as he watched the truck come to a stop, and a technician in a bright orange vest jumped out of the driver's side door. The technician, a tall, lanky man with a rugged face, walked around the recovery truck and approached Della's car. He examined the vehicle momentarily before nodding to himself and reaching for his toolbox. Ethan's curiosity improved, and he leaned forward in his seat, trying to understand better what was happening. The technician quickly got to work, using specialised equipment to lift and extract the damaged car from the parking lot. As he worked, Ethan watched with a mix of fascination and unease. He couldn't believe that Della had left her car here, in this condition, and now it seemed like s
Anna's eyes felt dry and gritty as she stared at Martha, her mind reeling with the implications of what she had just said. "You're telling me that Ethan has been in love with me this whole time?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper. Martha nodded solemnly. "Yes, Anna. I've seen the way he looks at you, the way he talks about you. He's been pining for you for months, maybe even years." Anna felt a wave of nausea wash over her as she processed this information. She had been so oblivious to Ethan's feelings, and now it seemed like everyone else knew about it except for her. "Why didn't he say anything?" Anna asked, her anger and frustration simmering just below the surface. Martha shrugged. "I don't know, but I think he feared losing your friendship. He's been walking around with a broken heart for a long time, Anna." Anna felt a pang of guilt as she realised that she had been so focused on her problems that she hadn't even considered Ethan's feelings. She had always conside
"Della, be reasonable now, please." Micheal sighed heavily as Della stomped off towards his car. He understood she was worried, but she had to take it easy like the doctor had told her. Micheal knew how stubborn Della could be, but he felt drawn to her since that day they had met in the petrol station. He refused to let her out of his sight again. "Take me back to my car, please, Micheal. Thank you for your concerns, but me and this baby will be just fine." She insisted, refusing to meet Micheal or Mrs Thompson's concerned faces. "Della, stop being so stubborn!" Mrs. Thompson exclaimed, her voice rising in concern. "You're not thinking about the baby's safety or your own. What if you get into an accident? What if something happens to the baby?" But Della was having none of it. She crossed her arms over her chest and glared at Micheal and Mrs Thompson, her eyes flashing with defiance. "I told you, we're fine. We don't need your help," she spat, her voice dripping with venom
Della's eyes widened in surprise as Micheal's words hung in the air. She had never expected him to ask her to move in with him. "Michael, I don't know if that's a good idea," Della said hesitantly, trying to process her thoughts. Micheal's expression turned concerned. "Why not? You'll need a place to stay, and I have a spare room here. It's safe and secure, and I can provide you with the support you need.” he was determined to make Della realise she was better off saying yes because he wasn't about to take no for an answer. Della shook her head. "It's just...I don't know. My ex might try to find me. He's dangerous.” Micheal's face fell, but he didn't give up. "I understand that, but please, just consider it. I'll make sure you're comfortable and happy here. And I'll be here for you, no matter what. Della, believe me, you will be safe here, and nothing will get in the way of that.” Della felt a pang of guilt for rejecting him so quickly. She knew he was trying to help, b
Xavier watched as Ethan walked away from Anna. He didn't move a muscle until Ethan was entirely out of sight. It was not the first time that he had caught Ethan around Anna, and he could not help but start to wonder if there was something more going on. Was she cheating on him with Ethan? Was the child she was carrying even his? A slight growl left his mouth as he decided to confront Anna once and for all. He had given up everything for that girl because she had fallen pregnant. He thought about Della and how much he missed her with all his heart. She had never betrayed him and the pack had adored Della, he knew how stupid he had been to mess all that up. Martha's words kept ringing in his mind about Della being pregnant. He had been unsure if he could allow himself to believe it. All that time of trying, he had never happened for them. Why now? He wanted to put things straight and let her know that he could not continue a future with her. He would ensure that she was well taken
Michael woke up early, feeling refreshed after a good night's sleep. He lay in bed momentarily, thinking about the previous day's events. He had been worried about Della's safety, and he was relieved that she was finally feeling a bit better. Exiting the bed, he reached for his phone to check the time. It was 6:00 AM. He smiled to himself, thinking that he had enough time to fit in a morning run before starting his day. He dressed and headed out the door, going to the park for his usual 5-mile run. The cool morning air invigorated him, and he felt his worries melting away as he pounded the pavement. When he finished his run, Michael returned home to shower and prepare for the day. As he was getting dressed, his phone rang. He picked it up to hear his friend Jacksons' voice on the other end. "Hey, man! I just recovered Della's car from the impound lot," Jackson said. "It was in great shape, by the way. You can pick it up whenever you're free." Michael felt a surge of relief
The voice cut through the charged atmosphere like a knife, drawing all eyes to the new arrival. It was Sage, her features illuminated by the moonlight, casting a gentle glow that contradicted the tension in the clearing. She stood a few paces behind Xavier, her expression a mix of concern and frustration. "Sage," Xavier breathed, a flicker of hope igniting within him. He felt the weight of her presence, knowing she understood the stakes. But he also sensed her hesitation, the internal struggle playing out behind her eyes. “Leave, Sage,” Della warned, her lips curling into a snarl. “This doesn’t concern you.” “It concerns everyone,” she replied evenly, unwavering in the face of Della’s hostility. “Xavier, please, you’re letting your anger cloud your judgment. We need to think this through.” Micheal stepped forward, a menacing stance emanating from him. “Stay out of this, Sage. You should have kept him in line.” A flash of anger crossed her face, and she squared her shoulder
Observing from a distance, Xavier struggled to compose himself. He knew Sage would be mad at him for not listening to her and going all in without any proper plan. But he had had more than enough. Micheal and Della had taken the one thing he had always wanted from him: a son. He would not let her take his son away from him any longer. He waited patiently behind a twisted tree, the moonlight barely filtering through the dense canopy overhead. Xavier's heart raced as he watched the scene unfold in the clearing. His mind was tumultuous—rage, fear, and fierce determination. He knew he was about to cross a line, one he'd promised himself he wouldn't for the sake of his son. Sage had cautioned him time and again. "Patience, Xavier. We can't act without a plan." But she didn't understand. She hadn't lived through the torment he felt every day of his life since Micheal and Della had taken their son from him. The heartache was unbearable. He peered through the leaves, his breath stea
The morning light broke through the darkness, casting gentle beams over their small house, illuminating the remnants of their ordinary lives. Della stirred, still caught in a net of uncertainty, as her mind raced with thoughts of the impending journey. Part of her longed for the normalcy Michael had promised, while another part felt the weight of worry pressing down harder as she glanced at the clock; their departure loomed closer.The house was already alive with sounds of movement. Felix’s laughter echoed down the hallway, a buoyant reminder of innocence amidst their turbulent reality. Della smiled faintly, willing herself to focus on that joy. She slipped out of bed, her heart heavy yet resolved, knowing her son deserved every moment of happiness, even as they prepared for the unknown.When she entered the kitchen, Felix was bouncing on the tips of his toes, his wild hair a reflection of his excitement. “Mummy! Daddy said we’re going on an adventure today!” He beamed, eyes sparklin
Their son’s laughter cut through the tension like a knife, a reminder of normalcy in a world that suddenly felt perilous. Della closed her eyes momentarily, allowing the joy to wash over her before reality resurfaced. She opened her eyes, focusing on Michael’s face, now softening as he allowed himself brief moments of hope.“Felix doesn’t deserve to suffer for our mistakes, Michael,” she said, trying to pull him back from the brink of denial. “The longer we keep these secrets, the worse it could be for him. We must teach him how to handle fear instead of shielding him from it.”Michael took a deep breath, his frustration mingling with the undeniable weight of responsibility on his shoulders. “I understand that,” he said, his voice subdued. “But can’t we hold off for just a little longer? Just until we know more? Until we’re ready to help him?”Della’s heart ached at the pleading tone in his voice, which echoed the same fears she felt but was less willing to admit. “How do we know when
Della watched Michael pace the living room, his agitation growing with each stride. The sunlight, once a source of comfort, now seemed to cast long, ominous shadows across the room. She knew she was asking a lot of him, but she couldn't shake the feeling that time was running out, that Xavier was getting closer. He was supposed to be dead and she had to pinch herself to make sure she wasn’t in a nightmare. “We need to tell him, Michael,” she reiterated, her voice firm despite the tremor in her hands. “We can’t keep living like this, waiting for the other shoe to drop. He deserves to know the truth, even if it's painful.” Michael stopped pacing and faced her, his expression a mixture of frustration and defeat. “What do you want me to say, Della? ‘Hey, Felix, remember that man who left us? Well, he’s back, and he wants to take you away from us. Try not to worry about it, buddy!’” Della winced. She understood his reluctance. It was a difficult conversation, one that could easily
“You went to the house? Xavier, that was a stupid thing to do.” Sage grumbled and shook her head in disapproval as Xavier sank into the armchair. He looked exhausted, with large bags under his eyes and unbrushed hair. He had barely slept or eaten for days now. Sage sighed and felt sympathy envelop her as she watched him helplessly rest his head in his hands. “I needed to see my son, but the look on her face when she saw me again after all this time. I couldn’t stay away any longer, Sage. That’s my son. He’s growing up thinking that man is his father. How can Della do this to me!” Xavier growled; I could feel the frustration radiating from his body. I swallowed and knelt in front of him. Taking his hands into mine and assuring him that I was still by his side no matter what. “I promised to stand by your side and will continue to do so. Della and Micheal will not get away with this. I promise.” She looked deep into Xavier’s eyes, and he could only nod in response. The image o
Della wrapped her arms around Felix, pulling him close, feeling the warmth of his small body against her as relief washed over her like a tide. "I was so scared, Felix. You have to promise me you won’t do that again. You have to let me know where you’re going, okay?” Felix nodded, his cheek pressed against her shoulder. “I just wanted to see the bunnies,” he mumbled, a slight tremor in his voice. “I thought I could find them by myself.” Della's heart ached at his childlike innocence, but she couldn’t shake the undercurrent of fear that still clung to her. “I know, sweetheart, but you can’t go out on your own. It’s dangerous. What if you got lost?” “Mommy, I didn’t get lost,” he protested, pulling back slightly to meet her gaze, his eyes wide and earnest. “I just went to look for them.” Michael appeared behind them, his face a mix of relief and anger. “Felix,” he said, kneeling down to the boy’s level, “You scared us half to death! You can’t go off like that. You don’t know
The morning light seeped through the curtains, casting a golden hue across Della's bedroom. As she stirred awake, the comforting warmth of the blankets wrapped around her, she felt an inexplicable sense of peace. But as she turned to discover the space beside her empty, a wave of unease washed over her. "Felix?" she called, her voice muffled by the sheets. There was no reply. Just the chirping of birds outside and the quiet hum of the world waking up. Della swung her legs over the edge of the bed, the wooden floor cool beneath her feet. Panic began to bloom in her chest. She quickly pulled on a sweatshirt and rushed out of the room, the hallway stretching quiet. "Felix, come on!" she called again, a sense of urgency creeping into her tone. She dashed to his bedroom, flinging open the door, but the room was empty. The bed was unmade, toys scattered across the floor—a trail of evidence marking his previous presence—but he was nowhere to be found. Della's heart raced, each be
Michael’s gaze shifted from the road to the porch, his previous lightheartedness vanishing in an instant. "Della, stay in the car," he whispered, but his voice was steady, grounded. His protective instincts kicked in as he surveyed the scene. Felix, oblivious to the tension gripping the adult hearts beside him, continued to chatter, "He looks funny! Is he a clown? Can I see him?" Della felt like she might drown in the chaos inside her mind. That face—she knew it. The storm of emotions crashing over her threatened to pull her under. The world outside, once decorated in hues of vanilla and strawberry, faded into worry-laden grays. “It’s… it’s nobody, sweetheart,” she said, her voice trembling despite her best effort to sound calm. Those two words echoed hollowly in her chest, the truth of the situation crashing against her like waves. “Della? What do you want to do?” Michael’s voice was a low rumble, a rock amidst the encroaching tide of unease. As fear clawed its way up