RaymondI buried myself in my new career plans, convincing myself that focusing on my work would help me escape the reality I wasn’t ready to face. At the wedding, Noah had seemed on the brink of asking for a divorce—what else could she have wanted to talk about? Part of me was bracing for that final blow. But to my surprise, she didn’t. Instead, she accepted my offer to give us some space.I was relieved, but it wasn’t over. We hadn’t fixed anything—just put a bandage over a deep wound. The issues that had driven a wedge between us still lingered in the background, unresolved. I thought time apart would help. That giving each other room to breathe would somehow make everything better.But when Noah said goodbye, something inside me cracked. A dull, numbing ache spread through me. The reality of my decision—to leave her, to walk away from our life together—finally hit home. This was it. There was no turning back now.I stood there, watching her for a moment, searching for something—
NoahAfter hanging up the phone, I sat frozen. I stared at the screen as if the answers to my swirling questions would magically appear. I couldn’t shake the feeling that this meeting was going to be more than just a casual farewell. Did he change his mind about leaving? Would this be another chance to tell him the truth?The reality of my situation came crashing back—time was slipping away, and I had to make one of the biggest decisions of my life. My time to decide about the pregnancy was running out. If I didn’t act soon, it would be too late for an abortion. I had been pushing the decision aside. The weight of it all felt suffocating. I knew I was stalling, afraid of what the future held. I was terrified of making the wrong choice.There was one person I hadn’t told about the pregnancy. My mother. She had always been my rock, supporting me through every storm. But this wasn’t just any news; this was life-altering, earth-shattering. I needed her, and I couldn’t delay any longer.
NoahI pressed hard on the gas, my heart pounding in my chest like a drum. I couldn’t stop the flood of anxious thoughts. Please, mom, please don’t scare me. I can’t handle another tragedy, not now, not after everything. My fingers gripped the steering wheel tighter as I raced toward my mother’s house, the world outside a blur of trees and pavement. Neil’s voice on the phone kept playing in my head: Grandma looks a little green, but she doesn’t want me to tell you.I pulled into the driveway, barely taking time to turn off the engine before I dashed inside. The front door swung open with a loud creak, and I called out, panic making my voice crack. “Mom? Where are you?”No answer.Oh God, please be okay. My feet carried me quickly through the house, every second stretching out, my imagination conjuring the worst scenarios. I pictured her lying on the floor, unconscious. Or worse.I threw open the bedroom door, my breath catching in my throat. There she was, lying on the bed, with Neil
NoahNeil and Don rushed into the kitchen, their faces pale with fear. “What happened?” Neil’s voice trembled, while Don’s eyes went wide in shock as they took in the sight before them—Evelyn lying on the floor, motionless, her limbs limp.“I don’t know,” I choked out, my hands pressing rhythmically on her chest as I tried to keep calm. My heart pounded in my ears as I continued CPR, each breath I gave her feeling like a lifeline, though I wasn’t sure if it was enough.Moments later, the shrill sound of the ambulance siren cut through the air, and two paramedics rushed in. They quickly knelt beside me and took over, their movements swift and efficient.“It looks like she had a heart attack,” one of the paramedics said, his voice steady but urgent. “We’re taking her to the hospital right now. We’ll do everything we can.”I stepped back, feeling helpless as they lifted her onto the stretcher. My body trembled, but I couldn’t tear my eyes away from my mother’s pale face.A heart attack?
NoahThe fluorescent lights overhead flickered as we were escorted out of the hospital room. My hands were shaking as I held Neil close. “We’re so sorry you had to witness that,” one of the nurses said softly, her eyes filled with sympathy. "Why don’t you all go home and get some rest? You’ve been here all night. We’ll call you as soon as we have news."I didn’t want to leave. Don stood silent beside me. His face was etched with worry, but his words were steady. “Noah, you need to take Neil home. He’s exhausted. I’ll stay. There’s not much more you can do right now.”I looked at my little boy, his small hand clutching mine. His eyes were red from crying but still wide with worry. “Okay,” I whispered, barely trusting my voice. “But call us immediately if anything changes.”As we walked toward the elevator, every step felt heavier. How could this be happening? Just a day ago, we were baking together, laughing over family recipes. Now, the thought of Evelyn fighting for her life in the I
NoahWas he being serious? Did he really want to dive back into this topic, now, of all times? Just as I was starting to heal, to bury the hurt and confusion deep enough to breathe without it suffocating me? I could barely believe Raymond was bringing it up again. He stood there, looking at me with that same bewildered expression. As if he had no idea what he’d done. Was he pretending? Still playing the fool?I crossed my arms, my heart tightening with the weight of betrayal. “I’ll give you a hint. It has to do with Clara.”His brow furrowed. “Clara? What about her? I haven’t seen her since the day we helped her get that apartment. Except for the one time she came by unexpectedly. I thought we talked that through already.”“Yeah, right,” I scoffed. “Are you serious, Raymond? Do you really take me for a fool?”His expression twisted in confusion. He looked genuinely distressed. “Noah, I swear, I don’t know what you’re talking about.”I clenched my fists, trying to keep my voice steady.
NoahThe moment I heard Don’s voice on the phone, I knew something terrible had happened. His usually calm tone was shaky, uncertain. As if the weight of the world had suddenly dropped on his shoulders.“Noah... Evelyn had a stroke while we were in the room with her.”My heart dropped. The words hit me like a freight train, and for a second, I couldn't breathe.“Is she… is she okay?” I managed to ask, even though I could already sense the answer.“She made it through, but…” Don hesitated, his voice breaking. “Her entire body is paralyzed. She’s conscious, but… she can’t move, Noah.”Tears welled up in my eyes as I stood frozen in the middle of the room. “Oh, Don… I’m relieved she’s alive, but… that’s devastating. I’m so sorry.”Neil sat cross-legged on the floor nearby, helping me unpack our boxes. He looked up at me, sensing my distress. “Mommy? Is it news about Granny Eve?”I knelt down beside him, struggling to find the right words. His innocent face gazed at me, full of trust. It s
Noah“Do you mean… as a date? You’re my boss, Thomas. I don’t think—”“No, no, no!” Thomas interrupted quickly, his hand raised as if to ward off the idea. “Just as friends, Noah. To get your mind off Raymond and... whatever it is you two are going through.”I studied him for a moment. His smile was a little too wide, his eyes a little too sharp. Still, he wasn’t pushing anything overt. And he was my boss. Turning him down outright seemed rude, unprofessional even.“I see…” I replied, still hesitant, unsure if I could trust his intentions.“And there’s something to celebrate too!” He smiled wider, his eyes gleaming with a touch of excitement.“To celebrate?” My brow furrowed in curiosity.“I won’t say too much,” he said, leaning back against my office door with a mysterious air. “It’s a surprise, but it has to do with your excellent work performance.”“Oh,” I muttered, feeling cornered. Now it really seemed rude to decline. “Okay… sure.”“Excellent!” Thomas clapped his hands together,
NoahI opened the box, and there it was—a delicate golden necklace with a teardrop-shaped ruby nestled at the center. It caught the light with a soft, familiar glow.“Wait a minute… Is this…?”Raymond’s smile widened. “The necklace Owen gave you after you saved his life as a child? It sure is.”I shook my head in disbelief, my fingers brushing over the ruby’s multifaceted surface. This was the necklace that had started it all—the one that ended my relationship with Owen, fractured my friendship with Josie, and, in the end, brought Raymond and me together.“No way… Where did you find it?” I asked breathlessly.He took my hand. “I went to Josie’s apartment after she passed away and found it tucked away in a jewelry box. I remembered the story you told me about it. I just knew you should have it back.”Overwhelmed, I looked up at him, my eyes filling with gratitude. He held my gaze, and we shared a lingering, tender kiss. One that was filled with years of love and unspoken promises. As
NoahThe grand hall was resplendent, draped in soft whites, blush pinks, and touches of gold. Chandeliers sparkled overhead, and the orchestra played a melody that filled the air with romance and elegance. I took a deep breath, looking out over the sea of familiar faces, and then my eyes found Raymond’s.He stood at the end of the aisle, his gaze fixed on me, his smile both proud and tender. The love in his eyes was so deep, so steady, that my nerves began to melt away, replaced by a warmth that filled my entire being.With every step, my heart beat faster, the anticipation building with each note of the music. Raymond’s gaze never wavered, and as I drew closer, I could see the emotion glistening in his eyes.Finally, we reached him. My mother released my hand and turned to Raymond, her own eyes shimmering. She placed my hand in his, her voice choked with emotion. “Take good care of her,” she said softly, her words laced with love and a hint of the strength that had carried us both.Ra
NoahAs I looked at Evelyn, her gentle smile seemed to melt the tension in my shoulders. Her eyes, always so full of determination, held a glimmer of joy as she spoke.“Don’t worry, Noah. It’s good news.”A breath I hadn’t realized I was holding escaped me. “Good news?” My voice was barely a whisper.She nodded, a spark of excitement lighting up her face. “The doctor said… well, they said there’s a chance I’ll walk again. The prognosis is good if I keep exercising, eating healthy, and pushing myself.”My relief quickly turned into a grin as the magnitude of her words hit me. “Mom, that’s amazing!”She wheeled closer, her hand finding mine. Her touch was warm and filled with the quiet strength that I’d come to admire even more through her recovery. “I know, right?” She laughed, her voice tinged with the thrill of newfound hope. “I can’t wait for the day I can pick up Rosie all on my own, to hold her without limits.”We sat there, both smiling, both overwhelmed by the idea that she migh
NoahCassandra’s labor dragged on, stretching through two long days. I felt every minute of it from my room. My worry and helplessness coiled tighter with each update. The doctor had ordered me to stay in bed. Although it felt good to rest, I hated that I couldn’t be there for her. She’d been such a support to me during my own labor with Rosie. Her words had steadied me through every contraction and every wave of pain. Now, here I was, stuck in bed while she struggled on her own.Little Rosie was my solace. Every time I looked at her, I felt a soft warmth spread through me, all the worry and exhaustion melting away. She was a tiny, perfect miracle with her miniature fingers and rosy cheeks. I couldn't stop staring at her. Raymond was wonderful too. He moved back and forth between rooms to check on Cassandra and then back to me, sharing gentle updates that kept me grounded.On his fourth or fifth return, Raymond’s expression was strained. He sat by my bed, taking my hand gently. “She
NoahThe words fell like a stone in the room. My heart stuttered as I looked between her and Raymond, my grip tightening around his hand. “What… what kind of complication?”The midwife took a steadying breath. “It seems your baby may be in a posterior position—facing up, rather than down. This can make labor slower and a bit more challenging.”A wave of worry swept over me, and I felt my breaths quicken. Cassandra placed a steadying hand on my shoulder. “Hey, Noah, breathe. She didn’t say impossible—just more challenging.”The midwife nodded, her tone reassuring. “We’ll try some different positions, some movements that might help encourage her to turn. This happens often enough, and there are ways we can support the process.”I nodded, feeling the tension ease a fraction as I met Raymond’s eyes. He gave me a brave smile, squeezing my hand. “We’ve got this,” he murmured. “We’ll help her get into position, and soon, we’ll be meeting our little girl.”The midwife guided me through some po
NoahI stared, slightly panicked, down at the small puddle forming beneath me. Cassandra brought her hand to rest gently on my arm. “It will be fine, Noah. Looks like your little girl has her own schedule,” she said with a reassuring smile. Her voice was calm and warm. Her words broke through my anxiety. I managed a shaky laugh, nodding in agreement.An employee approached, casting an understanding look at the situation. “Don’t worry about a thing—we’ll clean it up,” she said, a gentle smile on her face. “Good luck!” She gave a supportive nod as we carefully made our way out of the store. Cassandra held my arm to steady me.Once we were outside, Cassandra reminded me, “You don’t need to rush to the hospital just yet. They usually want you to wait until active labor is in full swing.” Her calm certainty helped, but I still felt jittery. I immediately grabbed my phone, dialing Raymond’s number. He picked up after the first ring.“Raymond?” I began, my voice trembling slightly. “It’s ha
NoahThe room erupted in cheers and joyful shouts as pink confetti rained down around us. It took a second to sink in: we were having a girl. Barely containing my smile, I felt Raymond’s strong arms wrap around me from behind. He leaned his head close, his voice a low, gentle murmur. “A little girl, Noah… our little girl.”My heart swelled as I looked at Neil, who was watching the confetti with wide eyes. He had a look of pure wonder on his face. It was the brightest smile I’d seen on him since everything that happened, and I felt a weight lift from my shoulders. He was still healing. But moments like these, surrounded by love, felt like the very first steps toward a new beginning.Evelyn rolled over, her eyes filled with emotion as she held out her hands to us. Slowly but surely, she was regaining control over her muscles. I leaned down to her, and she wrapped her arms around both Neil and me. “Oh, a little girl,” she whispered, her voice thick with joy. “Our family just keeps grow
NoahThe house buzzed with excitement and laughter as we invited everyone inside. Each new arrival was greeted with hugs and cheers. Cassandra's friends—Harper, Lila, and Gia—were here, their faces lighting up when they spotted me. Our trip to Vegas and Cass’s wedding had bonded us. Seeing them again brought a sense of closeness, comfort and normality after recent events. Raymond’s colleagues filled the space with their lively energy, and Simon’s friends mingled easily with Raymond’s parents, whose faces were aglow with anticipation.Neil quickly spotted his friends from school, darting over to hug a small girl with a sweet smile. I couldn’t help but smile knowingly; he’d mentioned her more than once—his little primary school girlfriend. Seeing him run and laugh, his face bright with joy despite the shadows of recent events, filled me with a deep, almost overwhelming sense of gratitude. After everything he had endured, there was hope that he might find his way back to himself. Seei
Noah“Oh, Raymond…” I murmured, my heart brimming with emotion as he knelt before me, the words barely forming in my mouth, tangled up with a happiness that felt almost surreal.He waited patiently, still on one knee. His hazel eyes sparkled with flecks of gold in the bright sunlight. His hand was steady, holding out the ring as if it were a promise. A reminder of how far we’d come. I glanced at my old engagement ring. My fingers trembled as I noticed the way this new ring was designed to nestle perfectly against the first one. It was so unmistakably Raymond—thoughtful, detailed, crafted to fit me like a missing piece.“Yes,” I finally said, smiling through my tears. “Of course, I will marry you… again.”His face lit up with a joy I hadn’t seen in years. He slid the ring into place, its sleek band clicking softly as it nestled against my old ring. The two pieces formed a sparkling whole. As the diamonds caught the golden glow of sunset, it felt like the most perfect reflection of us—