Emily’s POV Logan’s eyes crinkled at the corners, a bright smile on his face as he fixed his gaze on Carl, who was still having a fun time on the swing. His hands curled at the metal handle of the swing, a rush of excitement on his face as he went higher and higher. His legs pumped happily, and the chains creaked as he went higher.“Mom, watch me!” He exclaimed, his hair wafting in the air.“I’m watching you, Carl.” I replied, a warm smile tugged at my lips as I crossed my arms.“He’s so vibrant and enthusiastic,” Logan smiled, his words soft and gentle.A lump formed in my throat as I nodded, “Yeah. I know right.”As we stood to watch Carl, I could feel my heart racing faster by the minute. Most of the time I exchanged glances with him, feeling slightly awkward. Silence lingered, our eyes fixed on Carl who was still having some fun time on the swing.Logan stared at me, his smile melting my heart.Dipping his hand into his pocket, he said, “I would love to be a part of my son’s life
Author's POV Vivian took a calculating step into the club, a reassuring smirk on her face as she went straight for the bartender to get a drink.She took a seat right before the drink arena while her eyes scanned the entire place. There was a loud speaker blaring a mix of hip-hop and rap music from the corner. Damn, it was so loud.She could also see lots of people dancing and moving their bodies to the rhythm. It was cute she thought but she was in no mood to dance at that point. The chatter and giggles spreading from all corners in the club reminded her of the one reason she was here in the first place and that was – to forget all of her worries and just drown herself in the present moment.She stole a quick glimpse at Colin for the second time. He still had people around him. He and some weird looking dude that seemed to her like a Mafia rasta were deep in a discussion which she think must be about something really suspicious.And even though she wanted to join them so she could
Emily's POV~I feel satisfied, knowing how happy Carl was to meet Logan. They've spent a considerable amount of time, going on outings, playing together and getting to know each other better. Although Carl remains unaware that Logan is his father, Logan plans to reveal the truth to him soon.After getting dressed, I prepared breakfast, Carl's favourite meal. Today was his graduation ceremony and Carl has been looking forward to this moment for a long time now. My little boy will be graduating from preschool. He's so excited to move to kindergarten.I've always been the one to show up during several occasions – His previous graduation parties, sports day, costume day, spring/summer fair and science day. I feel sort of relieved that Logan would be attending his preschool graduation.“Morning, ma'am,” Brenda greeted me as soon as I stepped into the kitchen. The scent of sandwiches greeted me. I sniffed and nodded in satisfaction as I walked closer to Brenda.“Morning, Brenda. What are y
Carl ran off to the stage with his peers. They were so cute with their tiny caps and gowns, as they smiled on the stage. I sat on the chair, a hint of pride in my eyes as I stared at Carl whose face was adorned with a wide grin.The ceremony began with the kids offering a rendition of the Alphabet. As people cheered for them, I scanned the entire hall and the entrance to see if Logan had arrived.“Ten fifteen..” I whispered as I took my gaze to the wall clock.“Where are you, Logan? You said you'd make it today..” I mumbled, feeling so nervous.I took my phone and began dialing his number but it wasn't going through. My heart nearly shattered. What would I tell Carl if Logan didn't show up? How would he feel?“Please pick up, pick up, Logan.” I whispered and sighed, feeling restless as the time ticked by..I dialed his number again and again but there wasn't any response.Just when I was about to give up, I heard footsteps, and I turned around to see who it was Relief etched my fea
Emily's POV Logan and I have been so close lately. He spends most of his time visiting us and ensuring to spend quality time with Carl most especially. Although we've never discussed reuniting, we felt it's best we get to know each other again, to see if there's still a spark between us. We're not making any promises or assumptions, just taking small steps towards rediscovering our connection. The phone chimed, alerting me of an incoming call. I adjusted myself on the sofa and rubbed my sleepy eyes with my fingers Carl dozed off while watching his animation. It was already late at night. Yawning, I grabbed my phone which kept chiming incessantly on the table. With tired eyes, I fixed my gaze on the screen to see who it was that had been calling.It was Kate.Smiling, I picked the call and got on my feet.“Hi, Kate. How was your day?” I asked after stealing a glance at the wall clock. “It was fine, Emily. How is everything going between you and Logan?” She asked teasingly. A warm sm
The room was illuminated with the rays of the sun. It was still nine in the morning but the sun was up already. When I was done preparing breakfast, Brenda helped me stuff our bags with snacks. We filled the bags with fresh fruits, water, cheese and crackers, sandwiches and trail mix.“Everything is ready, ma'am,” Brenda informed me as she grabbed the bags and took them to the sitting room.I was in a bright yellow sundress and espadrilles. Carl walked up to me to give me my hat “Thank you,” I whispered, leaning towards him to plant a kiss on his forehead.He was in a tank top and colorful Hawaiian-print shorts. I wore my sunglasses and let my hair down.“It's time to go,” I said, a relaxed smile on my face as I pulled Carl’s hand. Marco trailed behind me, wanting to follow us but I stopped him, “No need, Marco. I'm going out with Logan. He'll be coming here to pick us,”“Okay, ma'am. Stay safe.” He replied.After a while, Logan drove in, his car horn piercing the silence. Carl jum
Emily's POV Our heart raced as the sounds of gunshots filled the air. People screamed in fright as they got on their feet, trying to locate the sounds. Fear etched my features as I sprang to my feet. I pulled Carl closer towards me, my hands wrapped around him“Stay with me, Carl,” I whispered, my eyes darting around. Logan stayed in front of us, trying to shield us. “Get behind, Emily. Hold Carl,” He said without sparing me a glance.The screams continued with more gunshot piercing the silence. Tension hung heavily in the air as people scurried around for safety. I was overwhelmed with fear and confusion.Carl held my wrist, as he looked up to feel me.“What is wrong, mommy?” He asked curiously.Before I could reply, Logan turned to me and suggested, “I need you to leave right now, Emily. Take Carl with you and get into the car.”“What about you?” I asked, my heart racing “Don't worry about me.. Just go.” He said calmly.“No..I won't. I can't leave without you. It's not safe here
Author's POV Collin strolled the dimly lit room, his mind swirling with several thoughts. He took out a packet of cigarettes from his drawer. After settling on the chair, he lit his cigar and dragged on it. He puffed, staring into the distance.“Emerald…” He whispered, his lips twitching. Sliding his fingers into his hair, he got on his feet and went to his room. He rummaged through his attics and photo album cabinet, searching for an old picture. When he finally found it, he smiled, his fingers trailing over it like they were gold to him.His eyes shone with desire as he stared at the image on the photo. “Emerald, my love,” He whispered, running his hands and at the edge of the frame.It was a photo of him and Emerald at the airport. The first photo they ever took. It was during that period when Emerald returned from Paris. She and Collin had met in Paris back then and they returned to the States together “You left me, but I won't stop until I have you back.” Collins whispered u
Emily's POVAfter a few weeks of being comatose, Logan finally woke up to my surprise. My stomach fluttered, a rush of excitement on my face. The doctor had predicted that his injuries were fatal and it might be impossible for him to survive. I felt so overwhelmed with joy at the great news of Logan's recovery “This is a miracle!” Mr. Michealson, Logan's father, exclaimed, his face etched with relief as he walked into the ward. Mrs. Michelson wiped her tears with the pad of her thumb, her steps faltering as she walked into Logan's ward Her eyes went wide with shock, tears streaming down her cheeks. I'm so happy I could stop her from committing suicide. I've always known that Logan would survive since he had promised to be with me and Carl forever..“Is Logan alive?” She asked, her face etched with disbelief.“Yes, mom. He has recovered. He's not dead. I told you he wasn't dead. He was only comatose,” I explained to her as I held her hands. Logan sat upright on the bed, his lips c
Emily's POV “Help us! Somebody help!” I screamed aloud for anyone who cared enough to listen so they would help in saving my husband.I tore a part of my dress and used it on his wound to place pressure on the injured area in order to stop the flow.“Please, help us!” I pleaded, tears in my eyes.“I'll…. I'll…I'll be fine.” Logan struggled to say to me in a stutter.“No, you are not fine.” I cried, trying to help him in any way I could before better help could come. If I had my way, I would have driven him off to the hospital but, I was in no right state of mind to drive a car now and he could not do the same in his injured state.Soon, Logan passed out and some onlookers dropped by to see what was happening.“Help me! my…my husband has been shot.” “Call the cops,” someone suggested.“Whoever fired the shot should still be around here somehow.” Another person said.“Please, let's call 911!” someone else said and all the while when they were talking and taking steps in helping us fro
Emily's POVEight Months Later…If I was told that things were going to turn out this way in the end, I'd argue that it was a lie and whoever told me was only trying to say that as a means to get me to feel better.But, I guess, there's always a moment of joy after the long nights of suffering too. Everything was gradually getting better and it looked like life was beginning to take a great form after all.Although my son, Carl was currently in the hospital undergoing some medical care and procedure at the moment to help with his transplant, I couldn't help but feel thankful that he has a great chance at surviving the turbulence.“Which one do you think will fit the baby perfectly out of these?” Logan asked me as he picked up a very cute baby outfit. He lifted the clothes in front of me so I could pick from the alternatives he had selected.“This one.” I said, pointing to a white little top that had caught my attention.“I think we can just pick both.” Logan suggested, his eyes access
Chapter….Author's POV “There are so much demand for the new ammunition coming in tomorrow evening. That will be sorted by you, Black.” “You have to make sure everything turn out well when you guys go to get them.” The deep croaky voice of the mafia's grouphead resounded in the room while he addressed the members of the secret organization.“We have to ensure that nobody comes close to our group. The other rival gangs will get too cocky if they notice us slacking. This isn't time to slow down guys, we have to step up and show that we own this arena–”Collin's dark eyes wandered lazily around the dimly lit room, his mind in a faraway place as he sat on the seat at a corner in the room.The mafia members' discussion about the upcoming ammunition that had been imported secretly into the country and the inherent sneer from jealous rival gangs faded into the background while he thought of his newest worry.He couldn't be bothered about anything more except the news he'd gotten from Vivi
"Can I see you both for a few minutes?" The doctor's words came out firm and serious. Emily and Logan exchange glances before taking a deep breath.Emily and Logan walked out of the ward with the doctor. Emily's chest heaved, her heart pounding harder. Anxiety lingered in the air."Doctor, how's Carl's health?" Logan asked first, while Emily stood there looking at one way."While his immune system is still stable, we have to explore several options for a bone marrow transplant. Since neither of you is a match, having a child together could potentially save his life.” The doctor said, staring at them sympathetically.“I understand this is personal but do know that I'll always be here to support you. If you need anything, please let me know. And if you're willing to consider this option, then we can discuss the details further. I'll be taking my leave now,”.The doctor's words hang heavily in the air even after he left.[ Present day]The hospital room was filled with tension, the only
Collin’s chest heaved as he stared at his phone's screen, his hands clenched into tight fists as if he was about to go into a fight. The news played on repeat, Logan and Emily were seen together again, smiling like the latest couples in town. The sight of them chuckling and spending quality time together burned through him like a fire blaze on top of his head."Unbelievable!" he roared, flipping the coffee table in front of him. "After everything I did, after everything I said, she still went back to him?"Vivian, standing in the corner, let out a quiet chuckle. She had been watching him the entire time, enjoying the spectacle of his rage and unhappiness. Unlike him, she wasn’t blinded by anger, she saw an opportunity to do what has always been within her."Throwing objects won’t change the fact that she's back in Logan's arms," she said, walking slowly to Collins.Collin looked around, eyes flashing with anger. "Shut up, Vivian!"She smirked. "Why should I? I warned you, didn't I? Em
Logan's POV “If you're not ready for another baby, I guess we can explore several options. Just know that I'll always be here to support you in whatever decision you choose,” I said comfortingly as I placed my hands on top of hers.Emily nodded as she alighted from the car. Together, we walked into the apartment to check on Carl. As we got in, the maids greeted us with a welcoming smile.Emily cast a bored glance around. I could tell that she was completely stressed and overwhelmed because of Carl's condition.“What of Carl?” She asked the chubby maid who was standing at the doorway.“He’s awake. He woke up just recently. He's been asking about you and his father.” “Okay. Thanks for informing me,” she mumbled, tearing her gaze from her.We walked past several rooms until we got to Carl’s room. He sprawled on the bed, holding his toy train and dinosaurs in his hand..His face lit as soon as he saw us walk in “Dad!” He jumped down from his bed and sprinted towards us. Brenda, his nan
Logan’s POV I boarded a flight back to New York not long after Emily's call. Restlessness gnawed at my chest, my mind racing with several thoughts. I was enveloped by the hum of activities at the terminal. I scurried around, grabbing my luggage behind me. Finally, I was onboard. A wave of relief washed over me but I couldn't shake off the feeling that something was definitely wrong.I stared at my phone as I dialed Emily's number but she wasn't picking.“Emily, please pick up. Pick up..” I whispered, shoving my fingers into my hair with a line of worry on my forehead.I tried to reach her once again but It didn't go through. I sighed in exhaustion as I reclined on my chair.“Whatever it is, I hope it's not bad.” I mumbled, dragging my lower lip with my teeth.The air hostess gave an announcement and meals were served afterwards. I didn't touch my meal; my appetite was gone. All I needed at the moment was to be with Emily and Carl. I shut my eyes, inwardly hoping everything is fine.
Emily's POV The doctor's words resounded in my ears and I just couldn't believe it. I froze for a moment. it felt as if time had come to a standstill. “Can you tell me more about this SCID?” I asked, trying to keep my voice steady. The doctor's voice was gentle as he added, “It's a rare genetic disorder that affects the immune system.” I listened intently, my brows knitting. He cleared his throat and continued, “It is caused by mutations in genes which play crucial roles in development and functions of the immune system.” My eyes narrowed as I struggled to process his words “So, are you trying to say that we passed it down to him?” His lips conformed into a thin line. He nodded and also added, “While it can be inherited from parents who are carriers of mutated genes, it can also be caused by spontaneous mutations during fetal development. The latter I believe is what caused It.” A deep sigh escaped my lips. I paused for a moment, trying to pull myself together. "What