My hand rapidly flew outward which I believe must have been my reflexes as soon as I struggled to get away from him. There was an awkward sound of our lips parting after I successfully distanced my face from his.“You’re sick! Why did you do that?” I instantly yelled at him, completely forgetting the fact that my mother-in-law could possibly hear me from this point.I just couldn’t simply let this pass. He was a complete stranger who just randomly kissed me. I could easily file a case against him for harassing me.“You appeared like you wanted to taste my lips. I may be in delirium but I have a good sense you were staring at them for damn good seconds I barely even count how long.” He even teased which rapidly infuriated me that I felt I had to distance myself away from him at a much further space.“I didn’t ask for you to kiss me, you damn idiot!” I retort back, refusing to accept his claim that I want him to kiss me. There wasn’t even any truth to his claim that I was staring at his
There was a silence on his part after I said those things that somehow made me confirm that he agrees with me. And so, before he could even change his mind, I promptly made a quick move to grab the roll of the gauze and quickly roll it several times around his waist.“You try to be gentle, now is not the right time to be rough on me, woman.” he said, his voice deep with a contained pain. It made me quickly stop for a moment though, simply after hearing him address me as a woman instead of the nurse he used to tease me earlier. I suppose he really had gotten serious this time.“What made you stop? Go and finish quickly, it’s painful. Damn it!” He cursed and that was the final cue that made all my hunches right. “You were in pain all this time and you try to contain it and refuse to tell me.” I told him. “Why bother? You’re not a real nurse anyway,” He retorted back, his grumpy behavior was no longer bothering me for some reason. It was like the mere fact that I was able to successfu
I was not able to finish hearing out what the man’s name as I hurriedly stood to get near Dr, Kanishk. She was still staring at me with a bit of perplexed look on her face as though she must have misinterpreted what I was doing with the patient.Meanwhile, the patient suddenly made a comment that caused me and Dr. Kanishk divert our attention on him, “Now you even have an accomplice huh?” despite his condition, he even began to chuckle as though he found the situation ridiculous.If only I could tell him the truth so that he would finally stop from bugging me about why I was even disguising as a nurse in the first place, however, I believe it wasn’t something I should feel obligated telling him anyway.Afterall, he was still a stranger I shouldn’t concern myself anymore.Eventually, I decided to ignore him and turn my gaze back to Dr. Kanishk. “Let’s go?” I urged her to finally get me out of the suite room. She simply nods and lead the way first. And just as I was about to head out,
I suppose this was the effect of what I did earlier. While I was inside the other suite room where that patient who had a fatal wound on his waist, caused me to lift him up to his bed. “What happened to you child, huh? Did they hurt you? Tell me?” Aunt Lou was once again sounding so paranoid as she was so worried about what happened to me.“I don’t know.” I pretended that I was iunaware what truly happened. It made me suddenly bewildered why am I even trying to hide the truth from my aunt. Maybe because I didn’t want her to worry that I helped that matured man at the adjacent suite room.“Come inside the lab, we need to make sure the baby is fine.” Aunt lou insisted and I know that there was no way that I could even try to stop my aunt. Well, at least I have someone to worry about the child inside me other I, myself, alone.*****[WILMA MONTEFALCO’S POV]“You know how much of a hectic day it is at the office today and you really still want me to start working the divorce papers for y
[ MARGA’S POV ]Aunt Lou has done everything she could to make sure that she has enough test result.“Well the fetus inside you is miraculously doing fine even after the bleeding incident. Anyways, I’m going to prescribe some medicine you needed to take to avoid miscarriage. And please, try not to overstress yourself or even go about making yourself working physically.” Aunt Lou’s words once more caused me to remain silent.I knew that whenever she talks like that, especially the professional way, I knew that I must take it seriously. Knowing my aunt, it really doesn’t sit well with her whenever someone doesn’t pay any attention to the details she was discussing.I mean, I believe everyone else would find it annoying, but my aunt would really behave more stressed about it. Like she would really pressed it on me so that I would eventually understand.“Are you even listening to me, Marga?” And now, it what I was just talking about now happened to befall on me instead. “Of course,” I an
“That could only be done by the Montefalco’s. I wouldn’t doubt that.” I instantly said that broke the short seconds silence that occurred between me and my aunt the moment we heard the report of her secretary.Aunt Lou’s left brow arched up and then she swiftly asked, “Why? Did your mother-in-law saw you upstairs?” I shook my head. “No. Dr. Kanishk hid me outside the suite room and she was the one who talked with Mother.” I told her the truth.“Then if that’s the case, how was it that the Montefalco’s suddenly wanted to take those CCTv footage as if they wanted to find out you really went to visit your grandmother-in-law today?” Aunt Lou’s question was also a puzzle to me.“I honestly don’t have any idea, Aunt Lou. but I am very much certain that my mother–in-law didn’t see me.” I stood firm with my answer. It was the truth anyway. Besides, at a time like this, I don’t see any point for me to make any lie.Aunt Lou suddenly took her seat back and rested her forehead on her fingers as
I was left with the feeling that I should actually feel bothered that my Aunt would have to feel responsible of something for desire to see grandma.“You know what, you should’t worry about it. I’ll handle things from here.” Aunt Lou eventually said right after which then again worsen the feeling of guilt that I have.I only wish that it would be that easy for me to actually resolve everything for her. Thing wouldn’t have gone worst like this if I had not pursue coming to see grandma today.“Aunt Lou—” but before I could even begin to tell her what I wish to say, Aunt Lou was quick to tell me to leave.“I said, it will be alright from this point. I’m sure the IT department could figure out something out of the blue.” Even I was not really at ease with her statement. It was like there was a huge thing behind it that was totally off and despite knowing it already, Aunt Lou just remain to be steadfast about trying to keep it from me. Following that, she hurried pushed me towards the do
“Aunt Lou?” I tried to repeat myself again as my query seemed to have gotten her a little stunned. “Oh, yeah, right. About that, well, the IT department was able to resolve it. They successfully blocked the hackers right before they could fully breach into the digital archive.” She quickly answered, and although she was quick to tell me that, I was still unconvinced.I just didn’t want to continouosly press more on the details since knowing my aunt, she would only have something to tell me that would block me from stressing her about it.“On the other hand,” she swiftly said, adding to her statement a moment ago. “Why haven’t you taken your medicines? I adviced my secretary to have these brought home with you so that you could take them at the right time, didn’t I told you that earlier?” Aunt Lou now turned into the strict aunt mode that she was whenever she talks about errands or instructions that were not done accordingly. And as for my stubborness to drink my medicines on time,
Life had finally settled into a rhythm of peace and hope. Lucas’s laughter filled our home once more, a sound that had been sorely missed. Between his art classes, playdates with Tomas, and the ever-growing bond we shared as a family, it felt like we were finally healing from everything that had once threatened to tear us apart.Then one sunny morning, Leon dropped a bombshell—albeit a good one.I was in the kitchen making breakfast, flipping pancakes while Lucas sat at the counter, coloring in a new superhero drawing he’d started. Whiskers sat curled up at Lucas’s feet, occasionally glancing up with hopeful eyes that some pancake crumbs might fall his way.Leon walked in, unusually chipper, a mischievous glint in his eyes. "Morning, my loves," he said, kissing the top of Lucas’s head before coming over to plant a soft kiss on my cheek."Morning," I replied, smiling at him as I slid a pancake onto Lucas’s plate. "You’re in a good mood. Did you finally win the argument with your board
The weeks following the successful playdate saw even more progress in Lucas. His confidence grew steadily, and he began to thrive not just at daycare but also at home. He laughed more, shared his thoughts openly, and no longer hesitated to express his feelings. Leon and I couldn’t have been prouder.One evening, as Leon returned from his office, he handed me an envelope with the daycare's logo on it. "This came in the mail today," he said, raising an eyebrow.I opened it, curiosity bubbling within me. Inside was a beautifully handwritten letter from Lucas’s teacher, Mrs. Ellison:Dear Mr. and Mrs. Kwartz,I wanted to personally reach out to commend the remarkable progress Lucas has made over the past few weeks. His enthusiasm, kindness, and leadership in the classroom have been inspiring. Recently, he even took it upon himself to comfort a classmate who was feeling left out, demonstrating empathy far beyond his years.Thank you for being such supportive and loving parents. Lucas is a
The weeks following my election as PTA president were a whirlwind of meetings, new policies, and adjustments. Despite the challenges, there was a renewed energy at the daycare. Parents began to engage more, the teachers reported fewer incidents, and Lucas was slowly finding his confidence again.But one afternoon, as Leon and I arrived to pick Lucas up, we noticed something that stirred our concern. Lucas was sitting on the playground bench, his expression distant as other children played around him.I immediately walked over and knelt beside him. "Lucas, sweetheart, is everything okay?"He looked at me, his eyes hesitant, and then nodded. "I’m okay, Mommy," he murmured, but his tone was unconvincing.Leon crouched on his other side. "Buddy, you can tell us anything," he said gently. "We’re here for you."Lucas hesitated before finally speaking. "I just… I feel like everyone’s watching me now, like they’re waiting for me to mess up."My heart broke at his words. Even though we had made
After the harrowing revelation about Lucas's bullies, I couldn’t just sit idly by and let things fester. My maternal instincts kicked into overdrive, and I knew I had to step in—not just for Lucas, but for every child who might be suffering silently.That’s how I found myself signing up as a candidate for the Parent-Teacher Association (PTA) presidency. I needed a platform to address the bullying issue directly, and what better way than to hold a position of influence within the daycare?My decision wasn’t met without resistance. Sandra Murphy, the long-time president of the PTA and practically the daycare’s unofficial queen bee, wasn’t too thrilled about my sudden entry into the election.“Oh, Margarette,” she said with a tight smile during one of our encounters. “Running for PTA president is a big responsibility. Are you sure you’re ready for something so...demanding?”I matched her smile, refusing to back down. “I think being a mother is already a demanding job, Sandra. This is jus
The days that followed Aunt Lou’s visit brought a glimmer of hope. Lucas seemed to find solace in Tomas’s presence, and the change in him was undeniable. The dark cloud of fear that had hung over him was slowly lifting, replaced by moments of joy that warmed my heart.Each time Tomas visited, Lucas’s laughter grew louder, his smiles brighter. They would sit for hours, coloring, building block towers, and sharing secrets only they could understand. Tomas had a way of grounding Lucas, reminding him of simpler, happier times before everything changed.One evening, as the boys built a fort in the living room, I found myself leaning against the doorway, watching them with a mix of awe and gratitude. “He looks so much happier,” I murmured to Leon, who had come up behind me.Leon wrapped an arm around my shoulders. “Tomas is good for him. It’s like he’s helping Lucas remember how to just be a kid again.”After weeks of improvement, Leon and I decided it was time to take another step forward—
It was a quiet afternoon, the kind of day that seemed to stretch endlessly as Leon and I watched over Lucas. He was resting in the living room, his favorite blanket wrapped tightly around him as he sat on the couch, flipping aimlessly through a picture book. His usual enthusiasm was still absent, and every little thing he did reminded me of how much he had endured.The doorbell rang, cutting through the silence. I glanced at Leon, who nodded and went to answer it. A moment later, Aunt Lou stepped in, her warm smile a welcome sight.But she wasn’t alone.Standing beside her was a little boy, probably around Lucas’s age. He had a neatly combed head of dark curls, bright eyes, and a shy smile. He clutched a small gift bag in one hand and looked up at me with an almost exaggerated politeness.“Hello, Aunt Margarette,” he said, his voice clear and respectful. “I’m Tomas. May I please see Lucas?”I blinked in surprise, glancing at Aunt Lou for an explanation.“Tomas is Lucas’s best friend f
The next few weeks felt like a delicate balancing act. Every decision we made revolved around Lucas—his routines, his therapy sessions, and his healing process. Despite the difficulties, Leon and I were committed to staying strong for him.One afternoon, during one of Lucas’s therapy sessions, Dr. Marlow invited Leon and me to join him. It was a special session meant to bridge the gap between Lucas’s inner fears and his trust in us as his parents.Lucas sat on a small couch, clutching his favorite stuffed animal. He looked up at me with wide, uncertain eyes as Dr. Marlow guided us through an activity.“Lucas,” she said gently, “can you show Mommy and Daddy how you feel when you think about the scary day?”Lucas hesitated, then slowly drew a picture on a piece of paper. It was a simple but heartbreaking image—a stick figure of a small boy surrounded by dark shadows.I felt my chest tighten as I knelt beside him. “That must have been really scary, sweetheart,” I said softly, my voice tr
That evening, after Lucas had gone to bed, Leon and I sat in the living room. The soft hum of the baby monitor was the only sound in the room.“Today was a good day,” Leon said, his voice quiet but hopeful.I nodded, leaning against him. “It’s a start. Seeing him smile again… it reminded me that we’re not losing him completely.”Leon’s arm wrapped around me, pulling me close. “We won’t lose him, Margarette. He’s strong, just like his mom.”I gave a small laugh, wiping away a tear. “And his dad.”Leon kissed the top of my head. “We’ll get through this. No matter how long it takes, we’ll get our boy back.”Just as we were beginning to settle into this new rhythm, the phone rang late one evening. It was one of the detectives working on Lucas’s case.“We’ve made progress,” the detective said. “We’ve located a potential lead on the kidnappers’ whereabouts. It might be connected to Kent’s operation.”My heart skipped a beat. “Do you have proof?”“Not yet, but we’re closing in. We’ll need Le
A few days later, Leon received a tip from one of his investigators. They had uncovered a series of encrypted messages between Kent and an unknown contact, detailing payments and plans that aligned with Lucas’s kidnapping.“This is it,” Leon said, his voice steely as he showed me the evidence.My stomach churned as I read the messages. “So, what happens now?”“I hand this over to the authorities,” Leon said, his tone firm. “But I’m not stopping there. Kent needs to know that he messed with the wrong family.”I placed a hand on his arm. “Leon, I want justice too, but we have to be careful. Lucas needs us to be here for him.”Leon’s eyes softened, and he pulled me into a hug. “I know. I’ll make sure we’re protected. I promise.”That night, as Lucas slept peacefully for the first time since the ordeal, Leon and I sat together, watching over him.“We’ll get through this,” I whispered, leaning into Leon.He wrapped an arm around me, his gaze fixed on Lucas. “We will. And we’ll make sure he