(Emily's POV). “So, are you going to tell us the gender of your baby?” Linda asked, a playful grin dancing on her lips. I smiled at her, feeling a warm excitement flutter through me. “Of course, Linda. You have to be there. It wouldn’t be the same without you.” She laughed, rolling her eyes dramatically. “Oh, don’t worry, I’ll be there. After all, I wasn’t going to miss your wedding a few months ago, and now this? I’m definitely coming.” Her words brought back memories of that perfect day. Our wedding wasn’t the grand spectacle Mike had originally wanted—it was small, intimate, just the way I had always dreamed. I remember Mike trying to convince me to go bigger, to make a statement, but I had stood firm. All I needed were the people we loved there to witness it. In the end, even Mike admitted that it had felt right. “Remember that day?” I said softly, my mind still lingering on the memories. “The wedding?” Linda nodded, her smile softening. “I do. It was perfect. Sma
(Emily's POV).“Why are you still awake, Love?” Mike asked, his voice laced with sleep as he entered the dimly lit room. I looked up from my book, the pages slightly wrinkled from my restless fingers. “Just reading,” I replied, putting the book down on the table beside me. As I climbed onto the bed, the familiar warmth radiated from him, wrapping around me like a cozy blanket.I sat beside him, watching the way he propped himself up on one elbow, a flicker of concern crossing his handsome face. “You’re still thinking about Ellen, aren’t you?”His question hung in the air, heavy with unspoken worries. I searched his eyes, looking for honesty, trying to decipher the layers behind that charming facade he often wore. But Mike was a professional at masking his thoughts; it was hard to tell when he was being completely truthful. He also knew what made me couldn't sleep, that was why he asked.“Just a little,” I admitted, my voice barely above a whisper. The truth was, Ellen’s presenc
(Emily's POV)."Keep popping the balloons! The last balloon is your baby's gender!" the announcer shouted with boundless energy.I couldn’t help but smile at the excitement that rippled through the crowd. The air was charged with anticipation, and the sheer enthusiasm of our family and friends filled me with a warmth that spread from my chest all the way to my toes.This moment—it felt surreal, like a dream I didn’t want to wake from. My hand tightened around Mike’s as we stood before the line of balloons, each one a colorful mystery waiting to be burst.The relatives in attendance seemed almost too ambitious, as if they’d been waiting their entire lives for this spectacle. My parents, Mike’s parents, and even his old friends—faces lit up with joy, with some of the women whispering excitedly to each other while the men cracked jokes that I could only half-hear. I caught glimpses of their expectant faces, their eyes twinkling as they urged us on.With a determined squeeze, Mike and I
(Emily's POV)."Take care of yourself, Honey."Those were the words my father said as he hugged me tightly before we parted ways after the baby’s gender reveal. His arms, strong and warm, still carried that familiar sense of comfort that only a father’s embrace could offer. For a brief moment, I felt like a little girl again, being reassured that everything would always be okay as long as he was there. But now, I was about to be a mother myself. The realization hit me harder than it had all day.I nodded, pulling back with a soft smile, though I could see the worry lingering in his eyes. “You don’t need to worry, Dad. Mike’s always by my side. I’m in good hands.”My father’s gaze shifted to Mike, who stood beside me, his hand resting protectively on my lower back. There was a pause, a silent exchange between them, before my dad patted Mike’s shoulder with that firm, fatherly gesture. “Keep your word, Mike. She’s everything.”Mike grinned, his eyes lighting up with a mix of warmth a
(Emily's POV)."Morning, Mrs. Johnson. Breakfast is ready."Mike's voice was the first thing I heard, soft and warm, coaxing me out of the last remnants of sleep. I blinked my eyes open, the sunlight filtering through the curtains, casting a golden glow across the room. For a second, I thought I was still dreaming. Mike, standing beside our bed with a tray of breakfast in his hands, was not something I woke up to every day."Did you make this?" I asked, my voice still thick with sleep, disbelief coloring my words. Mike grinned, setting the tray on my lap as I sat up against the headboard. "Who else would it be?" He winked, taking a seat on the edge of the bed. "I’m a man of many talents, especially when it comes to taking care of my beautiful wife."I couldn’t help but smile as I leaned in, pressing a soft kiss to his lips. The gesture was small but full of gratitude. “Thank you,” I whispered against his mouth, savoring the warmth of his skin and the familiar scent of him—clean, w
(Mike's POV)."Do you think jewelry will make her like it?" I asked my secretary, Karen, as soon as I walked into the office. The words slipped out before I could stop them, a mixture of anxiety and eagerness in my voice. I wasn’t used to feeling this way—unsure, second-guessing myself. But when it came to Emily, I always found myself wanting to do more, to make things right, especially now that she was carrying our child.Karen looked up from her desk, eyebrows raised. “Not everyone would like jewelry, Mr. Johnson, but it’s worth a try. Is it for a special occasion?”I shook my head, my fingers running through my hair as I paced around the room. “No, no occasion. I just… I feel like my wife's been worrying a lot lately. I thought maybe something nice would help.” My words hung in the air, and I could hear the unease in my own voice. It wasn’t like me to feel uncertain about what to do for her, but pregnancy had changed things.Karen gave me a knowing look, the kind that made me f
(Emily's POV)."You sure you don't want to talk about your problem?" I asked once again, eyeing Mike as he leaned back in his chair, massaging his temples with that familiar look of exhaustion. His body language screamed that something was weighing on him.Mike shook his head, offering me a half-hearted smile. "There’s no problem, Love. I’m just tired, that’s all."I wasn’t buying it. Not this time. I knew him too well to be fooled by a simple shrug and forced grin. "You’ve been distant, Mike. I can feel it. If it’s something serious, you know you can tell me."He sighed, running a hand through his hair, which had grown a bit longer than usual. "I don’t want you worrying. Especially now with the baby on the way." His voice softened as if the mere mention of our baby was a shield to protect me from whatever it was he didn’t want to share.I folded my arms, standing in the kitchen doorway, watching him. He didn’t want to talk, but that didn’t mean I couldn’t find a way to ease his
(Emily's POV)."Well, look who I met. It's my ex's wife!"The sharpness of Ellen’s voice hit me like a cold gust of wind, making me freeze for a moment. I was strolling through the shopping center, indulging in a bit of much-needed "me time." Mike had been sweet enough to encourage me to take a break, and I didn’t hesitate. I’d been craving some space, a little mental getaway from all the baby preparations, the constant flow of questions, and the never-ending advice from family and friends.But now, here was Ellen, Mike’s ex, standing before me like some dark cloud. Of all the people I could run into today, it had to be her.I glanced over at her, taking in her perfectly put-together appearance. She was dressed to kill, as usual. Her sleek, black designer outfit clung to her toned figure, and her heels were just high enough to make a statement. I almost rolled my eyes. Of course, she looked like a runway model even while shopping. I sighed inwardly. I wasn’t about to let her get to