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The sterile smell of the hospital room is overwhelming. Damien paces back and forth, his shoes squeaking faintly against the polished floor. He glances at the clock—three hours have passed since Carol’s labor began, but still no baby. His heart races with every groan or gasp from Carol. Carol lies on the hospital bed, her face pale and strained as another contraction grips her. Sweat beads her forehead, and she clutches Damien’s hand tightly. She groans in pain, clenching her eyes shut. “Carol, I’m here,” he whispers, brushing her hair back gently. “You’re doing so well.” She groans, barely able to respond. “I… can’t. It’s too much, Damien. It feels like my spines are breaking” His heart twists, and he kneels beside her, his voice thick with emotion. “You can. You’re the strongest person I know. I’d trade places with you if I could.” Her lips twitch into a weak smile. “You… wouldn’t last five minutes.” Damien chuckles, though his eyes glisten with unshed tears. “You’r
Last Updated : 2024-12-31Mr. Cripple And Mrs. Deaf : Twist Of Fate Finding a perfect name...
The soft light of late afternoon streams through the hospital window, casting a warm glow over the room. Carol reclines against the pillows, her newborn daughter snuggled against her chest. Damien sits beside her, his fingers brushing her arm as he watches them both with a tenderness that makes her heart flutter. “You know we can’t keep calling her ‘Baby Girl,’ right?” Carol says, her voice playful but weary. Damien grins. “I thought we settled on Princess Buttercup Moonbeam Sparkle?” Carol groans, rolling her eyes. “Damien, be serious. She needs a name. And it has to be perfect.” “Alright, alright,” Damien relents, leaning back in his chair. “You’ve been thinking about this for nine months. Hit me with your best idea.” Carol looks down at their daughter, her tiny fingers clutching at the edge of the blanket. “She’s so beautiful,” she murmurs, her eyes misty. “She needs a name that’s… elegant. Timeless.” Damien nods, his expression softening. “Okay. How about Grace? Simple,
Last Updated : 2024-12-31Mr. Cripple And Mrs. Deaf : Twist Of Fate Red shoes
Damien steps out of Carol's favorite bakery with a box of freshly baked cake in his hands, a small smile tugging at the corners of his lips. The cake, a delicate creation adorned with soft pastel frosting, is for Carol. It’s a small celebration, a way to mark another milestone in their journey. He can do anything but refuses to fulfill her smallest wishes. As he walks down the bustling sidewalk to his car, his thoughts are focused on Carol, Aria and their new life together. But then something catches his eye as he passes a small boutique window. Red shoes. Tiny red shoes, perched on a shelf in the display. His heart skips a beat as he stops in his tracks, staring at them. They’re the most adorable thing he’s ever seen. He steps closer, peering through the glass. The shoes are small, far too small for Aria’s little feet at this moment, but something about them pulls at him. They’re bright red, soft leather, with tiny laces tied in a neat bow. Despite knowing they’ll likely be t
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“Damien,” Eunice says, her tone teasing, “are you changing diapers yet?” He grins. “I’ve changed exactly three so far. Carol’s doing most of the heavy lifting.” “Typical,” Katie says, rolling her eyes dramatically. Carol chuckles. “Hey, he’s learning. It’s kind of cute watching him try to figure out which side of the diaper goes where. But I am doing nothing. In his absence, It's the nurse who is doing everything. I am just enjoying a vacation with a back pain!” She lazily shrugs. The room erupts in laughter, even Damien joining in. Grace picks up one of the cookies, nibbling thoughtfully. “So, have you decided on a middle name yet? Or is it just Aria Crawley for now?” Carol exchanges a glance with Damien. ” No! We got one... Celeste. Aria Celeste Crawley!" Katie leans forward, her eyes sparkling with mischief. “How about Aria Cookie Crawley? In honor of these amazing snacks.” Carol laughs so hard she winces. “Oh, no, don’t make me laugh. It hurts!” “Sorry!” Ka
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The next day, Eunice and the others welcomed Carol and Aria with a graceful grand welcome party. From cake to sushi, to a presentation on how Damien should change diapers and how Carol should enjoy her maternity leave, everything was thoughtfully planned. Damien, without any arguments, gladly took on his responsibilities as a new father and supportive husband. The day ended with happiness and laughter, as the boys in the house promised to take care of their "madam" and the little miss of the house. After everyone left, it became a bit complicated for Carol and Damien to adjust to the new changes. Aria is a quiet girl. She only cries when she is hungry or in an emergency. Otherwise, she sleeps most of the time. Thankfully, all her medical reports came back normal. However, the situation with Carol is more complicated. Although she was initially fine with nurses helping her with medication and other tasks, she has started feeling feverish and deprived. She has booked therapy ses
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It feels like the strength she once had has been drained by something unseen. The motivation to move, to do anything beyond taking care of her daughter, has vanished. She looks around—lethargic and in pain. Fear, insecurities, and low self-esteem weigh on her as she keeps wondering: *Am I neglecting my daughter?* But then she realizes she’s lying in bed, her daughter nestled beside her. Across the bed, her husband is staring at her, his eyes warm and patient. She immediately sits up. “Good morning, love,” Damien greets her softly, a gentle smile on his face. Her gaze shifts to him. “Good morning. When did you bring her here? Sorry, I forgot to feed her again!” “No worries,” he says, sitting up and moving closer. “Let me tie your hair,” he adds, reaching for her. He can smell her unwashed hair, but he doesn’t care. “I’m alright,” she protests, trying to stop him as her tank top slips off her shoulder. “I know,” he replies, extending his hands to gather her hair. “Thank you,
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It was as if she needed that time—to enjoy herself and reflect on everything. Suddenly becoming a mother while grappling with mental distress from all that had been happening around her wasn’t easy, no matter how strong she was. Physically, she was fine, but mentally, she wasn’t. Right now, Carol takes a glance at her reflection. Two weeks ago, Damien took her out for a dinner date to celebrate their first anniversary. Within a year, her entire life had changed. She was a mother now, free from toxicity and anyone who could drag her down. The silk dress she wears looks stunning, complementing her beautifully. She grins playfully before walking into her closet and selecting a dress for Aria as well. Today, they’ll wear matching outfits. Damien has been doing everything he can to make things easier for her, helping her heal as quickly as possible. She has stopped overthinking every little thing and is finally allowing herself to embrace her new role. After all, no matter what, she is
Last Updated : 2025-01-04Mr. Cripple And Mrs. Deaf : Twist Of Fate Son of Martinez
"Are you free? I bought something for my baby!" Carol hops into the car, heading to the company to spend the evening with Damien."What did you buy this time? I told you to stop wasting money on things that won’t be useful!" she says, signaling Kiel, the chauffeur, to drive."It’s not something wasteful. I’m heading back home tomorrow. Let’s meet tomorrow evening!" Eunice responds."Fine. Be careful on your way home.""Okay, New Mama! I have to attend one last meeting before heading to the airport. Bye, and take care!"Eunice hangs up. Carol adjusts Aria’s seat and looks at Kiel, who is fiddling with the car’s temperature controls."Can you stop by and get three cups of coffee?" she asks, placing the lunchbox she prepared for Damien beside her."Okay, Carol," Kiel replies, driving on. On the way, Carol plays with Aria, who is holding her hand. Her daughter is growing up so well. She feels nothing but gratitude.While Carol is busy, Kiel glances at her through the rearview mirror.
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It’s late evening, and the house is quiet except for the soft hum of the air conditioner. Everyone left except Carol. She just put Aria in her bed after a long day. Carol is curled up on the couch, absentmindedly scrolling through her phone, catching up on the day’s events. The soft glow from the screen lights up her face, and she can’t help but smile as she reads a message from her best friend, Eunice. After what felt like a long stretch of tension and uncertainty, Eunice and James have decided to try again—James is back, and it seems like they’re working things out. Carol’s heart swells with happiness for her friend. Just as she leans back, stretching her legs on the couch, the front door opens, and Damien walks in. His shoulders are hunched, his tie slightly loosened, and he looks exhausted. The stress from his day is evident, and he doesn’t even bother to take off his shoes before walking towards the living room. Carol raises an eyebrow, putting her phone down and watching
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Aria sits quietly on the couch, her little body curled up into a ball, her plush carrot tightly held against her chest. Her small face is scrunched up, a mixture of confusion and sadness overtaking her usual lively demeanor. She can’t stop thinking about what happened with Julian earlier, and it's hurting her innocence heart more than she’s willing to admit. She is confused why Julian wants to play with someone else when she is playing with him. Damien, noticing his daughter’s silence, looks over at her from the kitchen, where he’s sipping his coffee. His heart clenches at the sight of her pouting face. Aria usually bounces around the house with boundless energy, but today, she’s a shell of her usual self. He places the mug down on the counter and walks over to her. “Hey, kiddo,” he says softly, sitting beside her on the couch. He gently pulls her onto his lap, his big hands rubbing circles on her back as he tries to comfort her. “What’s wrong, princess? Why the long face?” Aria d
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The apartment is filled with the sound of the faint rustling of clothes and the occasional thud of a box being moved around. It’s quiet in a way that feels almost suffocating, the air thick with the unspoken tension that has been building for weeks. Since James hasn't been in his company, I couldn't ignore the situation. He wants to stay a few days to travel around the city. However, he has been getting lots of calls from his assistant. I can't let him slack off all day like a lazy ass. I sit cross-legged on the bed, staring at the half-packed suitcase in front of me, my fingers mindlessly folding the clothes I’ve laid out. My thoughts are a jumbled mess, as usual, filled with a thousand things—mostly about what’s coming next, about leaving and starting over, about the future that feels uncertain. But there’s one constant. One person. James. I can feel him watching me from across the room, where he’s leaned lazily against the dresser, arms crossed, his gaze locked onto me
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Although I couldn't secure a position in the American branch of my company, for our best interests, James has asked me to work for him in his company. Although it's a new company, Damien has been helping him with lots of projects. We will leave soon. I have resigned my position. The bar is alive with music, the low hum of conversations, and the occasional burst of laughter as glasses clink together in celebration. The air is thick with the scent of alcohol, fried food, and something bittersweet that lingers beneath it all—farewells. My farewell. I should be celebrating. This is my night, after all. A send-off from colleagues who’ve become friends, from a place that’s been my home for years. A place I fought to leave, worked tirelessly to outgrow. But as I sit at the bar, nursing my fourth—or maybe fifth?—drink, there’s a hollow feeling settling deep inside me, like something slipping through my fingers no matter how tightly I try to hold on. Maybe because I acknowledged th
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The apartment is unbearably quiet. I sit curled up on the couch, knees drawn to my chest, staring blankly at the dark ceiling. The only sound is the faint hum of the refrigerator, but even that feels distant—like the world outside this room no longer exists. James’s message from last night is still on my phone, the words burning into my mind. "Staying at a hotel tonight. Don’t wait up."He didn’t call. Didn’t ask to talk. Didn’t even ask why. I clutch the blanket around me, my fingers tightening in the fabric. The weight in my chest is suffocating, pressing down like a stone. Sleep never came, only hours of staring at the walls, thinking about the moment he found that ticket—how his expression darkened, how he left without another word. He knows. And I hurt him. The sky outside turns from black to gray, signaling morning, but it doesn’t bring relief. The ache in my chest only deepens. I can’t sit in this silence any longer. My hands tremble as I pick up my phone and d
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Eunice, The morning sunlight drapes across the living room, casting a golden warmth over the space. Everything feels too still, too peaceful, as if the world itself is oblivious to the storm brewing inside me. James moves around the kitchen with ease, sleeves rolled up, flipping pancakes like it’s second nature. I watch him, mesmerized by the way he hums under his breath, his presence so familiar yet so foreign at the same time. It should be comforting—this domesticity, this quiet moment between us. But instead, my chest tightens, because I know that soon, everything will change. Since we have returned home, I have been fighting with myself for a decision that I thought was simple a month ago. However, his appearance, me falling in love with him again made that simple decision one of the hardest decisions ever. I haven’t told him yet. “You’re staring,” James teases, his voice smooth, pulling me out of my thoughts. He glances over his shoulder, flashing that boyish grin that u
Mr. Cripple And Mrs. Deaf : Twist Of Fate Aria is upset
With a long-suffering sigh, he nods. “Fine. I promise.” Aria beams, hugging him tightly. “Yay! My Julie forever!” Irene smirks, crossing her arms. “We’ll see about that.” Julian groans, rubbing his temples as Aria and Irene continue their tug-of-war over him. He has had enough. “Can you both just stop?!” He snaps finally, his patience finally breaking and wearing off. Especially to Aria who is clinging onto him like a slime. Silence falls. Aria blinks, her grip on his shirt loosening. “J-Julie…?” Her voice is small, uncertain. Julian exhales sharply, running a hand through his hair. “Irene, you always mess with me and now her, and Aria, you act like a spoiled kid whenever I talk to anyone else!” His voice is firm, frustrated. “I can be friends with other people! You don’t own me, Aria!” His sharp cold eyes shudders Aria who looks confused with Julian's cold and indifferent gaze. The room suddenly feels too quiet. Aria’s fingers tremble as she stares at him,
Mr. Cripple And Mrs. Deaf : Twist Of Fate Aria's Jealousy War
Julian narrows his eyes before walking towards the door, " What's their name!?" He asks. " Julie! You got friends. What about me?" She follows him hugging her plush. " I don't know her name but she is here to play with you!" Julian walks downstairs while Aria skips the staircases one after one. " Why do you have friends? I don't have friends. I want to be friends with your friend!" She keeps whining while running towards Julian. " Hi! Julian!" A girl wearing a beautiful dress shyly waves her hand. " I am here to play." " Irene! Why are you here?" Julian asks, frowning a bit. " To play -!" Julian barely takes two steps forward before Aria latches onto his arm, her plush carrot squeezed against her chest like a battle shield. Her big, round eyes lock onto the girl standing before them, her lips pursed in a deep frown. Irene blinks, then smiles, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. “Is this your little sister, Julian?” Aria gasps dramatically, releasing Julian just to s
Mr. Cripple And Mrs. Deaf : Twist Of Fate Aria's Ultimate Weapon
Two days ago, Julian told her that he hated her for touching his homework. Now she is yet to get over from that shock. Julian barely stirs under the warmth of his blanket, his face half-buried in his pillow. The room is quiet except for the faint rustling of fabric as he tries to sink deeper into sleep. But Aria stands frozen at his bedside, her tiny fists clenched, her eyes shimmering with unshed tears. "He said he hates me…" Her lips tremble, but not from sadness—from determination. She knows Julian better than anyone. He can say all he wants, but the moment she starts crying, he’ll melt like an ice cream cone in the sun. Taking a deep breath, she clenches her plush carrot and prepares for battle. She sniffs. Loudly. A little whimper escapes her lips, followed by another dramatic sniff. Then, with precise control, her lower lip wobbles as she blinks rapidly, allowing fat, glistening tears to pool in her big eyes. Julian shifts slightly under the blanket. She s
