Alice woke up to Charlie's soft cries. She quickly got out of bed and picked up her baby boy from his crib. "Shh, it's okay, sweetie," she whispered, rocking him gently.As she changed Charlie's diaper and got him ready for the day, Alice couldn't shake off the worry that had settled in her chest. The threatening text from last night kept playing in her mind.She looked at Charlie, now happily babbling in his high chair as she prepared his bottle. He was so small, so innocent. At just eight months old, he had no idea of the fears that kept his mother up at night.Alice's phone buzzed. Her heart raced, thinking it might be another threat. But it was just Max."Good morning. Hope you and Charlie had a good night. See you at work?"Alice smiled, feeling some of her worry ease. She quickly texted back a "Yes, see you soon" before finishing Charlie's morning routine.At the daycare, Alice hugged Charlie extra tight before handing him over to Miss Laura. "Please," Alice said, her voice shak
Alice woke up with a start, her heart racing. It took her a moment to remember where she was - in Max's guest room. She looked over at Charlie, still sleeping peacefully in his portable crib, and felt a wave of relief wash over her.As she got Charlie ready for the day, Alice couldn't shake the feeling of unease that had settled in her stomach. The photo Margaret had sent kept flashing in her mind, making her hold Charlie a little tighter than usual."We're going to be okay, sweetie," she whispered to Charlie as she strapped him into his car seat. "Mommy's going to keep you safe."At work, Alice found it hard to concentrate. She kept checking her phone, half expecting another threatening message from Margaret. Max noticed her distraction during their morning meeting."Alice," he said gently as the others filed out of the room, "are you sure you're okay? You seem really worried."Alice sighed, frowning her face. "I'm just scared, Max. What if Margaret tries something? What if she tries
she stood in her doorway, Margaret on one side and Max approaching from the other. Charlie's cries from inside the apartment grew louder, adding to the tension."Alice?" Max called again, concern clear in his voice. "What's going on?"Before Alice could respond, Margaret stepped forward, a cold smile on her face. "Oh, don't mind me. I'm just here to have a little chat with Alice about her son. Our son, I should say."Max reached them, his eyes darting between Alice and Margaret. "Who are you?" he asked Margaret, moving protectively closer to Alice."I'm Margaret," she said sweetly. "Carson's fiancée. Or I was, until Alice here stole him away."Alice felt her temper flare. "I didn't steal anyone, Margaret. You need to leave, now."Just then, Alice's phone buzzed. It was Carson. "Don't answer that," Margaret said sharply. "We wouldn't want to spoil the surprise, would we?"Max looked confused and worried. "Alice, what's she talking about? What's going on?"Alice felt torn. She needed to
In the days following Margaret's confrontation, Alice felt a weight lift from her shoulders. The constant fear that had been her companion for weeks was finally gone. As she watched Charlie play on his baby mat, giggling at the colorful toys dangling above him, she felt a sense of peace she hadn't experienced in a long time.A knock at the door made her look up. It was Carson, right on time for his daily visit. Ever since the incident with Margaret, he had been coming by every day, sometimes just for a few minutes, other times staying for hours."Hey," he said softly as she let him in. His eyes immediately went to Charlie, a smile spreading across his face. "How's our little guy doing today?"Alice felt a warmth in her chest at his words. Our little guy. It felt right somehow. "He's great. Just had his afternoon nap, so he's full of energy."Carson knelt down next to Charlie, who immediately reached for him with chubby hands. "Hey buddy," Carson cooed, picking him up. "Did you miss yo
The morning sun streamed through the curtains as Carson packed his suitcase. He was preparing for his trip back to London, a journey he'd been putting off for too long. It was time to face his family, to explain his absence, and to resume his work at the company headquarters.As he folded a shirt, his mind wandered to Alice and Charlie. The past few weeks had been a whirlwind of rekindled emotions and growing closeness. With Margaret's threats behind them, Carson had felt free to pursue the family life he'd always wanted.A knock at the door interrupted his thoughts. It was Alice, Charlie balanced on her hip."Hey," she said, a soft smile on her face. "We thought we'd come say goodbye before you leave."Carson's heart swelled at the sight of them. "Come in," he said, reaching for Charlie. The baby gurgled happily, recognizing his father.As Carson held his son, he felt a pang of regret about leaving, even if it was just for a short while. "I'm going to miss you both," he said, looking
The ride home from the hospital was quiet, with Charlie sleeping peacefully in his car seat. Alice sat in the back with him, unable to take her eyes off her son. Carson had hailed a cab to take them home.Carson sat at the front with the cab man occasionally glancing in the rearview mirror at his little family, a mix of relief and love washing over him.As they pulled up to Alice's apartment building, Carson turned to her. "Why don't you both stay at my place tonight? I'd feel better if we were all together."Alice nodded, too exhausted to argue. "Okay, but we'll need to stop here first to pick up some things for Charlie."Once inside Alice's apartment, Carson insisted on packing while Alice tended to Charlie. As he moved around the small space, gathering clothes and toys, he was struck by how much he wanted this - not just visits and shared moments, but a real, everyday life with Alice and Charlie.With bags packed and Charlie settled, they made their way to Carson's larger apartment
"You're getting married?" Maxwell's voice was barely above a whisper, his face a mask of disbelief.Alice nodded, her eyes downcast. She had invited Maxwell to a quiet cafe and near her apartment, knowing this conversation wouldn't be easy. "Yes, Carson proposed last night. After everything that happened with Charlie's kidnapping, we realized life's too short to waste time."Maxwell sat back in his chair, his coffee untouched. The bustling café seemed to fade away as he processed Alice's words. "I see," he said finally, his voice tight. "And you're sure about this?"Alice looked up, meeting his gaze. "I am, Max. I know it might seem sudden, but Carson is Charlie's father. We have a chance to be a real family now."Maxwell's jaw clenched. He had known this was a possibility, had seen the way Alice and Carson had grown closer during the search for Charlie. But hearing it confirmed felt like a physical blow."What about us?" he asked, unable to keep the hurt from his voice. "Alice, I tho
So, how did Maxwell take the news?" Carson asked, his voice laced with concern as Alice walked through the door.Alice sighed, hanging up her coat and kicking off her shoes. "Not well," she admitted, moving to join Carson on the couch where he sat with Charlie. "He was hurt, angry even. I... I think we might have lost him as a friend."Carson wrapped an arm around her, pulling her close. "I'm sorry, love. I know he meant a lot to you."Alice leaned into Carson's embrace, reaching out to stroke Charlie's soft hair. The baby gurgled happily, oblivious to the adult concerns swirling around him. "It's for the best," she said softly. "We need to focus on our future now. Speaking of which, have you told your family yet?"Carson's face lit up with excitement. "Not yet. I wanted us to do it together. What do you say we give them a call now?"Alice nodded, a mix of nervousness and anticipation fluttering in her stomach. "Okay, let's do it."Carson had already explained everything concerning hi