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THIRTY-ONE

At thirty-seven weeks pregnant, getting ready for date night felt less like romance and more like an Olympic sport.I stood in front of the mirror, one hand pressed into the small of my back, the other resting instinctively over the curve of my belly.“You’re doing great,” I muttered to my reflection.The woman staring back at me still surprised me sometimes.Soft, Glowing and Loved.A year ago, I wouldn’t have recognized her.A year ago, I was surviving.Now I was living.I adjusted the strap of the black dress and exhaled slowly, letting the memories settle the way they always did when I paused long enough.The night I told him about the pregnancy still played in flashes.My grandmother’s kitchen.The tremble in my hands.The way my voice cracked when I said the words.And the way Flavian didn’t even blink.That night had ended with dinner at my grandparents’ house; laughter, awkward questions, my grandfather sizing him up like he was interviewing him for the role of my entire futur

Thirty Two

That night, after Flavian’s proposal, our house felt impossibly quiet, in that rare way that made every sound—our breathing, the faint creak of the floorboards, even the soft rustle of the curtains echo as if it had meaning. I lay in bed, my head resting against his chest, and let myself absorb the reality of it all.He had asked me to marry him. Not in some rushed, pressured moment, but with patience, thoughtfulness, and love that had left me breathless. My fingers traced the broad planes of his chest, memorizing the warmth and the steady rhythm of his heartbeat. Every beat was a reminder that he was here, that we were here, and that our lives had changed forever.“We should focus on the baby for now,” Flavian said quietly, his voice low and steady. He brushed a stray strand of hair behind my ear, his thumb lingering against my cheek. “The wedding… it can wait. i know You’ve always dreamed of a big wedding. You don’t want to elope.”I smiled against his chest, inhaling the scent of h

Thirty three

Petite, poised, striking, with dark hair that mirrored his own and eyes that held a mischievous glint. The kind of woman who could fill a room without making a sound, and whose presence demanded attention, whether you wanted to give it or not. that was Cheryl Navarro. Flavian’s mother.I didn’t know what to expect from meeting her. I had never met her before. I didn’t even know she existed in my daily life outside the vague stories Flavian had hinted at: an abusive father, a distant mother, trust issues that had taken years to unravel. And now she was here, in my home, with that smile that didn’t quite reach her eyes.She moved with an almost theatrical grace into the living room, placing herself carefully among the half-emptied dishes and the faint scent of the flowers still lingering on the table. “Fiona,” she said, her voice smooth, honeyed with just a hint of steel, “we’ve never met. How… interesting.”I forced a polite smile. “Yes its a pleasure… to finally meet you”Her eyes f

Thirty Four

The next morning felt heavier than it should have.I knew it the moment I opened my eyes.It wasn’t anything physical at first. The sunlight still filtered softly through the curtains, the sheets still smelled like him, and the quiet hum of the house felt the same. But something had shifted.Something subtle.Something that made my chest tighten before I could even name it.Flavian was already awake beside me, sitting up slightly, his phone in his hand but his gaze distant. Not focused. Not present.Thinking.That alone told me everything I needed to know.Last night hadn’t passed. It had only… settled.I pushed myself up slowly, one hand instinctively resting under my belly as I adjusted. “You didn’t sleep,” I said quietly.He glanced at me, a faint smile tugging at his lips, but it didn’t reach his eyes. “I did.”“You’re a terrible liar,” I murmured.That earned me a softer look, one that almost made me forget the tension coiled between us. Almost.For a second, I considered asking h

Thirty Five

I woke up before the sun fully rose.For a moment, everything felt still.Peaceful.The kind of quiet that used to comfort me; the soft hum of the house, the faint rustle of curtains shifting with the early morning breeze, the warmth of the sheets wrapped around me.It almost made me forget.Almost.Then I turned my head slightly.And the memory settled back in.Cheryl Navarro.In this house.In my space.I exhaled slowly, staring up at the ceiling as the weight of it pressed down on my chest again.It was strange how one person could change the entire feeling of a place overnight.This house had always felt safe.Like a world Flavian built where nothing could reach me.But now It felt watched.Criticised.Different.I shifted carefully, one hand instinctively moving to rest over my belly. The small, grounding motion steadied me, even if just a little.“You’re okay,” I whispered softly.This time, it sounded more like a reminder than a fact.Beside me, Flavian was already awake.I did

Thirty Six

The house was eerily quiet that afternoon.Not the peaceful kind.The kind that made you aware of every sound,every movement and every thought that lingered just a little too long. since i told Cheryl to back off from the nursery i had not seen much of her. She did not even come out for dinner that night nor breakfast this morning, requesting the staff bring her meals to her room. I guess i must have hit a nerve.my son was still at school and flavian had gone into the office. i was still on maternity leave from the firm and Mr hale made it easy enough to handle things via email. i missed working and having a purpose so i poured most of that energy into getting ready for the baby.I was in the living room, flipping through samples the contractor sent over for her wardrobe , trying to settle on something that felt right.Soft.Warm.feminine.After everything that had happened the day before, I needed that.Something small that reminded me I still had control over my own space.Over

Thirty Seven

The bathroom door opened a few minutes later, steam spilling into the room as Flavian stepped out, a towel slung low around his waist.I didn’t turn immediately.I stayed seated at the edge of the bed, my hands clasped tightly in my lap, staring at nothing in particular.I felt him pause.Like he was trying to read the room.Trying to figure out which version of me he was walking into.“Fiona…”I exhaled slowly before finally looking up at him.“Do you believe me?” I asked.No build-up.No softening.Just the question.It caught him off guard.I saw it in the way his brows pulled together slightly.“Of course I—”“No,” I cut in, my voice steady. “Not what you think you’re supposed to say. I’m asking what you actually believe.”Silence.He ran a hand through his damp hair, tension settling across his shoulders again.“Because your first instinct wasn’t to ask me. It wasn’t to trust me. It was to look at me like I had done something wrong.”His expression shifted at that.Guilt.“I was

Thirty Eight

I didn’t stop walking until I reached the end of the hallway.Past the noise.Past the laughter.Past the carefully curated illusion Cheryl had built downstairs.The moment I turned the corner, the sound dulled into something distant.Manageable.I exhaled slowly, pressing my palm briefly against the wall as I tried to steady myself.Not because I was about to cry.No.That wasn’t it.It was the adrenaline.The kind that left your veins buzzing long after the moment had passed.The kind that made everything feel sharper.Clearer.Final.I heard his footsteps behind me.Of course I did.“Fiona.”I closed my eyes briefly before turning.Flavian stood a few feet away, his expression tight, controlled but I could see it.The tension.The conflict.“You left,” he said.I let out a small breath.“Yes.”A pause.“You didn’t have to handle it like that.”There it was.I tilted my head slightly.“Like what?”His jaw tightened.“You embarrassed her. In front of everyone.”I laughed.Soft.Disbe

Thirty Nine

“My back! Oh my God—my back!”The sound echoed through the room, sharp and jarring, cutting through the silence like glass shattering.For a moment I couldn’t move.Couldn’t think.Couldn’t even breathe properly.I just stood there, staring at Cheryl sprawled on the floor, her body twisted slightly, one hand clutching her lower back as she let out another cry.“She broke my back!” she wailed. “Flavian—she attacked me!”Attacked.The word hit me like a slap.I blinked.Once.Twice.Trying to process what was happening in front of me.Because this didn’t make sense.None of this made sense.I hadn’t pushed her that hard.Had I?My chest tightened.My heart began to pound, fast and uneven, like it was trying to catch up to something my mind hadn’t fully grasped yet.“Mother—”Flavian’s voice cut in, low and urgent as he moved past me quickly, dropping to his knees beside her.That movementThat instinct...It did something to me.Something small.But sharp.I watched as he reached for her

Forty

The morning didn’t feel like morning.It felt like something suspended.Like the house itself was holding its breath after everything that had happened the night before.I barely slept.Every time I closed my eyes, I saw it again.Cheryl on the floor.Flavian kneeling beside her.The hesitation.The silence between us afterward.It clung to me like something I couldn’t shake off...........................................................................................................................................................................................................................Flavian was already dressed when I came downstairs.“Good morning,” he said carefully.I nodded once.No smile.No warmth.Just acknowledgment.He studied me for a second longer than necessary.“You didn’t sleep,” he said.“I did,” I replied simply.It wasn’t a lie.But it wasn’t the truth either.Before he could say anything else, Cheryl’s voice floated from the hallway.“Oh, Flavian, we shoul

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