Lost Me Gained Regret

"Shall we get hitched as soon as the mourning period is over? Just get it done?" I blurted out, breaking the silence between us.

Gregory stared at me for what felt like an eternity, his emotions flickering through his eyes like scenes from a movie. Disbelief, joy, excitement, and a hint of annoyance that I had stolen his thunder by popping the question first. But he remained silent, simply pulling me into

an embrace.

I wanted to pat his back to comfort him, but remembering his injury, I gently tapped the back of his head instead.

"Go beam with joy over there; I need to have a word with Mr. Smith," I said, gesturing for Gregory to step aside, making room for Mr. Smith.

I turned to Mr. Smith. "I'm at a loss here. I need a solution, and I'll follow your advice to the letter. I just want to make sure this baby stays safe."

Gregory quickly added, "We can keep the baby, but not at the expense of Jane's well-being."

Mr. Smith stroked his beard thoughtfully before asking, "Are you sure about this?"

"Yes," I replied, a slight smile tugging at my lips as I recalled a dream about promising my grandmother that I'd bring the baby to visit her, calling her 'Great-Grandma." "I can't go back on my word."

then," Mr. Smith nodded. "As long as you're willing to follow my

out of bed, I could only lean forward

big one once this is

course," we both

...

the days

settled into a routine. Once his fever subsided, he was back to work, turning our room into a makeshift office filled with paperwork. And me, I kept him company, occasionally joining Mr. Smith

to listen to the baby's heartbeat alongside me. It was

eyebrow, he said, "I swear the baby just told me she's my

seeing

doesn't hold your earlier words against

during this time.

uncharacteristic seriousness

en

back in our room, I looked at