Rebirth Into My Second Chance

The next morning, I woke up in my apartment still in yesterday's clothes, everything intact.

I vaguely remembered Max bringing me home the previous night, and I thought I might have done something to him.

I couldn't quite put my finger on what happened. I tried calling Richard, but he didn't pick up. Glancing down at my clothes, I recalled making a bet with Richard that Max was gay, and Max had said something in response.

Looking in the mirror while brushing my teeth, my face was all puffy from drinking, and that was when I noticed a small bruise at the corner of my mouth.

Oh no! Max had proven he wasn't gay through actions rather than words. My head was pounding. How was I supposed to face him at work later?

Just then, Richard called back in a groggy voice, "Did you bring me home last night?"

"No, it was Mr. Collins. And, Richard, Max isn't gay. He proved it." I could almost hear Richard jump out of bed on the other end.

"How did he prove it?" he asked after a moment.

heated up. "It's nothing. Don't

like something was filling up inside me. From my past life, I knew I was supposed to get pregnant. I would have someone related by blood, no longer alone. That's why I didn't take

a piece of toast, I slipped on my shoes and headed straight to the hospital's maternity department

the house, I noticed Max wasn't

Max was like the icing on the cake in this life. But with my heart already so fragile, I didn't want to disturb his peaceful

BUMS

I arrived at the maternity department, I saw

wall, my heart racing. Was I feeling

and they were there for a prenatal check-up. No wonder I hadn't seen him this morning. He

suddenly unsure if I wanted to know whether I was pregnant. But as

number, making me the

in line.

and I locked eyes. I glanced toward the closed door behind him, where the woman he came with

to sound indifferent, I said, "Dr. Hilton, this