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.

instantly heated up. "It's nothing.

was reborn, and I hadn't had my period yet. It felt 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 any precautions, even though I knew I would get pregnant that night. It was my way of making amends for my past life, for my

and

noticed Max wasn't around. Probably, he had gone to

was like the icing on the cake in this life. But with my heart already so

BUMS

at the maternity department, I saw Max walking in with a

a wall, my heart racing. Was

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

if I wanted to know whether I

number, making me the

in line.

toward the closed door behind him, where the woman he came with hadn't

I said, "Dr. Hilton,