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.

cheeks instantly heated up. "It's nothing. Don't worry. Everything's

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 child.In this life, I wanted to be responsible for my child. Now that Richard was okay and nothing terrible had happened to me, everything

shoes and headed straight to the

the house, I noticed Max wasn't around. Probably, he

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

BUMS

department, I saw Max

my heart racing. Was

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

I wanted to know whether I was pregnant. But

number, making me the

in line.

eyes. I glanced toward the closed door behind him, where

"Dr. Hilton, this is my private