The Wrong Woman

Nathan walked along the garden path, his eyes focused on the gazebo up ahead. The breeze and sunshine enveloped him.

As he approached Gary, Florence, and Wanda, he silently vowed to safeguard them for as long as he lived.

Inside the gazebo, Mila felt a strong gaze upon her. Looking up, she locked eyes with Nathan.

With a gentle smile, he approached with confidence. He seemed to glow from a distance.

Mila couldn't help but smile as warmth flooded their exchanged glances.

After hours of deliberation, they were still searching for the perfect name.

Despite Nathan's suggestion to take their time, Gary and Florence were completely engrossed in their search for the perfect name. Their dedication to this task surpassed even their commitment during their time as students.

As night descended, Mila disregarded the maternity nurse's advice and insisted on sharing a bed with her son. She positioned herself in the middle, with Nathan on one side and their son on the other. It wasn't until later that night that she realized the nurse had been right.

At midnight, her son began to cry, prompting Mila to wake up immediately to prepare formula. Hearing the noise, Nathan woke up as well.

formula, fed the baby, changed

the formula, feeding, and burping the baby. After soothing the

in the midst of her postpartum recovery. She faintly heard her son cry once more at 4:00 am. However, this time, the crying was

baby. He was soothing their son from crying

to military life, yet he was now tenderly tending to their

the night's demands, Mila succumbed to

the air once again. Mila groggily opened her eyes to

felt that

allowing her to catch a few hours of sleep during the latter part

his packed schedule and limited rest, he

that moment,

off a

a feeling of

for their

with the maternity nurse

tending to the baby, the nurse had ample time to rest, unlike Mila

open, and Mila

and whispered, "Our son is with the nurse now.