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.

prepared the formula, fed the baby, changed

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

postpartum recovery. She faintly heard her son cry once more

open her heavy eyelids, she found Nathan cradling their baby. He

now tenderly tending to their

the night's demands,

the air once again. Mila groggily opened

felt that the maternity nurse's high

catch a few hours

Despite his packed schedule and limited rest, he

moment, Mila

off a

feeling

best for their son

with the maternity nurse

the nurse had ample time to rest, unlike Mila and Nathan, who

door creaked open, and Mila

laid down on the bed, touched her forehead, and whispered, "Our son is with the nurse now.