Beyond the Divorce

When I woke up, the sharp scent of hospital disinfectant filled my nose. Groggily turning over, I collided with a warm body. I quickly opened my eyes to find Atlas lying beside me. Staring at him in confusion, I struggled to grasp what was happening.

He looked at me with a tender smile and gently kissed me. "Good morning, sleepyhead. Are you finally awake?"

Still dazed, I mumbled, "What time is it?"

"It's 7," he replied softly.

"7?" I blinked, suddenly realizing it was evening. But why did it still seem like dawn outside?

"7 p.m.," Atlas clarified.

I gasped, glancing outside and then back at him.

"It's 7 p.m.? Then... where's Dad?" Uncertain, I asked, trying to make sense of it all.

"He woke up briefly, then dozed off again. The doctor says he's finally getting some real rest," Atlas informed me in a gentle tone.

flooded through me. So, it was

abruptly, ready to get out of

need to see my

affection and warmth in his eyes. Maybe there was even a little lust in

"Hey. We're

later, but let's get something straight first. Don't get too worked up. Get up, grab a bite, then go see him." "Oh. I'll just take a peek at him and come back

the last meal I had was yesterday morning. That meal made me feel

Now, I was famished.

with me. Eat

says he might sleep for

this time." Atlas got up and helped me. "You need to eat properly, or else

astonishment, feeling

brightly and gently rubbed my abdomen. "You're pregnant. We're going to have a

staring at him in disbelief,

quite sudden, leaving me unsure how to