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.

prompting Mila to wake up immediately to prepare formula. Hearing the noise, Nathan woke up as

they clumsily prepared the formula, fed the

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

midst of her postpartum recovery. She faintly heard her son

found Nathan cradling their baby. He was soothing their son from

tenderly tending to their baby in the quiet hours before dawn. The

the night's demands, Mila

once again. Mila groggily opened her eyes to

Mila already felt that

Nathan was there to help, allowing her to catch a few hours of sleep during the

Nathan himself hadn't slept at all. Despite his packed schedule

shake off a feeling of guilt. She would

time to rest, unlike Mila and Nathan,

open, and Mila saw Nathan coming back into