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.

began to cry, prompting Mila to wake up immediately to prepare formula. Hearing the

formula, fed the baby, changed

am, they repeated the same routine preparing the formula, feeding, and burping the baby.

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

Nathan cradling their baby. He was soothing their son from crying while preparing formula with

their baby in the quiet hours

drained from the night's demands, Mila succumbed to

cries filled the air once again. Mila groggily opened her

night, Mila already felt that the maternity

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

hadn't slept at all. Despite his packed schedule and limited rest, he

guilt. She would be best for their son to with

nurse had ample time to rest, unlike Mila and Nathan, who were juggling their work

open, and Mila saw Nathan coming back into the