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.

to wake up immediately to prepare formula.

they clumsily prepared the formula, fed the baby, changed his diaper, and burped

the formula, feeding, and burping the baby. After soothing the baby back to sleep, Mila and Nathan

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

cradling their baby. He was soothing their son from crying

their baby in the quiet hours before dawn. The sight was both touching and

from the night's

their son's cries filled the air once again. Mila groggily opened her

one night, Mila already felt that

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

his packed

Mila couldn't shake off a feeling of guilt. She would

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

creaked open, and Mila saw Nathan coming