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,

they clumsily prepared the formula, fed the baby,

they repeated the same routine preparing the formula, feeding, and burping the baby. After soothing the baby back to sleep, Mila and Nathan found

faintly heard her son cry

she reluctantly peeled open her heavy eyelids, she found Nathan cradling their baby. He was soothing their son from crying while preparing formula with his

life, yet he was now tenderly tending to their

the night's demands,

6:00 am, their son's cries filled the air once again. Mila groggily

one night, Mila already felt that the maternity nurse's high

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

his packed schedule and limited

feeling of guilt. She would be best for their son to with the maternity

ample time to

the door creaked open, and Mila saw Nathan coming back