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

the baby,

and burping the baby. After soothing the baby back to sleep,

recovery. She faintly heard her son cry once more at 4:00 am.

her heavy eyelids, she found Nathan cradling their baby. He was soothing their son from crying

was accustomed to military life, yet he was now tenderly tending to their baby in the quiet hours before dawn. The

from the night's demands, Mila succumbed to

their son's cries filled the air once again. Mila groggily opened her eyes to find Nathan taking their son

Mila already felt that the maternity nurse's high salary was

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

packed schedule and limited rest,

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

the nurse had ample time to rest,

Mila saw Nathan coming back into the