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

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

2:00 am, they repeated the same routine preparing the formula, feeding, and burping the baby. After soothing the baby back to sleep, Mila and

was still in the midst of her postpartum recovery. She faintly heard her

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

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

the night's demands, Mila succumbed to

again. Mila groggily opened her eyes to find Nathan taking their son out

that the maternity nurse's high salary

was there to help, allowing her to catch a

slept at all. Despite his packed

guilt. She would be best for their son to with

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

creaked open, and Mila