In the golden hues of sunset, he stood on a romantic hot air balloon platform, gently cupping Daniela’s rosy cheeks as they kissed passionately.
I left a comment.
[Wishing you two a lifetime of love, and a healthy baby on the way.]
Ten minutes later, my phone rang. It was Michael.
I didn’t pick up.
Thirty minutes after that, I finished the discharge process alone.
And just as I walked past the OB-GYN department, I saw Michael, and beside him was Daniela.
I overheard a young nurse at the consultation desk say sweetly to Daniela.
“Mrs. Hudson, your husband really adores you. He comes with you every time, and even warms the ultrasound gel himself so you won’t feel cold during the checkup.”
The surrounding pregnant women looked at her with open admiration.
My hand moved subconsciously to my stomach.
I remembered...
There had been a child here once.
On the day of the car accident, I suffered a miscarriage due to blood loss. I cried while making a video call to Michael.
But all I saw was a naked Daniela on the screen, smiling as she said, “Mrs. Hudson, your husband lost a game to me, so as punishment, he’s currently tied to the bed. Is there something you need from him?”
I said nothing and hung up.