With one last glance at the oblivious pair, I whispered to my unborn child, “We’re going to fight for our future, and we’re going to win.” Then, slipping into the shadows, I turned back toward the life that awaited me. A life I would rebuild, stronger than ever.
My heart raced as I watched Derrick through the bustling halls of the hospital, his doting attention fixed on Samantha—his lover from the Crimsoneye pack. The same Derrick who claimed he was too busy to attend even one prenatal check-up with me. Yet here he was, tending to Samantha with a level of care that made me feel like an outsider in my own life.
I lingered behind a pillar in the waiting area, observing as he leaned close to her, his hand gently resting on her back. His voice was soft, but I could still make out his words in the quiet space.
“The doctor says you need to be more mindful of your diet now. Try to stay active and go easy on heavy meals, okay?”
Samantha let out a playful huff, rolling her eyes. “Alright, but you’re the one who brought too many treats! You’re making this difficult,” she teased, pretending to be annoyed.