Chapter Two: Tiny Bit of Hope

I let out a deep breath that I have been holding from Aiden's parents place until we got back home.

Managing to enter the house with my countenance changed,

I was stood in the middle of our penthouse when the silence hit me like a heavy cloak. It pressed down on my shoulders and sank deep into my bones.

My hands were tightly clasped together in front of me, and the way the fingers were intertwined showed how many thoughts were going through my mind at the same time.

My eyes were fixed on something far away, but I wasn't paying attention to it.

I was lost in my own thoughts. The only sound that broke the eerie silence was the steady rhythm of my breathing.

Each breath in and out reminded me of how fragile the balance is between hope and despair.

At that moment, I felt like the whole world was pressing down on me, and the huge problems I had to solve were threatening to throw me off.

But then Aiden stepped forward, like a bright light cutting through the darkness.

His presence calmed my troubled soul. His voice, which was soft and comforting, swept over me like a gentle wave and chased away the doubts that were about to take over.

Then, Aiden wrapped his arms around me and pulled me close to his chest.

I barely had time to register what was going on. His hug was like a sanctuary, a place to be safe when the storm outside was really bad.

I felt the stress leave my body as I melted into his arms.

His warmth seeped into my bones and eased the pain that had settled there.

His hand touched me around the waist. It was a soft, comforting touch that brought me back to the present.

There, in that moment, with our arms around each other, I dared to think that maybe, just maybe, our dream life wasn't a dream after all.

We didn't know what the road ahead would bring, and I knew it wouldn't be easy to find happiness.

Over the weekend, I got sick again like I have been feeling in the last month.

I got sick at strange times, making me weak and tired, the same happened on monday.

Even though I tried to brush it off as a temporary problem, the constant pain kept eating away at the edges of my mind, making me restless and uneasy.

The next day, I prepared to go to work because I was determined to do my job as the marketing team's director.

Aiden fixed a quarterly general meeting for that morning, the both of us will be going together.

…

On Tuesday morning Aiden and I arrived at Tan Corp's front door together, and it felt like a rare moment of unity in the middle of our busy lives.

When the security guards saw us coming, they stood up.

This was a sign of respect for Aiden, the CEO, and a warm welcome for me to be with him.

As we walked through the lobby, the usual chaos of the company headquarters stopped for a moment to acknowledge our presence.

I felt proud. People who worked there greeted us with polite nods and smiles, and it was clear that they admired Aiden.

But the person who worked at the front desk really made us feel welcome.

With a big smile and genuine friendliness, she called us by name and made us feel like we were all in this together.

"Good morning, Mr. and Mrs. Tan," she said with a heartfelt tone in her voice. "I'm glad to see you both. Have a great day."

Her small act of kindness warmed my heart and made me think of how supportive the work environment was at Tan Corp.

When Aiden and I walked hand-in-hand to his office, I couldn't help but be thankful for how we all felt like we belonged at work.

I had worked hard for years at Tan Corp to make the company well-known and successful.

My skills in marketing and branding were very important to our success, and I had a clear effect on the company.

But even though I was proud of what I had done, I always had a sneaking doubt.

Keeping our position as leaders in our field put a lot of pressure on me, and the constant demands of my job left me feeling worn out and drained.

Even though there were problems, I stayed committed to the company and to Aiden. I was determined to live up to the success we had already achieved.

We are usually busy with our own tasks, but today we were walking together, which was a sign of our professional and personal partnership.

I noticed the slight change in the mood as we got off the elevator and onto our floor.

There was a buzz of excitement mixed with curiosity.

It made me proud to know that Aiden and I were looked up to and respected by our peers as I smiled and nodded at familiar faces.

It made us think about how much power and responsibility we had in the company.

As we walked to our offices, I couldn't get rid of the exciting feeling in the air.

Everyone seemed to be waiting for something, and I couldn't help but wonder what the day had in store for us.

Later, when we went into the boardroom for our meeting with the board of directors, everyone smiled and nodded to let me know they saw me.

It was clear that the board members thought highly of us, and I couldn't help but be thankful for their help.

As Aiden and I took our seats at the head of the table,

I looked over at him and felt a surge of confidence because I knew we were both in this together.

When the chairman of the board, Mr. Johnson, said nice things about us, I couldn't help but feel proud of how far we had come.

As the meeting went on, I paid close attention to what was being said and felt a renewed sense of purpose and determination.

These kinds of events reminded me why I had sworn allegiance to Tan Corp and how important it was that we all had the same goals for the future.

Aiden and I would face any problems that came our way together, because we were both committed to the company and to each other.

I felt good about leaving the meeting.

As we left the boardroom, I couldn't help but be thankful for the chance to work with my husband.

I knew that we could do anything if we worked together.

…

However, as the day went on, my sickness got worse and I thought it might take over.

That feeling of sickness got worse every hour until I could no longer ignore it.

I called Aiden's number to tell him to meet me at the hospital while my hands were shaking but he wasn't picking. I called his secretary,

"He's not around". She replied.

Without thinking twice, I called my driver to take me to the company hospital.

Being in the clean hospital room, waiting for the test results, made me feel like I had a heavy blanket over me.

As I sat in the hospital room, each second felt like an eternity, and each moment felt like it went on forever.

The walls were so white that they seemed to close in on me and suffocate me with their cleanliness.

My heart pounded in my chest in a steady beat that matched the fast thoughts going through my mind.

In the pit of my stomach, anxiety coiled like a snake, twisting and turning with each second that went by.

Every time the door creaked or someone walked away, it sent a rush of nervous energy through me.

All of my senses were so alert that they were overloaded.

As I tried to calm down the growing panic that was threatening to swallow me,

I couldn't stop moving around and clenching my hands together in my lap.

The air in my lungs felt thick and heavy, and my breaths were short, ragged gasps.

Uncertainty chipped away at the edges of my mind, making me feel dread that seemed to seep into every part of my body.

What if it was bad news? If something really was wrong,

What would you do? The questions made my mind feel like it was on fire with fear and doubt.

But in the middle of all the chaos in my mind, there was a tiny bit of hope—a thin thread of optimism that hinted at possibilities and fresh starts.

It was all I could do to hold on to it, wanting it to get stronger so it would drown out the voice of doubt that was trying to take over my life.

So I waited, with my mind full of different feelings that didn't agree with each other.

At that very moment, it looked like time had stopped. It was in the middle of fear and hope, uncertainty and possibility.

Since there was no one else in the hospital room but the sterile silence, I prayed for strength to handle whatever news the doctor had to give me.

After a while of silence the doctor called me in, offered me a seat and

She said, "You're pregnant," in a voice that was almost a whisper.

Pregnant? I asked, she said i was four weeks pregnant,

Being pregnant. The word kept going through my mind, making me feel both amazed and shocked.

I could feel hope stirring inside me, I'm pregnant.