Monica stared at her reflection, the ticking clock echoing in her mind. Ten years with David, and still, no baby. Her 36th birthday loomed, and with it, dwindling hopes.
One evening, over coffee, Monica confided in Christine, her best friend since college.
"I'm running out of time, Christine. What if it's not meant to be?"
Christine listened attentively, her expression sympathetic.
"Have you considered...other options?" Christine asked, her voice hushed.
Monica raised an eyebrow. "What do you mean?"
Christine leaned in. "Maybe David's the issue. You don't want to ask him to get checked out, but...perhaps exploring outside your marriage?"
Monica hesitated, but Christine's words lingered.
That night, Christine dragged Monica to a trendy bar. Monica protested, but Christine insisted, "You need to get out, have fun."
As they sipped cocktails, a charming stranger caught Monica's eye. Tall, dark-haired and captivating. They chatted, laughed and danced.
In a moment of recklessness, Monica let her guard down. Unprotected sex with a stranger – a mistake she couldn't take back.
Weeks passed, and Monica's nausea grew. A pregnancy test confirmed her suspicions.
Trembling, Monica phoned Christine.
"I'm pregnant," Monica whispered.
Christine's excitement was tempered by Monica's anxiety.
"Don't tell anyone," Monica pleaded. "Not David, not anyone. I don't know what to do."
Christine's tone turned solemn. "Your secret's safe, Monica. But consider the consequences – and the father's identity."
Monica decided to hide the infidelity and tell David the baby was his. David was over the moon excited.
"We're having a baby!" David exclaimed, scooping Monica into his arms.
David started preparing the nursery, planning the perfect space for their child. He shared the news with family and friends, posting updates on social media.
Monica's guilt began to fade as David's joy enveloped her. She started to believe the baby could truly be David's.
As her pregnancy progressed, Monica felt happy and carefree. David took care of her, ensuring she didn't have to work.
At 36 weeks, Monica's water broke. David rushed her to the hospital, loading their van with essentials.
Upon arrival, Nurse Thompson ushered them into a cozy suite. "Get comfortable, dear. The doctor will arrive soon for your C-section."
As Monica settled in, Christine walked in with the stranger – Paul, the baby's biological father.
Monica's eyes widened in disbelief "Christine, what are you doing?"
Christine's expression faltered. "I thought you should know...he's been searching for you."
Paul's eyes locked onto Monica's, filled with emotion.
David stood up, extending his hand. "Hi, I'm David, Monica's husband."
Paul's gaze shifted to David, confusion etched on his face.
The nurse intervened, sensing distress. "We need to prep for surgery. Monica's blood pressure is rising, and the baby's heart rate is low."
Monica was rushed to the operating room. David waited anxiously in the hallway.
Christine comforted David, her affection now revealing a deeper connection.
A nurse emerged with a warm smile. "Mr. David, congratulations! You have a beautiful baby boy."
David's tears of joy flowed as he cradled his son. Paul, the biological father, stood nearby, overcome with emotion.
Paul confessed, "Monica slept with me...the baby could be mine."
David's expression turned knowing. "I know what Monica did."
Christine kissed David's lips. "We have a beautiful son, baby."
Paul's eyes widened in shock. "This is so wrong."
The nurses returned Monica to her suite. She awoke an hour later, hoping the encounter with Paul was just a nightmare.
Groggily, Monica sat up, her lower body still numb. Christine sat on David's lap, holding the baby.
"What's going on?" Monica asked, confusion etched on her face.
Christine's smile twisted. "You're so dumb. I'm with David. I've been his woman almost as long as you have. He's the father of my daughters."
Monica's eyes widened. "You said they were one-night stands."
Christine laughed. "Everything's out now. We wanted a son, and David got a vasectomy two years ago. He wanted a heir, and I'd never cheat on my man, so...I got you to do it for us."
Monica's horror deepened. "You used me."
David's gaze remained calm, but Christine's eyes sparkled with triumph.
Monica reached for her baby, her voice fierce. "You will not take my son!"
David stood, holding the baby close. "He's ours, Monica. You're just a surrogate."Monica's eyes blazed with determination. "That's my child! You'll never take him from me!"
Christine sneered. "You're just a vessel, Monica. A means to an end."
David stepped forward, his voice cold. "We've been planning this for years. You were the perfect pawn."
Monica's world crumbled. Betrayal and rage fueled her strength.
"You'll pay for this!" Monica vowed, lunging at Christine.
Nurses rushed in, restraining Monica. "Calm down, Monica. You're still recovering."
As they sedated Monica, she saw David, Christine and the baby slipping away.
"No...my son!" Monica screamed, her voice fading.
When Monica awoke, she was alone in her hospital room. The baby was gone.
Panicked, Monica pressed the nurse call button.
A nurse entered, expression sympathetic. "Monica, I'm so sorry. Your...family left."
Monica's heart sank. "Where did they go?"
The nurse hesitated. "I'm not authorized to disclose that information."
Monica's determination ignited. "I'll find my son."
With shaking hands, Monica grabbed her phone and dialed a number.
"Detective James," a voice answered.
"Detective, it's Monica. They took my baby. Help me."
The detective's tone turned urgent. "Where are you, Monica? We'll get your son back."
Monica's tears streamed down her face. "I'm at Saint Hospital. Please...hurry."
As Monica waited, a chilling text arrived on her phone:
"You'll never find him."
- David
Monica's eyes widened in terror.
Detective James burst into Saint Hospital, his team close behind. "Monica, we're here. Tell me everything."
Monica's words tumbled out, frantic. "David, Christine...they took my baby. They planned it all along."
The detective's expression darkened. "We'll find them. Describe David's vehicle and any distinctive features."
Monica recalled. "Black SUV, tinted windows...license plate number...ACF-5619."
Detective James nodded. "We'll track it. Try to relax, Monica. We'll keep you updated."
As the detective rushed out, Monica's phone buzzed.
"Unknown caller," the screen read.
Monica hesitated, then answered.
"Monica, you'll never win," David's voice sneered. "We've covered our tracks."
Monica's anger flared. "You'll pay for this, David. I'll find my son."
David chuckled. "You'll only find despair."
The line went dead.
Monica's determination intensified. She wouldn't rest until her son was back in her arms.
Suddenly, the hospital room door opened. A nurse entered, whispering, "Monica, there's someone here to see you."
A figure emerged from the shadows.
"Paul," Monica whispered, shocked. "The baby's biological father."
Paul's eyes locked onto Monica's, filled with regret. "I'm here to help. I know where David and Christine might be."
Monica's hope reignited.
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What a roller-coaster. What a nightmare. This has shades of my, 'The Missing one' It's from the point of view of the twin of a baby that vanished. (put in a few weeks ago.) She thinks she has found her sister. The ending is also inconclusive. You have to let us know what happens next. I read this due to critique circle. I will endeavor to read more of your stories! I submitted one this week but not the following, as I'm in the process of publishing my first two books. Busy as. But, a warm welcome to Reedsy. Another thing, When I started r...
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Thank you so much for your feedback. I will definitely take it into consideration and I hope to read some of your work as well.
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Thanks, Ayanna.
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