Why Is He Back??

remberance of the past

Olivia sat in her car, her hands gripping the steering wheel tightly. The encounter with Zack at the grocery store had left her shaken to her core. She glanced back at her daughter Zivia, peacefully dozing in her car seat. The image of her ex-husband with his mother had triggered a flood of memories and emotions she thought she had buried long ago.

As she drove home, Olivia's mind raced. Did she really need to fight with Zack? Was it worth reopening old wounds? She couldn't shake the feeling of anger and hurt that had resurfaced. But then, her thoughts turned to Zivia. She couldn't afford to lose her daughter, not after what happened with her son.

Arriving home, Olivia carefully unbuckled Zivia from her car seat and carried her inside. She tucked her daughter into bed, kissing her forehead gently before retreating to the living room. Alone with her thoughts, Olivia felt the weight of her past bearing down on her.

She poured herself a glass of wine, hoping it would calm her nerves. But the memories wouldn't fade. The pain of losing her son, the bitterness of her divorce - it all felt raw and fresh once again.

**Flashback**
Olivia's heart swelled with pride and love as she gazed down at her newborn twins, Zivia and Oliver, cradled in her arms. Beside her stood her mother, her colleague Isla, and her sister Alandra, all marveling at the tiny miracles before them.

"They're absolutely perfect," Isla remarked, her voice filled with awe.

"And so precious," Alandra added, her eyes sparkling with tears of joy.

But amidst the joyous chaos of the hospital room, Olivia couldn't shake the ache in her heart. She longed for Zack, her ex-husband, to be there, to share in this moment of pure bliss. Despite their past, she had hoped he would be the first one to hold his babies.

"I wish he could be here," Olivia whispered, her voice barely above a whisper.

"He'll come around, darling. I'm sure of it," Eloise, Olivia's mother, reassured her, squeezing her hand gently.

As the night stretched on, Olivia's exhaustion gave way to unease. The rhythmic beeping of Oliver's monitor filled the room, a constant reminder of the fragility of life. With trembling hands, she reached for her phone, dialing the doctor's number in a panic.

"We need help," she said, her voice shaking with fear. "Something's wrong with Oliver."

Within moments, the room was a whirlwind of activity. Doctors and nurses rushed to Oliver's bedside, their urgent voices blending into a cacophony of worry. Olivia clung to her mother, tears streaming down her face as she watched her son's tiny chest rise and fall with each labored breath.

"What's happening?" Alandra asked, her voice trembling with concern.

"I don't know," Olivia replied, her voice barely audible over the commotion. "But we need to do something."

Eloise, Olivia's mother, did her best to offer comfort, but the fear in her own eyes betrayed her facade of strength. As the night wore on, Olivia's anxiety reached a fever pitch, her blood pressure soaring to dangerous levels.

"We need to get her under control," one of the nurses said, gesturing to Olivia's vitals with concern.

In a desperate bid to calm her, the doctors administered a sedative, its effects washing over her like a wave. Through the fog of her medication, Olivia clung to consciousness, her thoughts consumed by the fate of her son.

The next day brought no reprieve from the nightmare. With a heavy heart, Olivia was forced to leave the hospital, her arms empty save for Zivia, who nestled against her chest, oblivious to the tragedy unfolding around her.

Days turned into weeks, each one a blur of grief and longing. Olivia found herself adrift in a sea of sorrow, her world shattered by the loss of her son. But amid the darkness, a glimmer of hope remained - Zivia, a beacon of light in the storm.

"We'll get through this, won't we?" Olivia whispered, pressing a kiss to Zivia's forehead.

And as a testament to the love she held for her son, Olivia made a decision that would forever mark her journey through grief. With tears streaming down her cheeks, she visited a tattoo parlor and had Oliver's name inked onto her wrist in elegant cursive.

It was a small gesture, but to Olivia, it meant everything. A reminder that though Oliver may be gone, he would always be a part of her - a guardian angel watching over them from above. And with Zivia by her side, Olivia knew that they would find a way to heal, one day at a time.

**End of Flashback**
As Olivia stood in her living room, her wrist tattooed with the name of her beloved son Oliver, she couldn't help but feel the weight of his absence. Tears welled up in her eyes as she traced the letters of his name, silently whispering words of love and longing.

"Mama and sissy will be alright, won't they? We miss you," she whispered, her voice breaking with emotion.

After composing herself with a glass of wine, Olivia decided to distract herself by watching a movie in the comfort of her movie room. But as she headed towards the room, the doorbell rang, interrupting her thoughts.

Confused, Olivia made her way to the front door, expecting to see her mother returning from her trip to Vegas or perhaps a neighbor dropping by. However, when she swung open the door, she was met with a sight that left her utterly stumped...

Okayyyyyyy..... That's chapter 23!!!
I know it's pretty damn long... Im very sorry for it....
But who do you think is at the door??
How was the chapter?
Like it?
Hate it?
Do let me know...
Until next time,
Love y'all