through your eyes

chapter 22:

Days passed peacefully, and our life seemed to fall into a comfortable routine. Sasha, now in her fourth month of pregnancy . Her belly had finally started to show, a beautiful reminder of the little life growing inside her. 

That morning, the sun streamed in through the bedroom window, . I turned to see Sasha stirring beside me, her hand  resting on her belly. I smiled, reaching over to tuck a loose strand of hair behind her ear. "Morning," I whispered.

"Morning," she murmured back, her voice soft and sleepy. There was a peacefulness in the air, a moment I wanted to freeze and hold on to forever. After a few minutes, we got up to start the day. I dressed quickly, slipping into my blue polo shirt paired with white trousers. I fastened my black belt and checked my watch, the usual routine. Sasha, on the other hand, took her time in front of the mirror, carefully choosing her outfit. She slipped into a floral dress with delicate ruffled shoulder straps.

"You look beautiful," I said, walking over to kiss her softly on the forehead.

She smiled shyly. "Thanks. I'm starting to feel like I'm carrying a watermelon already."

We shared a laugh, but deep down, I could feel the excitement bubbling inside both of us. Today was a big day—she had a doctor's appointment to find out the gender of our baby. She'd insisted on going alone, wanting to surprise me with the news later. I had my suspicions about the gender, but I knew better than to argue when she had her heart set on something.

I opened the car door for her, watching as she carefully settled into the passenger seat, her hand instinctively resting on her belly. There was something magical about the way she moved now, like she was always protecting our little one. I climbed into the driver's seat, started the car, and we were off.

The drive to the hospital was filled with light conversation baby names, nursery ideas, and a lot of teasing about whether we'd be welcoming a boy or a girl. When we arrived, I parked near the entrance and turned to her.

"Are you sure you don't want me to come with you?" I asked, feeling a small pang of guilt about not being by her side .She leaned over, kissing me softly. "I'll be fine. I want to make it special."

I watched as she walked toward the hospital entrance, her dress swaying around her legs, and my heart swelled with love as I drove away, heading to my real job.

Being a secret agent wasn't just a job it was a life. A life I had to keep hidden from Sasha. She believed I ran a simple company, but the truth was far more dangerous. Today, I was meeting my team for a critical briefing To finally capture Mr. Petera man who had evaded us for months.

When I arrived at our underground base. My team sat around the table, eyes sharp, waiting for me to give the signal to begin. I took a deep breath, forcing myself to focus, pushing thoughts of Sasha to the back of my mind. We couldn't afford any distractions.

"Alright, let's get started," I said, pulling out a folder of intelligence reports. "We need to move fast. Peter's getting morecrazy by the day, and if we don't act soon, he'll vanish again."

 We were debating the best approach when one of my agents, Paul, suddenly shot up from his chair, his face pale."Mr. Black," he stammered, holding up his phone. "You need to see this."

I snatched the phone from his hand, my heart pounding as I watched an Instagram story unfold on the screen. It was from a popular influencer, filming outside the hospital Sasha was in. Police cars were everywhere, lights flashing, and a crowd had gathered. The caption read: "Hostage situation? Mafia involved? What's going on at the hospital?"

A wave of dread crashed over me, making it hard to breathe. Sasha. My wife. My unborn child. They were inside...