Winning her (BH Bk. 3) COMPLETED

Ch 6 - Intruder

Ciara and Miguel ****

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Hi and Hello, mii hearties!

I'm trying to do fast updates since I wanted to write another one but I guess it'll have to wait until I'm done with this sequel.

I don't have the strength to write two books at the same time again because it's pretty draining and it'll only prolong my target time.

Learned from my last attempt. Hahah!

Anyways, lemme know your thoughts about the story.

I would appreciate it so much if you will do me a favor by hitting vote, lovelieeees!

- Checapps 💕

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Ciara.

The baby's cradle that is usually in the dark room is now at the front door.

I took cautious step towards it.

Why is it outside?

I assessed the surrounding. Fortunately, no one's around.

The place is getting darker, I must take the baby inside before it gets cold.

When I was about to touch the cradle,
it was suddenly pulled inside the house, locking the door in the process.

I kicked the door as hard as I could.

It went flying inside and I could hear an eerie growl, making me take a few steps back.

I saw the hooded man, holding the baby in his arms.

The baby's crying.

I wanted to save the baby from him but the hooded man's eyes glow again.

I run away as fast as I could but the light caught me, pulling me into a dimension where there's nothing but blinding lights.

I woke up with a little throbbing in my head. Feeling a little dizzy, I decided to stay still.

I could smell waffles and scrambled eggs.

Miguel must've prepared breakfast already.

After resting ny head for about to minutes, I took a seat.

I reach out for the pregnancy tests inside the cabinet which I bought the other day.

Despite feeling a little dizzy, I rushed my way to the comfort room, bringing three tests with me.

The human pharmacist said that these will work well when tested first thing in the morning.

I waited for good three minutes just like instructed after putting my sample urine in the three tests.

I'm growing a little impatient.

I remembered my dream, why is there always a baby? The hooded man, who could that be?

Whatever it is in our dreams, they resemble something or someone in our life.

I don't remember Miguel took a liking on hoods either.
I don't remember my... family.

Yeah, who were my family?

I blinked as I smelled the nice aroma of coffee in the air.

I could tell that Miguel's almost done preparing the meal.

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