Chapter 64

Zara's POV
My heart began to pound. This was so unusual, and I felt confused. “But why? Is this normal? Are I and the baby okay?” I asked, trying to come to terms with the reality I had just faced.
“Most of the time, this is something we can’t control. If it happens early in the pregnancy, sometimes there is no embryonic tissue that can be physically removed, so the body will naturally adjust and absorb the undeveloped fetus. However, it is important to monitor the health of the remaining baby,” the doctor replied in a calm and reassuring tone.
With every word he spoke, anxiety and fear stirred thoughts of the future. I had every intention of doing everything possible for this baby, but the news that there was only one fetus made me pause for a moment.
“What should we do next, Doc?” I asked, my voice shaking but trying to remain optimistic.
“We will continue to monitor the development of the remaining fetus and have regular checkups to make sure everything is okay. Adopting a healthy lifestyle and taking care of yourself are the keys to making this process better,” she answered with great concern.
When I returned home, I automatically processed all this information in my mind. What had happened? I never thought that this journey would involve so many changes like this. Despite my disappointment, deep in my heart, I hoped and prayed that the remaining baby would be born healthy.
When I arrived home, my heart was still beating erratically from the information I had just received. Anxiety and confusion circled in my mind. Why was there only one baby left? How could I provide the best for him? Even though these questions bothered my mind, the passion to protect and care for this fetus strengthened my determination.
Leo was already waiting for me in the living room, and when he saw my face, his expression immediately changed. “Zara, how are you? How did it go?” he asked, looking at me with great concern.
Seeing how caring Leo was, I tried to put together the words. “The doctor said I’m only carrying one baby now. The previous twin didn't develop, and that was something unexpected," I said, my voice shaking, but I tried to stay strong.
Leo was shocked, and his expression showed deep empathy. “Oh, my dear… I’m so sorry to hear this. But the most important thing is that the baby in your womb is healthy. We will take care of it and take care of it together.”
“Yes, Leo. I know it’s destiny. Later, we will fight to take care of this baby and do our best. I will not stop loving him,” I said, trying to stay positive despite the sadness behind this news.
We sat together, and Leo began to give his emotional support. He told me about his experiences and how sometimes life doesn’t go as we expect. But what matters most is how we face reality and keep moving forward.
“Maybe this is life’s way of reminding us how precious every life is, and how important it is for us to maintain our health and happiness. We will take care of this baby so that he can grow up with love and a good environment. You are not alone in this, Zara. We will be by your side,” Leo said, giving me a warm, comforting hug.
After talking to Leo, I felt a little lighter. No matter what happens, I am not alone. With my family by my side, I feel more prepared to face the challenges ahead.
As night falls, I sit on the couch, gently rubbing my belly. Even though there is only one baby, my love will not be lacking. “We will go through this together,” I whisper to my belly, even though this baby can only hear the soft voice and affection from outside.
These moments are a new beginning. This is a new journey, and no matter what happens, the voice of love and hope will flow to this baby. With the love I pour out, I am determined to create a warm and loving environment at home, welcoming this baby into the world without hesitation.
As time passes, even though I try to stay positive and focus on the love I will show this baby, thoughts of uncertain things continue to haunt me. Why is there only one fetus left? Why did this have to happen? These moods bother me and make me start thinking about things that are more painful—I worry that I will lose this baby not only because of fate but also because of the consequences of Leo and his people’s decisions.
Were they aware of what was happening? Were they aware of the impact of their choices? I tried desperately to push the thought away, but the fear of loss still crept into my mind. It was as if his genes had shaken my life, and the end result was that one fetus survived while the other was lost.
“Are you really okay, Zara?” I asked myself. “Can you stop blaming them?”
Every now and then, I tried to reflect and talk to Leo about these concerns. When he wasn’t in danger, my feelings often boiled over trying to figure out who he was, where he came from, and how our relationship with his family would affect my child’s future.
One night, when Leo came home from work, I decided to push him further. “Leo, we need to talk about this. I’m afraid of losing our baby. There are times when I think about how hard this is all going to be because of… because of your people.”
Leo was taken aback by my statement. “Zara, I don’t want you to feel that way. This is a difficult situation, and I feel so guilty if anyone convinces you that this is my fault.”
“But I can’t help myself. What happened to our child? Why is there only one baby when we used to have two?” I tried to express my pent-up worry and pain.