My past has come

The soft hum of jazz music floated through the dimly lit lounge, the comforting aroma of herbal tea and warm pastries filling the air.

Ever Miller sat alone by the window, hands cradling a cup of chamomile tea. Being pregnant had come with its own set of challenges ,no coffee, no stress, and definitely no privacy.

"Ever?"

The voice hit her like a forgotten melody, familiar and unexpected. Her heart skipped a beat. Slowly, she turned toward the sound.

There he was.

Nathaniel Carter.

He looked just as she remembered—no, better. Time had sharpened him, given him a quiet confidence that wasn't there before.

"Nathaniel?" Her voice came out breathless, her hand tightening around her cup.

A soft smile tugged at his lips. "Didn't think I'd run into you here. You look... just as beautiful as I remember."

She blinked, pulling herself together. "Wow, it's been so long. What are you doing here?"