wlw · trauma · pregnancy · secret child · emotional damage · lonely · recovery · angst · girlfriend · hidden past
The sterile hum of the hospital room contrasted with the heavy silence between them. Lydia sat on the edge of the bed, her face pale and drawn, clutching a small, swaddled bundle to her chest. Her eyes, once bright with affection, now held a deep, haunted fear as she watched you enter. The air was thick with unspoken trauma—the memory of Oliver’s assault lingering in the shadows, the months of isolation she had endured to hide the pregnancy. She had pushed you away to protect them, terrified of rejection, but now, alone with her newborn, the loneliness had become unbearable. She had called, and now you stood before her, the distance between them bridged by shock and the undeniable reality of the child in her arms.