Chapter 11 Mom!!!
She swallowed.
Then her gaze shifted.
Flowers.
A full bouquet sat by the window in a glass vase— white lilies, soft pink roses, baby’s breath tucked delicately between them. Fresh. Carefully arranged.
Her lips parted slowly.
“Oh…” she breathed.
Her heart fluttered— not painfully, but warmly. She rolled slightly onto her side, her eyes never leaving the flowers. Something tugged at her chest, a feeling she couldn’t name but didn’t want to lose.
“He brought those,” she whispered.
A face surfaced in her mind.
Dark hair. Strong jaw. Warm eyes. A smile that felt safe.
Andrew.
“My husband,” she murmured, testing the words on her tongue.
They didn’t feel foreign. They felt… right.
Her fingers curled lightly into the sheets as the memory replayed—him sitting beside her bed, his hand warm around hers, his voice calm and steady.
I’m your husband, Maggie.
Her lips curved into a soft smile.
“I’m married,” she whispered again, almost laughing. “I’m married.”
Another memory followed close behind, like a shy child stepping into view.
A son.
Her smile trembled.
“I have a son,” she whispered. “I have a baby…”
Her brows knit together slightly. “No… not a baby. He looked older in the pictures. How old are you?” she asked the empty room softly. “What do you look like?”
Her chest tightened with emotion she didn’t yet understand.
“I want to see you,” she said quietly.
She stared at the ceiling again, searching for something— anything— before yesterday.
Nothing came.
No matter how hard she reached, her mind gave her only fog.
But yesterday…
Yesterday was clear.
And somehow, that was enough.
She exhaled slowly. “He’s handsome,” she whispered with a shy smile. “And kind.”
Thirty minutes later, the door clicked open.
“Mrs. Lock?” a cheerful voice called.
Maggie turned her head.
A nurse stepped in, clipboard tucked under her arm, her hair neatly pulled back, a professional smile already in place.
“Oh— good morning,” the nurse said brightly. “You’re awake.”
“Good morning,” Maggie replied, pushing herself up slightly. “Yes. I am.”
“How are you feeling?” the nurse asked as she moved closer, eyes flicking to the monitors.
“I feel… better,” Maggie said honestly. “A little sore. And tired.”
“That’s expected,” the nurse replied, adjusting a dial. “Your vitals look stable.”
She checked the IV line, glanced at the heart monitor, then turned back to Maggie.
“I need to give you a small injection,” she said. “Just medication. It won’t take long.”
“Okay,” Maggie nodded.
The nurse cleaned Maggie’s arm carefully. Maggie watched the needle, her lips pressing together as it went in.
She flinched slightly.
“Almost done,” the nurse said gently.
A moment later, it was over. Cotton pressed to her skin.
“You did great,” the nurse smiled.
“Thank you,” Maggie replied.
She hesitated, then asked softly, “Do you know when my husband will come today?”
The nurse paused for just a fraction of a second.
“Your husband?” she repeated.
“Yes,” Maggie nodded quickly. “My Husband.”
The nurse’s smile returned. “Mr. Lock’s schedule can be unpredictable. But he knows you’re awake. He’ll definitely come by today.”
Maggie relaxed visibly. “Okay.”
“He did leave contact information,” the nurse added. “And you should have his number saved on your phone as well.”
Maggie’s eyes lit up.
“That’s true,” she said, almost laughing. “Thank you.”
“Breakfast will be here shortly,” the nurse added, glancing at her watch. “About seven minutes.”
“Perfect,” Maggie smiled.
The nurse gave her a final nod and left.
The door shut softly.
Maggie reached for her phone.
The screen lit up instantly with facial recognition. She blinked, impressed.
“Okay,” she whispered. “That’s fancy.”
She opened her contacts and scrolled.
Names blurred past.
Then she stopped.
Love ❤️💋
Her breath caught.
“That has to be him,” she whispered.
Her thumb hovered over the screen.
She glanced at the time. 7:45 a.m.
“Maybe he’s sleeping,” she murmured. “I don’t want to wake him.”
She hesitated— then tapped into her gallery instead.
Photos filled the screen.
Her.
Andrew.
A little boy.
Her eyes widened.
“Oh my God…” she whispered.
She tapped one video.
A baby laughed, reaching out chubby hands as her own voice laughed behind the camera.
“That’s me,” she whispered. “That’s my voice.”
Another video.
A toddler taking his first steps. Andrew cheering. Her hands clapping.
Tears welled in her eyes.
“We’re happy,” she said shakily. “We’re so happy.”
She wiped at her cheeks, smiling through tears.
“I don’t remember… but I love him,” she whispered.
She went back to contacts.
Tapped Love ❤️💋.
The phone rang once.
Twice.
“Heyyyy!” Andrew’s voice came through, bright and warm. “How did you remember my number?”
Maggie smiled instantly. “I have it saved as Love with heart and kiss emojis,” she said softly. “So I called.”
A pause.
“When are you coming to see me today?” she asked eagerly. “And can you bring our son? I saw pictures— so many. I can’t wait to meet him.”
There was movement on the other end.
Then—
“Mom!!!” a small voice shouted.