Olivia''s POV


    Six months had passed.


    The morning sun spilled through the open window, casting a soft glow across the room. The midwife adjusted her sses and smiled down at me, her hands resting gently on my swollen belly.


    " You should be ready, dear," she said warmly. "The babies wille any day now, maybe within the week."


    Yes, babies. Three of them. The first time I saw the scan, I couldn''t believe it. Triplets, just like them. The irony wasn''t lost on me. It felt like fate had its own cruel way of reminding me what I''d lost and what I still carried.


    I smiled weakly and nodded, though deep down I was terrified. Everyone kept assuring me I was strong, that my body could handle it, but I couldn''t shake the worry. Every kick, every flutter reminded me of Lennox and the family we could''ve had if things had been different.


    The door opened quietly. I didn''t need to look up to know it was Levi. His scent filled the room, but beneath it, faintly, I caught something else—Lennox''s scent. My chest tightened, my curiosity piqued He smiled gently and sat beside me. "How are you feeling?"


    I forced a small smile. "Huge," I said, trying to joke, though my voice came out shaky. "And tired."


    He chuckled softly. "You''re doing amazing."


    For a few moments, we just sat in silence. But the question pressed at my tongue, refusing to stay buried any longer.


    "How''s Lennox?" I finally asked.


    Levi''s smile faltered slightly, but he recovered quickly. "He''s fine," he said simply.


    I searched his face. "Any… development?"


    He looked down, his hand tightening slightly on his knee. "No. Nothing new."


    My heart sank. I looked away, blinking back the sting in my eyes. "I just wish I could see him," I whispered. "Maybe if I could be there… maybe I could help."


    "Olivia," Levi said gently, but there was that edge in his tone, the one that meant no.


    "You''ve said that before," I cut in softly. "You always say I can''t. But why can''t you at least let me see him?"


    He sighed and rubbed his forehead. "Because it''s not the right time."


    I looked up at him, my voice trembling. "Then when is the right time, Levi? I just wanna see him."


    He didn''t answer. He just looked at me with those sad, guilty eyes, the same ones he''d worn for months.


    Before Levi could say another word, the door opened again. Louis stepped inside, his presence always calm but heavy with authority. His gaze moved from Levi to me, and in an instant, he seemed to understand the tension in the room.


    "What''s going on here?" he asked quietly.


    My frown deepened. "I was just asking Levi if I could see Lennox," I said softly. "I''m tired of waiting. I just… I need to see him."


    Louis exhaled slowly and shot Levi a look that said he knew exactly how this conversation had gone. Then he walked over to me, his voice gentle, like he was talking to a little girl. "Olivia, you need to focus on yourself and the babies right now. That''s what matters."


    My anger spiked. "So, that''s a no?"


    Louis hesitated for a moment, then crouched beside my bed so he could look me in the eye. "Listen to me," he said. "Once you give birth and recover, I''ll personally take you to see him. I promise."


    My heart jumped. "Really?"


    He nodded with a faint smile. "Yes. But you need to be strong first. Lennox wouldn''t want you to risk your health right now."


    For the first time in months, a small spark of hope flickered inside me. "Okay," I whispered. "I''ll wait."


    Louis reached out and gently squeezed my hand. "That''s my girl. Just a little longer, alright?"


    I nodded, though a part of me still ached. I wanted to believe him. I wanted to trust that Lennox was still out there, still breathing, still fighting. But Levi''s silence, his constant hesitation, made it difficult to believe everything they told me.


    When Louis stood to leave, I looked down at my stomach, rubbing it softly. The babies kicked, as if responding to the name that still lingered in my thoughts.


    If I could still feel him, I would''ve teleported to him in a heartbeat. But since our bond had broken, I couldn''t sense him anymore. It was like reaching into the dark and finding nothing.


    Still, I whispered softly to my unborn children, "When you arrive, we''ll go see him together. I promise."


    After Louis and Levi left, the room fell quiet again, too quiet. The midwife had already gone, and the only sound was the ticking of the small clock on the wall.


    I felt thirsty, my throat dry. I could''ve just rung the bell and called one of the staff, but I didn''t want to. I needed to move, to stretch my legs a bit.


    So, slowly, I pushed the nket aside and stood up. My belly felt heavier than ever, but I managed to steady myself. One hand on the wall, one on my stomach, I began walking toward the door.


    The hallway outside was quiet. I took each step carefully, my bare feet brushing against the cold floor. These days, I preferred being barefoot — maybe it was one of those strange pregnancy habits. For a moment, it felt peaceful, until I heard voicesing from the far end.


    At first, I couldn''t make out the words. Then, as I got closer, the tone sharpened, low and tense. Louis''s voice.


    "The way you act," he said, his words edged with frustration, "it''s as if you don''t want him to ever wake up."


    I froze mid-step. My breath caught in my throat. Levi. He was talking to Levi.


    For a heartbeat, I didn''t move. My pulse pounded in my ears. I wanted to step forward, to demand what he meant, but before I could, Louis''s voice went silent.


    A faint shift of air told me they had caught my scent. They knew I was there.