"Congratulations, once again."
"Thank you, doc," Jason said, shaking the doctor's hand. "May I take my leave now?"
"Of course, Mr. Jason."
Jason walked out of the hospital room, tall and striking—a fair-skinned man with kind brown eyes and soft blonde hair that curled slightly at the ends. He had a gentle smile, the kind that made people trust him without words. Wealthy, respected, and warm-hearted, Jason's world revolved around his wife.
He stepped back into the room and saw her—Amber. Her beautiful dark skin shimmered beneath the soft hospital lights, her long black hair cascading over her shoulders. But her eyes, usually so bright, were dim as she held their newborn.
"Baby," Jason said softly, sitting beside her. "Why that face? You should be glowing. After all those years of doctors saying you'd never have a child again... this is a miracle."
Amber stared down at the baby girl in her arms like she didn't recognize her own child.
"It is a miracle," she whispered. "But it might never happen again."
"Lies," Jason said, wrapping an arm around her. "The miracle will repeat itself."
"When?" She turned to him, tears pooling in her eyes. "Another twelve years?"
He squeezed her hand. "Then we'll adopt. Or try every treatment again. Whatever you want."
"No... I want my child. *My* own child. Please, Jason."
Jason looked into her broken expression. He saw something shifting, something darker growing beneath her sadness.
"You have a daughter now. She looks just like you," he said, brushing the baby's soft cheek.
"No... she looks like you," Amber said bitterly. "I wanted a son. I did everything they told me to. I begged. I prayed. And she still came out a girl."
Jason's heart cracked. "What do you want now? Anything... just to keep you calm."
She glanced at him, eyes sharp. "Anything? Like giving her half your property?"
He blinked. "I will. I'll give it to her."
Amber studied him, then let out a small, breathy laugh. "Are you joking with me now?"
"Baby, I'm not. I'll do it before the month ends. Please."
Her smile returned. She leaned in and kissed him. "I love you, Jason."
But her heart still ached with disappointment. All she had ever wanted was a son.
---
**Two Months Later**
**Jason's POV**
"Hey baby, I'm home!" I called out as I walked into the house. Silence greeted me. "Babe?"
I headed toward the baby's room. That's when I saw the envelope on the table.
A cold shiver ran through me. I reached for it, slowly opening the folded letter. My knees gave way.
Divorce papers. Signed.
I let out a sound I'd never made before—something between a cry and a roar—as my heart broke into pieces on the floor.
---
Amber had left. She vanished with the baby, disappearing like a ghost into the wind.
Some said grief changed her. Others said obsession. But whatever it was, she made a choice.
She renamed the baby.
She raised her not as a daughter, but as a *son.*
And for nineteen years, they lived far away from Jason. Out of reach.
---
**Knock. Knock. Knock.**
"Time for school, Andy! You better get up!"
"Nooo... I wanna sleep. I'll wake up *tomorrow,*" Andy mumbled under the sheets.
Then suddenly he sat up, eyes wide. "Monday?" He bolted from the bed.
---
**Andy's POV**
Hello. You're probably wondering who I am.
I'm Andy.
The clumsy guy who never gets what he wants.
Not even a dick.
Yeah. I said it. I wasn't supposed to. But why do I care?. I've been pretending to have one when I don't. Mom said I'm a transgender she just gives me drugs that will make me fine every day
---
I am Fair skin. Pink lips. Brown eyes like my father's. Blonde hair like his too. Everyone at school has a crush on me.
But they don't know.
They *can't* know.
---
"Later, mom!" I shouted, throwing my backpack on.
"Stay for breakfast!" she called.
"No, I'll be late. Especially *not today!* Love you!"
I slammed the door behind me.
---
"Still late to school… again," James said, shaking his head.
"No, am I?" I stretched my hand to shake his.
He grinned. "Of course."
James had been my best friend since grade two. We started as rivals, then somehow became brothers. He wasn't rich like me. But he had this... strength. The kind that made people respect him. Muscles. Height. Quiet power.
"Whatever," I said. "Let's go inside."
"Amaya asked for you today," he said casually.
My heart stuttered. "Amaya? What does she want?"
"Don't know. I'm off to class."
"Wait for me!"
---
**Andy's POV**
"Hi."
I looked up.
She stood there like a dream—Amaya. Perfect skin, piercing eyes, the kind of presence that made everything around her go quiet.
"Stop staring," she said, dropping a letter on my desk before walking out.
I opened it. My heart nearly exploded.
"Yes! Yes!!"
I couldn't stop grinning.
My driver honked from outside.
"I have to go!"
---
"I'm home, mom!" I yelled, kicking off my shoes.
I collapsed onto the couch. Mom came down the stairs looking like a goddess in red. She always dressed like she had somewhere better to be.
"Where are you going?" I asked.
"Mr. Noah's ball. But first, shopping with his wife."
"Isn't she in a coma?"
She didn't answer. Just smiled and walked out.
Something didn't feel right.
I ran upstairs, heart pounding. I needed to pee. Again. I always held it in at school. Too risky.
Because under the mask... I wasn't really who they thought I was.
---
**The Next Day**
No alarm. No mom. Just silence.
I groaned as my phone buzzed. "Shit, it's mom."
"If I catch you still sleeping—"
"I'm up! I'm almost dressed," I lied, leaping out of bed.
She hung up. I sighed and flopped back onto the sheets. "I'm gonna sleep like royalty today."
I brushed. Ate spaghetti. Played video games.
I was chill.
Until the doorbell rang.
My stomach dropped.
"If it's a babysitter, I swear__I'll slam the door back on her face" I stood up, walking towards the door,I opened it without looking at the small hole above me, my eyes were filled up with tears as I saw Amaya standing at the door with her pretty yellow mini gown,her lips were red and tempting
"was this a dream"