~Four Weeks later~
Jessica's therapy sessions had been scheduled for twice a week and for the last four weeks, she had been making trendous progress after each.
A few flickers of the past could now be recalled, though they vanished after a brief mont and she couldn't recall them by herself.
But at the mont, she could now dissociate dreams from mories. She felt content and happy, brimming with hope.
Maybe in a few days, weeks, or just a few months she would be able to recover all and probably not intermittently anymore.
Like every other morning, this day had started on a perfect beautiful note for Jessica.
Waking up beside the man that mattered to her, spending a good ti together before seeing him off to work.
She returned to the nursery, spent so ti with her kids but with the weather bright, the breeze cool, perfect for a stroll in the garden.
With that, Jessica decided to take a stroll in the garden in the company of her kids.
Over ti, they had co to bond with her and were now more accustod to her presence. Taking a glance back, all the stress and pains were worth it. Maybe this was the actual life she wanted.
A simple life.
A happy ho.
A set of adorable kids.
A caring and protective husband.
Whilst lounging on the recliner, her thoughts drifting off and on, her phone's shrill ringing tore through the silence.
Jessica snapped out of her daze, her hand sliding across the phone screen. "Hello?"
Richard's calm voice filtered over the speaker. "How are the kids doing?" he asked.
A soft smile curled up Jessica's lips, her gaze doting as she glanced at the two cuties on each of her side.
"Beautiful." She smirked, her heart bubbling with sweetness.
"That's good." Richard paused before continuing. "Are you now ready to go back to work?"
"What happened?" she asked, sitting upright. She could feel the urgency in his voice from the slight tremor which he thought he had concealed well.
"An order." Richard clipped.
"Well, I am always available. Though I cleared my schedule to help bond with my kids, even at this ti, I can still work."
"Alright, I will send in the details of the order," he hesitated, "and the order is quite urgent."
"Urgent?"
"Very urgent."
"Alright, let see the details and decide." She ended the call and before she could catch her breath, her phone dinged with a notification.
She swiped her fingers across the phone, unlocking the ssage, her eyes widening. "What?"
As though they could read her expressions, the babies beside her giggled.
Jessica glanced at them, gently patted their heads. "You don't laugh at , otherwise…be careful you don't see again until I get this design done."
Their lips pouted as they stared at her face feeling wronged. They couldn't help but wonder, "Does a little smile now an to be abandoned again?"
Jessica laughed, she switched on her phone cara and captured their little faces. "Mr. Davis, do you by any ans know these children?" She captioned the photos and sent them to Davis.
Retracting her gaze from the children, Jessica studied the mail Richard had sent over.
"A wedding gown, thirty million dollars, to be delivered in two months." She read aloud.
As a designer, she had always received orders and design requests with high prices and short durations of delivery but then she was single, unlike now.
She glanced at the children again, her thoughts spinning at the reality glaring at her. She had to make a choice between "Motherhood and career" or she had to make plans to have them both balanced.
With this truth, she fell into contemplation, with several questions seeking an answer. She carefully tried to abandon so, but then she couldn't.
A helpless sigh escaped her lips. "Would I be able to manage this effectively?"
"Will I really be able to get this done and delivered in two months?"
"Ti, ti, ti?" She muttered contemplatively on the deadline.
She called Richard back. "Who is the client?" she asked.
"No clear identity. He contacted through a secured line and insisted you design it yourself."
Jessica really wanted to laugh at the situation. "Hidden identity?"
She took a deep breath. "Accepted," she said firmly.
Richard exhaled sharply over the phone, Jessica's brow furrowed. "Were you tense?" she asked.
"I wasn't just tense, but rather hanging on the line. If I should lose that client, do you know what it ant?"
"Alright, whatever it is, I will get it done," Jessica assured.
After the call ended, she leaned back on the recliner, her gaze into the distance. With a new order, she could no longer lounge and bask in the sun.
She had to get to work. Two months was practically too short for such a request, but then Lady Bright never missed her deadline.
"Damian, Jasmine, this is the first order mom is getting after the accident and your birth, you've got to wish luck, okay?" She murmured, carrying them in her arms.
"Ma'am, your fruit platter." Deborah said as she stepped into the garden.
"No, you pack it up, I've got to go out for a while." She smirked.
Deborah's brow furrowed. "Going out?" she asked.
Jessica nodded. "Just for a brief mont. Get soone to take these inside," she instructed.
With the children cradled in her arms, she made her way into the main house, Deborah following behind.
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~Monts later~
Jessica stepped out of the house dressed in a simple jean trouser and a black polo, a simple sneaker, her hair dancing in the wind gave off her elegant youthful vibe.
Behind her was a maid with a well-packed thermos in her hand courtesy of Deborah nagging her.
"I will bring the car over," she said and stepped into the courtyard.
"Yes ma."
Jessica took a deep breath and walked over to the garage, her eyes carefully scanning the cars parked in there. Her requirents for this morning were just a simple car unable to attract attention.
Carefully, she made for one of the customized cars. With a click of her keys, the car beeped to life. Her lips curled up with a bright smile.
Just then, a special guard stepped forward. "Ma'am, you are going out, I will drive," he said.
Jessica shook her head in denial. "No need to drive, I'm driving myself today," she answered.
"But, it wouldn't be advisable as Sir had already instructed you not to drive yourself."
A soft smile curled her lips. "You don't have to worry about that, I will reach him," she retorted.
She pulled the door open and slid into the car, buckled her seat belt as she flashed a bright smile to the guard.
Carefully, she made her way out of the garage, stopping at the doorstep. The maid handed her the thermos, which she carefully secured on the passenger's seat.
With clear precision, she made her way out of the compound.
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