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đŸ’ŽđŸ’đŸ„°Her: am married đŸ„čHim: I know you are married,but I want to be your sidechikđŸ„șHer: bro😔are you normal?Him: yeah, I'm go...
28/06/2025

đŸ’ŽđŸ’đŸ„°Her: am married đŸ„č
Him: I know you are married,but I want to be your sidechikđŸ„ș
Her: bro😔are you normal?
Him: yeah, I'm good
Her: did I asked you anything about side chick?
Him: No, but you are so pretty I may like you to be my my side chick please đŸ„°
Her: do you know my husband?
Him: off course, I know him đŸ„č
Her: good
Him: so what do we do now?
Her: accompany me to my husband and tell him that you want to be my side chick đŸ„°
Him: what?
Her: yeah, that is itđŸ„°
Him: I can't do that, do you want him to kill me?đŸ€”
Her: do you want him to kill me too if he finds out that am cheating on him?
Him: đŸ€­
Her: infact I can't do anything with youđŸ„șam a married woman and I respect my husband ❀
Him: đŸ„ČđŸ«Ł
Her: I think satan is using you to destroy my marriage,tell them that am not easy as they think nkt😡

The Midwife Fainted When She Looked at My Baby’s Face — It Looked Exactly Like My Husband’s Late Brother, Who Had Died N...
28/06/2025

The Midwife Fainted When She Looked at My Baby’s Face — It Looked Exactly Like My Husband’s Late Brother, Who Had Died Nine Months Before I Got Pregnant
Episode 2

The room was dim, bathed in the pale glow of the nightlight.

Then she saw him.

Her baby.

Standing in the crib.

Not sitting—standing.

His tiny hands gripped the crib railing. His eyes were wide open—and glowing faintly in the dark.

Linda gasped, covering her mouth.

The baby turned his head slowly toward her.

Then he whispered, in a voice too deep, too sure for a child:

“Tell Daniel... I’m back.”

The morning after the crib incident, Linda sat on the edge of the bed, her face pale and drawn. Her hands trembled around the cup of tea she hadn’t sipped. Sleep had eluded her, and the image of her three-month-old son whispering those chilling words haunted her every blink.

She didn’t tell Daniel. He was already growing distant, irritable, and overly watchful. Something in his eyes unnerved her now—like he was waiting for something. Or someone.

After leaving the house under the guise of a doctor’s appointment, Linda went straight to her church. Her hands were cold as she walked into the prayer office, where Pastor Gideon sat alone reading his Bible.

“My daughter,” he said, standing with a warm smile that quickly faded when he saw her face. “You look troubled.”

Linda sat before him, swallowing hard. “Pastor
 I need help. It’s about my son.”

“What about him?”

She hesitated. “He
 He’s not normal.”

Pastor Gideon leaned in, listening closely as she explained everything—his resemblance to Edward, the way he cried around Daniel, the whisper in the crib.

When she finished, he sat back slowly, his eyes heavy with thought. “What you’re carrying,” he said finally, “may not be fully human.”

Linda’s heart dropped. “What are you saying?”

“There are spirits that return through bloodlines. Sometimes, the body may be new, but the soul
 is borrowed. Recycled. Called back.”

She shook her head. “That’s not possible. I didn’t
 I couldn’t
”

He leaned closer. “It may not be you. You said the child avoids your husband?”

She nodded slowly.

“There is a taint on Daniel,” Pastor Gideon said, his voice firm. “Old blood surrounds him. Be careful. Watch him. Protect your child—and yourself.”

The words echoed through her mind for the rest of the day. When Daniel returned that evening, she confronted him.

“I want to talk about Edward.”

Daniel looked up from his phone, frowning. “What about him?”

“You never told me the full story about the night he died. Why was he alone?”

His eyes narrowed. “Are you accusing me of something?”

“I’m saying I deserve the truth. The real

The Midwife Fainted When She Looked at My Baby’s Face — It Looked Exactly Like My Husband’s Late Brother, Who Had Died N...
28/06/2025

The Midwife Fainted When She Looked at My Baby’s Face — It Looked Exactly Like My Husband’s Late Brother, Who Had Died Nine Months Before I Got Pregnant
Episode 1

The early morning sun filtered gently through the lace curtains of the modest bedroom Linda and Daniel shared. She sat at the edge of the bed, rubbing her belly with slow, grateful hands.

After years of hospital visits, awkward prayers, herbal concoctions, and nights soaked with tears, the miracle had finally happened—she was pregnant. Without explanation. Without any new treatment.

Daniel walked in from the bathroom, his face unreadable. His smile had long since faded. He no longer kissed her belly or whispered dreams into her womb like before. He merely gave her a nod, picked up his shirt from the chair, and walked out of the room.

Linda watched the door close behind him, her heart tightening. Something had changed in him since the pregnancy was confirmed. Something she couldn’t name.

Later that day, Mama Clara came over with her usual bags of herbs and small bottles. But this time, there was a strange urgency in her steps and a haunted look in her eyes.

“Linda, you must not name this child carelessly,” Mama Clara said in a hushed voice as she lit a stick of incense. “Names carry memory. Names carry spirits. You hear me?”

Linda raised an eyebrow. “Mama, it’s just a name. Daniel and I agreed on Joshua.”

Mama Clara’s hand trembled slightly as she scattered some powder over the burning herbs. “No. This child
 this child is special. You must wait. Don’t name him yet.”

“But why?”

“I saw something,” she whispered. “In my dream. There was a river
 and Edward standing on the other side.” Her voice cracked. “Smiling.”

Linda stiffened. Edward was Daniel’s elder brother. He had died in a tragic accident nine months ago. His death had shaken the family to the core.

“Edward is gone, Mama,” Linda said softly. “May his soul rest in peace.”

Mama Clara’s eyes were distant. “Some souls don’t rest
 when they leave things behind.”

Linda didn’t know what to say. She watched as the old woman continued her chanting, pacing around the living room with her hands lifted.

Weeks passed, and Linda’s due date arrived. The pain came like a wave in the middle of the night. Daniel rushed her to the hospital, but he stayed quiet during the drive, barely making eye contact.

At the hospital, Nurse Jane took over. “You’re doing great, Linda. Just breathe. Breathe with me.”

The hours blurred until Linda let out a final, primal scream—and the cry of a newborn filled the room.

Nurse Jane smiled, holding up the healthy baby boy. “He’s perfect—wait—”

Her smile vanished. She stared at the baby’s face, her eyes widening. Her hands trembled.

Then she screamed.

The baby slipped from her shaking hands and was quickly caught by another nurse. But Jane crumpled to the ground, unconscious.

Linda screamed, panic rising in her chest. “What’s happening? What’s wrong with my baby?!”

Doctors rushed in, and the room became a flurry of footsteps and alarms. Linda was too weak to get up. Her eyes searched for her child.

Then the door swung open—and Mama Clara burst in.

She didn’t wait for explanations. Her eyes locked onto the baby, and she fell to her knees with a cry that pierced the soul.

“Edward!” she wailed. “Oh God
 Edward!”

Everyone froze.

Daniel pushed past the curtain and looked at the baby. His expression tightened for just a second before he forced a laugh.

“This is nonsense. That’s just a baby. A coincidence. Babies resemble people all the time.”

But Linda saw the truth. Her baby had the same eyes. The same mole beneath the right ear. The same dimple that Edward had when he smiled.

Days passed. Linda tried to brush it off, to listen to Daniel. But it was impossible.

The baby never smiled at Daniel. He would cry whenever Daniel held him. But when Linda placed Edward’s old clothes bear nearby—one she’d found in a forgotten drawer—the baby giggled and reached out.

Then came the day she found an old photo album in Mama Clara’s trunk. It was a picture of Edward at six months. The resemblance was terrifying.

She clutched the photo and walked slowly to the nursery. Her baby was asleep, face peaceful. She kissed his forehead.

But that night, she was jolted awake by a soft sound.

“E...dward...”

Her heart slammed in her chest. She sat up, frozen.

“Edward...”

It was coming from the nursery.

She stood, her feet cold against the tiles, and crept toward the room. The hallway stretched like a tunnel. Her fingers trembled as she pushed the door open.......
To be continued...

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