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“The Second Spring”
Irina, 45, sat in the doctor’s office, her hands trembling.
– Just tell me, Doctor! – she pleaded.
He adjusted his glasses, calm and detached.
– Fourteen weeks pregnant.
The words knocked the breath out of her.
– Impossible… – she whispered.
She had given up hope long ago. Countless hospitals, even folk healers. Nothing. But now… pregnant?
Her husband Sergey, her rock of 25 years, would be thrilled – wouldn’t he?
But fate was cruel.
Sergey came home with white chrysanthemums.
– Ira… I’ve met someone else. She’s pregnant. I’m sorry.
Irina collapsed in pain and was rushed to the hospital. The pregnancy was saved, but she had to stay until birth.
Her only support was her mother. She forgave Sergey – anger would only poison her. Her child needed love, not bitterness.
In the hospital, another baby girl was left motherless after an accident. Irina, full of milk and compassion, agreed to feed her. She bonded with the infant deeply.
– I want to take her home, – she told the nurse.
But the girl’s grandfather claimed custody.
Days later, he showed up at Irina’s door.
– Thank you for feeding my granddaughter, – said Evgeny, a quiet, kind man. – Would you consider living in my home to help care for her?
Irina hesitated… then said yes, on her terms.
Living in his warm, spacious home, Irina raised her son – and helped care for little Vika.
But fate wasn’t done.
One day, she found a photo album… and saw Sergey. With Evgeny’s daughter.
They were Vika’s parents.
Evgeny was stunned to learn that Irina’s son was Sergey’s too.
Brother and sister, reunited by destiny.
A year passed. One morning, Evgeny entered with a basket of snowdrops.
– The children will ask questions soon, – he said. – Maybe it’s time we become a family.
He offered a ring.
– You’re the mother of my granddaughter. And the most beautiful woman I know.
Irina smiled, eyes wet.
– And the happiest.
From the other room, the children’s laughter rang out.
Because happiness always finds hearts brave enough to love again.
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