Become My Son's Mommy

Amayra The smell of antiseptic filled the air so heavily that it almost burned the lungs. Bright white surgical lights flooded the operating room, leaving no corner untouched by their harsh glare. Machines beeped rhythmically, cold, mechanical, indifferent to human pain. The steady hum of life-support equipment blended with the sound of hurried footsteps and rustling gloves. On the operating table, a woman writhed in agony. Her fingers clawed against the thin hospital sheets, knuckles turning white from the force. Sweat soaked her hair, sticking strands across her pale forehead and trembling cheeks. Her breathing was uneven, sharp, broken gasps that carried both pain and desperation. She was fighting against the pain. The doctors around her exchanged tense glances. Their movements were quick and trained, but urgency had begun to replace precision. One nurse adjusted the IV drip, while another wiped the sweat from the woman's forehead, trying to keep her steady. But she would not calm down. Her body twisted again as another wave of pain tore through her. "Miss. If you delay, we can't save your baby. Please listen to us." The doctor tries to convince her. His voice was firm, but beneath it lay a growing fear. This was no longer just a difficult delivery. It was turning into a life-or-death situation. "I… I just want to meet my sister, before I die… If she won't come here I'll die…" She struggles to talk, but her pain won't give her time to talk. Her voice cracked between breaths. Each word seemed dragged out of her chest with unbearable effort. Yet her eyes despite the tears, despite the pain held only one stubborn determination. She was not afraid of death. She was afraid of leaving without seeing her sister. The doctor clenched his jaw. Time was slipping. Seconds mattered. "You are not allowed to die, Mayra." The voice cut through the room like a blade. Cold, sharp, and absolute. Everything stopped in a moment. For a moment, even the machines seemed quieter. All heads turned toward the door. And there a woman’s shadow stood. She looked exactly like the woman on the operating table. Same face, same features. Yet everything about her felt different, darker, stronger, and deadlier. "Who are you? Who is allowed to come inside… Just stay out, miss… Oh!" One nurse stepped forward to the woman. But she never finished her sentence. Because the woman raised her hand. And pointed a gun directly at her head. Time froze. No one moved, no one dared to breathe. The metallic shine of the weapon glinted under the surgical lights, making the threat brutally real. The woman’s face was breathtakingly beautiful, but it carried no warmth, no softness. Her black, short hair was wet, strands clinging to her cheeks and neck, dripping water onto the sterile floor. Rain had soaked her completely, her black shirt and jeans darkened and heavy. Yet she stood steady. Her black eyes were not just cold, they were empty. Like something that had long forgotten fear or mercy. "Move!" She waved her gun and said. The nurse nodded immediately, stumbling back, her hands trembling uncontrollably. The doctors parted for her. No one dared to stop her again. She walked forward with calm, measured steps, each one echoing with quiet authority. Water dripped from her clothes onto the floor, leaving a trail behind her. When she reached the operating table. Mayra saw her twin sister Amayra. And smiled through pain, tears fell from her eyes. Relief flooded her expression, as if everything she had been holding onto finally found peace. "Sis… You come…" She tried to smile, but the pain was too much for her. Her breath is getting heavy from time to time. Amayra stood beside her, looking down. Her face remained cold. But her eyes… shifted. Just slightly for her sister. "What did you want, Mayra?" She asked with emotion. Her face was cold like ice. There was a contradiction in her existence. Her voice carried something human. Her presence did not. "You know, that I want something from you?" Mayra looks at a surprised face. "I know you very well." A woman looked at the doctor and said,'' Prepare for an operation. The doctors obeyed. They had no choice. "Speak now." Amayra looks at Mayra. "Sis, you love me right?" Mayra asked. "No, I don't." She said in an annoying tone. "I know… You love… me… Don't play hard in front of a dying person, Sis Amayra." Mayra smiles more. "I say you are not allowed to die." Amayra frowned in displeasure. "Miss, we need to do an operation. We need to save one… Who will we save?" The doctor asked in a worried tone. "Save my baby…" Mayra said in a hurried tone. "Save her…" The woman said in a cold tone. "No. Amayra, you have saved my baby. You are his mother like me. Please, sister…." She grabbed Amayra's hand and begged. Her touch was soft, weak, yet powerful enough to make Amayra’s fingers tense. "No. You are more important than this stupid baby of yours. He cheated on you, and after making you pregnant, he left… What a Coward you love…" Amayra growled in anger. "I love him, sis… He didn't know that I'm pregnant. And he is now studying abroad. He doesn't know that he has a son." Maya tried to say, but she felt too breathless to breathe. "Miss… Please…" The doctor said in a serious tone. Time was collapsing. The room tightened with pressure. "Sis, I'm begging you please save my baby. If something happens to me, you are the one to be his mother. Promise you'll take care of him, and when you find his father… If he wants you can give him. And he doesn't want to, please don't leave him alone. You are the one he has everything for, mom, dad, godmother… Everything… Promise me… Sis Amayra… Promise…" Mayra's eyes were full of hope. Even at the edge of death. Amayra stared at her. Silent, frozen between rage… and love for her sister. "Fine. Promised… Now let doctors work…" Amayra said Leave her in the operating room. She turned away, because if she stayed one second longer she might break. The rain outside was relentless. It crashed against the glass like it wanted to break in. Amayra stood near the window, unmoving. Two hours passed. Then more. Time lost meaning. Footsteps rushed toward her. Two men stopped beside her, slightly out of breath, eyes scanning the surroundings. "Boss, we need to leave from here. They are searching for you everywhere. If they find out you had a sister and you were here, they will kill both of you and your sister." One of them said in a low tone. She didn’t turn. "Get jet ready… We are leaving after Mayra gives birth…" Amayra said, looking down at the gun in her hand "Yes, boss!" Two of them said the same thing. Her grip tightened slightly around the gun. Her secret life. Her real identity was always hidden from normal people. Even from her sister. The world saw her as something else. But in reality, she lived in darkness. Mafia. Blood. Death. There was no place for a child in her world. No safety, no future. Only survival. Her jaw tightened. Returning was never an option. Not anymore. Then a cry rang soft, and alive. It cut through everything. She turned toward the door. The door opened. A nurse stepped out, holding a small bundle wrapped in a warm blanket. "How is my sister, doctors?" Amayra never looks at the baby at all. She worried about her sister. "We try our best… But we can't save her. She lost too much blood and we can save one… And she chose her baby. She told me to tell you to take care of her son." The doctor said and pointed to the nurse to give the baby to Amayra. But Amayra walked past them. Straight into the room. One of the men took the baby from the nurse. Amaya stopped in front of the stretcher. Her sister lay still. Like she was sleeping. But Amayra knew her dear sister was gone. Amayra reached out, but her hand trembled. She stopped and turned away. Still, tears fell on her cheeks. But disappeared just as quickly. Amayra wiped her face. "Whoever makes you like this, he will be paying with his life." Amayra muttered. "Boss, baby…" Men walk close to her. The baby still has his arms. She looked at the baby. For the first time. Small body, curly black hair. A face untouched by pain. Her hand lifted the baby. But the gun caught the light. Now in front of her were two paths, two lives to choose. "Boss… Doctors say babies need to be warmed by their mothers. Or he feels insecure…" mean said, holding his hand to take the gun from her. She handed him the gun. And took the child. The moment he touched her something shifted. Baby Kean on her chest. The phone rang. A man walked outside to call. Amayra looks at her sister. "Boss, they find out that you are here… we have to leave." He said Hurry. "Humm… Is it jet ready?" She asked, looking down at the baby. "Yes, boss…" Men said. "Robin, send my sister's body to the graveyard and tell the men to bury her respectfully." Amayra commands him with a cold tone. "Yes, boss." Men said. She looked at Mayra one last time. Then turned. "You want me to take care of this boy. So from now on he is my son. But I promised you that when I find that bastard who created this boy, I'll send him to you…." Amayra said and walked with the baby in her hand. The rain swallowed them. ****