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The Boy And His Albatross
Scenario:Holland is a 18 year old boy who lives with his mom. Holland is an only child, Holland, who has a newborn baby named Vanessa, who he gave birth to two days ago after being thirty nine weeks. He doesn't know the father of his baby and doesn't want to. Today, Holland and his mom are going to South korea for vacation. Hollands mom is happy to be a grandmother. They are not rich and not poor they live in a nice house. Holland is a boy with a newborn named Vanessa. He is a stay at home parent
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Zane
He is a runaway trying to evade the law after committing a crime. He is reckless,desperate,and resilient. Zane relies on friends like Troy for shelter and assistance. He faces various challenges while on the run but remains determined to turn his life around. His story interweaves with Holland's as they both navigate their struggles and attempt to create a new path forward while maintaining secrecy from authorities.
Emma
She is Holland’s friend who works as a waitress at a restaurant. She is caring,supportive,and responsible. Emma helps Holland take care of his newborn daughter,Vanessa,when he needs to work at the repair shop. She provides emotional support and assistance with the baby,often watching her while Holland is away. Her presence alleviates some of Holland’s burdens and strengthens their friendship,which is rooted in trust and mutual respect.
Grandma Jean
She is Holland's estranged grandmother who lives in Nebraska. She is visiting Holland for the first time since he was a baby. She is feisty,caring,and nurturing. Jean wants to get to know her newly born granddaughter Vanessa. Her visit sparks an emotional connection with Holland,revealing underlying family dynamics. Despite their initial awkwardness,her desire to help with the baby showcases her paternal instincts and motivates Holland to accept her support.
I am not the father of my daughter.
Vanessa is two days old.
She is my daughter, but I don't know her father.
And I don't want to know.
I don't care who her father is.
All I care about is that she's healthy, and she is.
The doctor said she was perfect when she was born, thirty-nine weeks in my womb, and although she's a little on the smaller side, she's doing great for being two weeks early.
My mom said she was a great birth, easy and quick, only six hours of labor, and even though it was my first time and I was scared, once I got into a routine, it wasn't so bad.
My mom was there with me the entire time, supporting me, telling me what to do, breathing with me as I pushed through the hardest part of bringing my daughter into this world.
I sit in the cramped airplane seat, my daughter cradled against my chest as my mom dozes beside me.
The flight attendant comes over and brings me a warm bottle of water, and I mix it with the formula to feed Vanessa.
My hands shake as I measure out the powder, and I double-check the instructions on the side of the can.
Everything about taking care of a newborn is terrifying, and doing it at 35,000 feet in the air is even worse.
Vanessa fusses quietly as I feed her, and she draws curious glances from other passengers on the plane.
The captain's voice comes over the intercom, announcing that we'll be starting our descent into Incheon International Airport.
My mom wakes up and helps me gather our things together.
She shows me how to secure Vanessa in her baby carrier so we can exit the plane easily. When we step off the plane into the humid Korean air, I clutch my daughter closer to me.
"Are you sure about this, honey?" my mom asks, her voice laced with concern.
"I have to find her," I reply, determination in my eyes.
"But what if he doesn't want to be found?" she presses gently, searching my face for any hint of doubt.
Exhausted from the long flight, I make my way through the crowded terminal of Incheon Airport, my mom walking a few steps ahead of me.
She pulls our luggage while I carry Vanessa in her front-facing carrier, her tiny head bobbing as she tries to stay awake.
The fluorescent lights overhead cast a harsh glow, and the constant stream of announcements in Korean creates a cacophony of sounds that overwhelm my jet-lagged senses.
Weaving through the throng of travelers, I try to keep up with my mom as she expertly navigates the signs and directions.
My eyes are heavy, and all I want is to find a quiet place to rest and process everything that has happened.
As we stop at a crosswalk, waiting for the signal to change, I reach down and adjust the blanket around Vanessa.
She stirs in her sleep, her tiny hands curling into fists as she searches for my touch.
Just then, someone crashes into my shoulder, causing me to stumble forward.
Vanessa startles awake and begins to cry.
I turn to see a young Korean man with dyed blonde hair and a sheepish expression on his face.
He bows repeatedly, speaking rapid Korean that I can't understand. "I'm sorry," he says, his voice filled with genuine concern.
"I wasn't watching where I was going."
I shake my head, trying to convey that it's okay, even though I have no idea what he's saying.
He continues to bow and apologize, reaching out toward Vanessa as if he wants to comfort her.
Still standing at the crosswalk, I notice his eyes widen as Vanessa's cries subside.
He switches to English, saying, "I'm so sorry. I'm Jordan. My Korean name is Kyungsoo, but everyone calls me Jordan."
My mom backtracks through the crowd to check on us.
She sees the commotion and hurries over to make sure we're okay.
"Are you all right?" she asks, her voice tinged with worry.
"I'm fine," I reassure her.
"Just a little jostled."
The Korean man continues to apologize profusely, and my mom steps in to translate for me.
"It's okay," she says, patting him on the arm.
"Accidents happen."
The light changes, and the crowd begins to move forward.
My mom gestures for me to follow her, but I hesitate.
The young man catches my eye and motions toward a nearby coffee shop.
"Please, let me buy you a drink as an apology," he offers.
I look at my mom uncertainly, not sure what to do. She smiles kindly at me and says, "I'll get our luggage into a taxi. You take care of Vanessa."
I nod gratefully and adjust Vanessa in her carrier as I follow the young man into the coffee shop.
As we wait in line, I study his profile out of the corner of my eye.
There's something familiar about his features, but I can't quite place it.
Is it just because he reminds me of someone from home?
Or is there something more?
He turns and catches me looking at him, a small smile playing on his lips.
I quickly look away, feeling a flush rise to my cheeks.
We reach the counter and he orders two coffees in rapid Korean before turning to me.
"What would you like?"
I hesitate for a moment before answering.
"I'll just have water, thank you."
He nods and orders my water before leading us to a small table by the window. We sit down, and he leans forward earnestly.
"I really am sorry for bumping into you," he says again.
"It was careless of me."
I smile weakly at him and adjust Vanessa in her carrier once more.
"It's okay," I say softly.
"Accidents happen."
He nods vigorously, seeming to accept my forgiveness.
"So what brings you here?" he asks curiously.
"Are you studying abroad?"
I shake my head.
"No, I'm visiting family."
His eyes widen in surprise.
He nods, stirring his americano thoughtfully.
"Do you have family in Korea?"
I take a sip of my water and watch him as he stirs his coffee.
His blonde-dyed hair falls over one eye, and he pushes it back absently with his free hand.
There's something about the shape of his eyes, the curve of his jaw that seems so familiar.
But I can't quite place it.
"Are you all right?" he asks, catching me staring at him.
I startle and quickly look away.
"Yes, sorry. I was just thinking about something."
He nods understandingly and reaches across the table to steady my water glass, which has begun to tremble in my hand.
Our fingers brush briefly, and I feel an electric jolt run through me. "I'm sorry again," he says softly, pulling his hand back.
"I didn't mean to startle you."
"No, it's okay," I reply, taking another sip of my water.
"I'm just a little jet-lagged."
He nods sympathetically.
"Where are you from?" he asks curiously.
"America," I reply simply.
"Ah, America," he repeats thoughtfully.
"I've always wanted to visit there one day."
I smile politely and take another sip of my water.
The silence stretches between us for a moment before he speaks again.
"My name is Jordan," he says softly, reaching out to touch my hand again.
"But you can call me Kyungsoo. Jordan is just my English name."
I nod slowly, letting his words sink in.
"Nice to meet you," I say finally, pulling my hand back and checking my phone for the time.
It's barely 9 PM. My mom texts me that she's gotten Vanessa settled at the hotel and that she's sleeping peacefully.
After we finish our drinks, Kyungsoo suggests showing me a nearby bridge with a great view of the city.
I hesitate for a moment before agreeing.
I text my mom to let her know I'll meet her back at the hotel later, and then follow Kyungsoo out into the neon-lit streets.
We walk side by side, Kyungsoo pointing out different landmarks and explaining their significance.
The air is cool and crisp, filled with the smell of street food and exhaust fumes.
As we walk, his shoulder occasionally brushes against mine, sending shivers down my spine.
Eventually, we reach the bridge and make our way to the center.
Strings of lights illuminate the water below, creating a dazzling display of color and light.
Kyungsoo stops walking and turns to face me.
His eyes are dark and serious, his features illuminated by the lights around us. My heart pounds in my chest as he takes a step closer to me.
I can feel his warm breath on my skin, and I know that something is about to happen.
Without warning, he cups my face in his hands and presses his lips to mine.
I freeze in shock, unsure of how to react.
Part of me wants to pull away, but another part of me wants to melt into his touch.
The kiss deepens, and I feel myself getting lost in the moment.
The lights around us sparkle like stars, and I feel like I'm floating on air.
Eventually, Kyungsoo pulls away from me, leaving me breathless and confused.
"I'm sorry," he whispers, his voice barely audible over the hum of the city.
"I didn't mean to surprise you like that."
I take a deep breath, trying to steady my racing heart.
"It's okay," I say finally, looking away from him.
We stand there for a moment, both of us still reeling from the kiss.
Vanessa stirs in her carrier, and I adjust her blanket.
After a moment, Kyungsoo speaks up.
"Do you want kids someday?" he asks softly, his eyes searching my face.
I look up at him, unsure of how to answer.
"Do you?"
I ask finally.
He looks down at his hands, which are folded in his lap.
"Yes," he says quietly, his voice barely audible.
"I was pregnant once. But I had an incomplete miscarriage."
His shoulders tense as he stares down at his hands.
A single tear rolls down his cheek before he quickly wipes it away.
"I'm sorry," I say, reaching out to touch his arm gently.
He nods, taking a deep breath before meeting my gaze again.
"Thank you," he whispers, his voice steadier now.
I wake up early, before the sun rises.
Mom is still asleep, and Vanessa is stirring in her travel bassinet.
I watch as Mom feeds her a bottle and changes her diaper.
Once she's settled back into her bassinet, I start pacing back and forth across the room.
The morning sun filters through the sheer curtains, casting a warm glow over everything.
I run my hands through my hair, trying to calm my nerves.
I need to tell Mom about Kyungsoo, but I'm not sure how to do it.
I sit down on the edge of my bed, clasping my hands together in front of me.
Mom finishes getting ready and sits down next to me.
"Are you all right?" she asks, placing a hand on my shoulder.
I take a deep breath before speaking.
"I met someone last night," I say quietly, looking down at my hands.
"His name is Kyungsoo. We met at a coffee shop and walked around the city together."
Mom nods encouragingly, waiting for me to continue.
"We went to a bridge and watched the sunset," I say, my voice shaking slightly.
"And then he kissed me."
Mom's eyes widen in surprise, but she doesn't say anything.
"He's really nice," I continue, my voice growing stronger now.
"We talked about everything. And I feel like I've known him forever."
Mom sets her coffee cup down on the table with a sharp clink. "Are you sure this is a good idea?" she asks, her voice firm but gentle.
"I mean, you've only known him for one day."
I nod slowly, knowing that she's right.
But I can't help how I feel.
"I know it sounds crazy," I say finally, looking up at her with tears in my eyes.
"But I think I might be falling in love with him."
Mom stares at me for a long moment before speaking again.
"Okay," she says softly, reaching out to take my hand in hers.
"Just be careful, okay?"
I nod slowly, feeling a mix of emotions swirling inside of me.
"I will," I promise, squeezing her hand tightly.
She gives me a reassuring smile, though her eyes are still filled with concern.
"Just remember," she adds gently, "sometimes people aren't who they seem to be."
I pace back and forth in front of the hotel entrance, checking my phone every few seconds.
Vanessa sleeps soundly against my chest, oblivious to the butterflies fluttering in my stomach.
Mom's words echo in my mind, but I can't help the excitement coursing through me.
And then I see him, jogging toward me through the morning crowd.
Kyungsoo's blonde hair bounces with each step, and his wide smile makes my stomach flip.
He doesn't slow down as he approaches, almost colliding with me again before catching himself at the last second.
"Hi Holland!" he exclaims, slightly out of breath.
His hand reaches out to steady himself on my shoulder, fingers lingering there as he peers down at Vanessa.
"Hey," I reply, trying to keep my voice steady as I adjust Vanessa in her carrier.
Kyungsoo looks up, his eyes meeting mine with an intensity that makes my heart skip a beat.
"Can we talk?" he asks, his voice suddenly serious.
I nod, following him to a quiet garden behind the hotel.
The morning air is thick with the scent of jasmine, and Vanessa sleeps soundly against my chest.
We sit on a stone bench, and Kyungsoo's hand finds mine, our fingers intertwining naturally.
"I grew up in Incheon," he says softly, his voice barely above a whisper.
"My parents own a small bakery there."
I listen intently as he talks about his childhood, his voice filled with warmth and love.
"I always knew I wanted to travel," he continues, his eyes sparkling with excitement.
"And when I saw you yesterday, I felt an instant connection."
My heart races as I look into his familiar eyes.
"I was scared at first," I admit, surprising myself with my honesty.
"But there's something about you that makes me feel safe."
Kyungsoo squeezes my hand gently, his touch sending shivers down my spine.
"I'm falling in love with you, Holland," he whispers, his voice filled with emotion. The words catch me off guard, but before I can stop myself, they spill out of my mouth like a confession.
"I love you too."
Vanessa stirs between us, her tiny hands reaching out for Kyungsoo's face.
He smiles, gently taking her hand in his.
"I love you too, little one," he says, his voice filled with tenderness.
I sit at our kitchen table in Incheon, watching as Kyungsoo prepares breakfast.
Vanessa colors on a piece of paper beside me, her dark curls bouncing as she hums to herself.
Three years of marriage have settled into a comfortable routine: Vanessa helping set the table, me brewing coffee, and Kyungsoo making traditional Korean dishes he learned from his parents.
As he reaches for the plates, his small baby bump shows through his t-shirt.
"Has the baby kicked yet?" Vanessa asks, looking up from her coloring book.
Kyungsoo smiles, shaking his head.
"Not for a few more weeks, sweetheart."
I get up and walk over to him, wrapping my arms around him from behind and resting my hands on his ten-week belly.
In that moment, surrounded by the warmth of our little family, I knew we had found our forever.
I sit on the couch in our living room with Kyungsoo after dinner, Vanessa playing with blocks on the floor in front of us.
"We need to call the pediatrician tomorrow," I say, leaning my head on his shoulder.
"Vanessa's checkup is next week."
Kyungsoo pauses folding laundry and stares at me, his mouth slightly open.
"What's wrong?"
I ask, looking up at him.
He shakes his head, a small smile playing on his lips.
"You're speaking perfect Korean," he says, his voice filled with amazement.
"Three years ago, you couldn't understand a word I said at the airport. And now you're talking about medical terms like it's nothing."
I shrug, turning my attention back to Vanessa's blocks.
"It's just something I picked up," I say nonchalantly.
Kyungsoo continues watching me with a look of pride on his face, his hand resting protectively on his small bump.
"You're incredible, you know that?" he says, his eyes shining with admiration.
I chuckle softly, nudging him playfully.
"Well, I had the best teacher," I reply, feeling warmth spread through my chest.
I sit with Kyungsoo on our balcony after putting Vanessa to bed, the night air cool against my skin.
The city lights twinkle below us, and I can hear the distant hum of traffic.
Kyungsoo's comment from earlier has been nagging at me all day, and I can't help but bring it up again.
"Hey," I say softly, turning to face him.
"Can we talk about what you said earlier?"
Kyungsoo looks at me, his eyes filled with a mix of confusion and concern.
"What do you mean?" he asks, his voice gentle.
"You said something about a miscarriage," I explain, my voice barely above a whisper.
"I just want to know what happened."
Kyungsoo's body tenses beside me, and he looks away, his gaze fixed on the city below.
"I was sixteen," he says finally, his voice low and steady.
"I didn't know I was pregnant until I was already three months along. And then...and then I started bleeding."
My heart aches as I listen to his words, imagining the fear and uncertainty he must have felt.
"What happened?" I ask gently, reaching out to touch his hand.
Kyungsoo pulls away slightly, his eyes still fixed on the city below.
"I went to the emergency room," he continues, his voice cracking slightly.
"They told me I had an incomplete miscarriage. There was still tissue left inside me."
I feel a lump form in my throat as I listen to him speak. "They had to do a procedure to remove it," he says finally, his voice barely above a whisper.
"It was...it was really painful."
I reach out again, this time taking his hand in mine.
"I'm so sorry," I say softly, my voice filled with emotion.
Kyungsoo doesn't respond, his eyes still fixed on the city below.
We sit there in silence for a moment, the only sound the distant hum of traffic.
Finally, Kyungsoo stands up abruptly, pulling his hand away from mine.
"I need to go inside," he says quietly, not meeting my eyes.
I follow him inside, watching as he walks into our bedroom and sits down on the edge of our bed.
He wraps his arms around his stomach, his shoulders hunched over.
I walk over to him slowly, sitting down beside him on the bed.
I place my hand over his, feeling the warmth of his skin beneath mine.
"You're pregnant now," I say softly, "with our baby."
Kyungsoo tenses beside me, but he doesn't pull away.
"I know you're scared," I continue, "but you're not alone. I'm here for you, and Vanessa is too."
I pause for a moment, thinking about how to say what's next.
"I've seen the way you are with Vanessa," I say finally.
"You're an amazing parent. She loves you so much."
Kyungsoo's shoulders relax slightly beside me, and he turns his head to look at me.
"And this baby will love you just as much," I continue.
"We're going to have a nursery set up soon, and we'll start picking out clothes and toys. It'll be like having a new member of the family."
Kyungsoo looks at me for a long moment, his eyes filled with tears.
Finally, he nods slightly, a small smile playing on his lips.
"Thank you," he whispers, his voice barely audible.
I squeeze his hand gently, feeling a sense of relief wash over me.
"We're in this together, every step of the way," I assure him, my heart full of hope.