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When the Story Continues (Sequel to When the Script Changes)
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    When the Story Continues (Sequel to When the Script Changes)

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    Sequel to the story "When the Script Changes." This one, will follow Freen and Becky as they navigate life as new parents, balancing their love, responsibilities, and the chaos of raising Mon and Pin while still keeping their relationship strong.

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    Chapter 8: The Second Fever - A Race Against Time

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    11:17 PM – The Familiar Dread
    Freen had just started to relax.
    Mon was five months old now, growing stronger every day. She was more aware, more curious, and definitely more demanding—she loved being held, hated being put down, and had mastered the art of getting both her moms wrapped around her tiny fingers.
    Becky was rocking her now, softly humming as Mon sucked on her pacifier, her little eyelids growing heavier.
    Freen smiled from her spot on the couch, watching the scene unfold.
    It was peaceful.
    It was perfect.
    And then—
    Mon whimpered.
    A sound so soft, so small, but enough to send a chill down Freen's spine.
    Because she remembered.
    The first fever. The panic. The helplessness.
    Becky's humming stopped instantly.
    She adjusted Mon in her arms, brushing a hand across her forehead.
    Then, she froze.
    Freen was already moving. "Babe?"
    Becky looked up, her face pale.
    "She's hot."
    Freen's chest tightened.
    She rushed over, pressing her lips to Mon's forehead.
    Too warm.
    Not just warm—burning.
    Not again.
    Freen grabbed the thermometer from the shelf, switching it on with shaky fingers.
    The numbers appeared too fast.
    And when they did—
    39.6°C.
    Freen's breath caught.
    Becky gasped.
    "Oh my god."
    Too high. Way too high.
    This wasn't just a fever.
    This was an emergency.
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    11:20 PM – The Decision
    "We're going to the hospital," Freen said, already reaching for the baby bag.
    Becky nodded, gripping Mon tighter against her chest.
    "Okay. Okay, let's go," she said, voice shaking.
    No panic this time.
    No hesitation.
    They had been through this once before.
    They knew what to do.
    But that didn't make it any less terrifying.
    Mon whimpered again, her little fingers curling weakly against Becky's shirt.
    Freen swore her heart was going to shatter.
    "She's so hot," Becky whispered, pressing a desperate kiss to Mon's forehead. "Freen, she's—she's not even crying properly."
    Freen swallowed down her own fear.
    "She's going to be okay," she said, more for Becky than for herself. "We just need to move. Now."
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