Macy’s heart pounded as she stared at the shrinking countdown on the device. Two months lost. Only five months left in the pregnancy. If this kept up, Jeffie would simply… disappear. The thought was unbearable.
A sudden knock at the door made her jump. She wiped her hands on her pants, then called out, “Who is it?”
“It’s me,” came Anthony’s voice. “I thought I’d check in.”
Macy’s breath hitched. It had been almost an hour since the last update, and every minute felt like a race against time. Anthony’s presence was a strange mix of comfort and distraction. He stepped in, giving her a warm, familiar smile, clearly acting like the boyfriend he was—or at least, supposed to be in this reality.
He reached out, brushing a stray lock of hair from her face, his touch gentle but confident.
Macy swallowed hard, her mind racing. Panic and hormones twisted inside her, clouding her judgment.
What if… what if I just…? The idea sprang up almost absurdly. If she got pregnant again—if Anthony conceived a new baby—would that stop Jeffie’s pregnancy from regressing? Would it save Jeffie from fading away?
It felt reckless, impulsive—even dumb—but in that desperate moment, the idea was strangely comforting.
She looked up at Anthony, eyes wide with uncertainty. A shaky smile crossed her lips as she murmured, “Maybe… maybe we should try.”
Anthony’s smile deepened, sensing her need for hope. “Whatever you want, Macy. I’m here.”
And despite every doubt screaming in her head, Macy felt a small spark of hope flicker to life inside her.
Macy took a deep breath, her mind swirling with anxiety and uncertainty. She knew it was a gamble—maybe even foolish—but the ticking clock left her no choice. She couldn’t just stand by and watch Jeffie disappear.
Anthony stepped closer, his eyes full of reassurance. “We’ll get through this together,” he said softly.
She nodded, feeling the warmth of his presence steady her trembling hands. The room seemed to grow smaller, more intimate, as the gravity of the moment settled in.
Despite the panic pounding in her chest, Macy felt an unexpected calm wash over her as Anthony gently pulled her into an embrace. For a moment, the frantic countdown on the device faded into the background.
Her thoughts were chaotic—was this really going to help? Was it even logical? But somewhere deep inside, the hope that this could protect Jeffie from being erased sparked a quiet determination.
As they held each other, Macy silently vowed she would do whatever it took to save Jeffie—even if it meant facing the unknown with nothing but hope.
Macy hesitated for only a moment before taking Anthony’s hand and leading him toward the bedroom. Both fully consenting adults, there was an unspoken urgency hanging between them — a desperate hope wrapped in fragile trust.
For Macy, experiencing this part of womanhood was unlike anything she’d ever known before. The rush of new sensations, the unfamiliar yet intoxicating feelings of desire, pulled her along like a current she couldn’t resist. Anthony’s touch was steady, reassuring, and with every moment, she felt herself drifting further away from the mounting pressure of the ticking timer in her mind.
Meanwhile, the glow from the Chronivac device still counted down relentlessly — her baby bump slowly shrinking, marking the loss of time and progress. Yet paradoxically, with every half hour that passed, Macy’s desire grew stronger, the intense waves of emotion filling the space left by her fading panic.
She tried to focus on the moment, on the warmth and closeness, on the possibility that maybe — just maybe — this act could rewrite their fate. The timer wasn’t just disappearing her baby bump. It was challenging her to hold on, to fight, and in that battle of shrinking time versus growing passion, Macy surrendered to the fragile hope that this night could change everything.
Macy’s passion surged with an intensity that seemed to defy the relentless countdown. Every touch, every breath, every whispered word from Anthony fueled a fire inside her that grew hotter, stronger — almost as if her very being was fighting against the shrinking time.
Her baby bump, once so prominent and full of hope, gradually faded from sight, disappearing inch by inch with every passing half hour. But Macy’s desire only magnified, blooming into something overwhelming and all-consuming.
And then, in a moment heavy with both urgency and tenderness, Anthony reached the peak of their shared experience. As he came inside her, a breathless connection sealed between them, Macy’s heart raced with a fragile hope.
Had this final act, charged with raw emotion and desperate longing, been enough to save Jeffie? Or was the relentless countdown already too far gone?
The answer hung in the air — unknown, uncertain, and waiting to be revealed.