Keifer's POV:
Watching her struggling with her injuries was a task I would rather feel better to jump into a well than to see her like that.
It felt like an utter shame on my part to let her groan in pain.
I settled a pillow behind her back for better support as she demanded to sit, bored of sleeping.
"Don't you have to leave for office? I am alright. You can do your work. No need to wast-"
She couldn't continue as I cut her off.
"My wife is more precious than the entire wealth I own under my foot. Work can wait." I said and without realising my own actions.
I kissed her forehead into a tender, assuring, anchoring kiss.
"I am here to watch over you. What if this time you jump into an OT."
"That person needed my help" mimicking her exact tone when she had answered this flatly to my emotional questions.
She was about to bicker me but the golden opportunity was missed as a nurse slipped through in.
"Mother of that boy wants to meet you." She said and we nodded glancing each other. Even though it invaded our sweet privacy, its important to meet a parent who couldn't see their 4 year old running off tracks.
I could already sense the aura shift in air. Something not very good awaits. And I was very right when I said this because the women I expected to taunt turned out to be a past which had the power to freez me.
Ella.
She entered the room, her son still tugging on her right and as soon as her eyes fell on me, she stilled.
The boy quickly slipped through.
The boy quickly slipped through her arms and hugged Jay.
Ella quickly grabbed her composure back and focused talking with Jay.
"I am sorry.." she looked over me
"Mrs Watson and simultaneously I am thankful that you saved my son. I am a single mother and sometimes its tougher to navigate with this naughty being."
Single mother?
I remember her leaving me exactly 4.5 years back. Don't tell me..
"Its okay Ms Ella. I am like a mother to him too." She smiled, her generosity giving no way of back arguments on the topic. She was practically putting forth friendship to her.
"Yay so now you are my mummy too that means he is my Papa." The boy exclaimed, squealing already.
Horror snapped inside me. Papa? Me?
Jay chuckled a slow, intermingling laugh with him as if she was no longer a patient but a part of some circus.
"Thank you Mr and Mrs Watson but now we should leave." Ella interjected, hesitant on the sudden proximity of us and the boy.
I need to clear my doubts before it eats me away. I will find the truth for sure.
They left us now on our own to breathe. "You should rest now." I declared leaving no room for further arguments.
Jay's POV:
He has been weird, unreadable and mocking ever since I met him for the first time but today. Today he was different. Not just worried or upset but tensed as if he is on the brink of losing everything he built.
The eye contact between Ms Ella and him was like mocking me with wires carrying current. There was a spark, not between them but inside me. It was annoyingly frustrating to see his attention on her.
Upto now he was keen on talking to me, taking care of me but as soon as she left, he left too making me sleep again.
Why does it hurt so much?
The pain of the last night tremor suddenly felt nothing against this sharp pricking and all I wanted to do was shed tears.
I closed my eyes and a last ounce of tear fell on my pillow, and then it continued until sleep took over me in effect of the medicines.
Keifer's POV:
"Ella!" I called her out in the corridor.
She gasped and the boy flew into my arms like he belonged there. I caressed his head. The thought that he could be mine fleeting moment was both somewhere to be happy and sad about.
"Would you like some ice cream?"
He kissed my cheek and nodded happily. I took out some cash and ordered one of the nurse to cater him so that in the mean time I could talk to her.
Soon they disappeared into the crowd leaving both of us alone.
As much as the thought is staggering me, I am not sure how I am supposed to mention it to Jay now that the dynamics between us were finally changing, I feel like I am hammering a nail onto my head.
" Is he… is he mine?" I finally asked, muttering the last ounce of courage in me.