It's the second time in less than twenty-four hours that I almost lose Sebastian.
My heart stopped when I saw his car go through a red light and head straight toward a tree. I swerved mine and stopped right next to him, jumping from the car and running to him. He was unconscious, and I called 911 immediately.
I was terrified, and I still am as I stand beside Sebastian, lying in the hospital bed.
They ran tests and said he's fine, just a slight concussion, but I'm still worried. The only thing that can comfort me is seeing his green-blue eyes.
I lean down and kiss his forehead.
"Please, little one, wake up for me."
He doesn't.
I keep holding his hand and wondering why the fuck I didn't get his father's number. I still have Sebastian's mother'snumber, but I'm not sure calling her would be a good idea. He just had a car incident, and his family needs to know, but something is stopping me from calling his mother.
For a second, I wonder whether the reason is Aziel, but fuck him.
I'll wait till Sebastian wakes up to hear what he wants to do.
I see his doctor passing by and stop him. "Why isn't he waking up?"
To the doctor's credit, he stops and checks on Sebastian.
"He's lucky, you know. He only has a slight concussion, but even that means he needs rest. It's normal for him to sleep. He'll wake up soon."
"What do I need to do after he wakes up?"
"He needs rest for a few days. No heavy activities, no lifting, no bending. He may have a headache. I'll prescribe painkillers. Other than that, he just needs rest. That's it."
"I'll make sure he rests." I nod to myself, my eyes still locked on Sebastian.
I'm not used to seeing him so motionless and so pale. I need my little one to wake up, call me Daddy, and give me one of his beautiful smiles.
What am I going to do with this boy?
I sit in the chair next to his bed and focus on watching his chest rise and fall, as all around us there's chaos in the emergency ward. All I can focus on is the way Sebastian breaths. It reassures me that he's okay. That he's here.
I'm really failing at being the Daddy he needs.
What am I even doing if I can't take care of my boy?
A lump lunges in my throat as I'm reminded of my father. My greatest fear used to be turning out exactly as him. Now my greatest fear is losing Sebastian or failing him.
I wouldn't survive it.
Somehow, we went from brothers-in-law to strangers to lovers. And I wouldn't have it any other way.
These two days only made me realize how much I want to keep him, to protect him, to take care of him.
I close my eyes and lower my head to his hand. Please, my boy, just wake up. Like he could hear my silent plea, his hand moves against mine, and I snap back up just in time to see his eyes slowly opening.
"Daddy?"
"How are you feeling?" I cradle his head with my free hand, scanning his whole face.
"I'm okay, Daddy." He even gives me a small smile.
"Fuck." I exhale, only now realizing how terrified I was. "You scared me, boy."
