"I'm sorry, Daddy."
His lower lip trembles and I shake my head. I kiss his lips, only I peck, then pull back and say, "You have nothing to apologise for, Sebastian. Nothing. It was an accident."
He stares at me for a moment and then nods.
"The doctor said you have a slight concussion and you'll need rest."
"So no sex?"
"No. No sex, boy." I chuckle at the offended look on his face and the pout on his lips.
I step back when the doctor comes to check on him. He repeated everything he told me and decides to run some more tests just in case. My boy was about to argue, and I narrowed my eyes at him.
"Sebastian," I say in warning.
He swallows, eyes wide and innocent. He licks his lips like I didn't just scold him, heat in his gaze, but he only nods.
I'm about to take his hand in mine again when the doctor leaves, but I see Sebastian's eyes widen and panic overtake his features.
I follow his gaze and freeze when I see who's heading our way.
It has been two years since I last saw Aziel. Our last meeting was our biggest fight. The divorce was taken care of by our attorneys. I didn't want to see his lying face ever again.
He hasn't changed one bit. He still has this confidence that oozes out of him as he walks. He's as built as before, if not more. There's worry in his eyes as he scans the emergency, and then his eyes fall on Sebastian.
For a brief second, I see relief before he notices me, and then a myriad of emotions flash across his face: shock, anger, hurt, fury. In the end, he settles on fury.
I look over at Sebastian – more worried about him than whatever Aziel is feeling – but Sebastian is looking at his brother. I don't like the panic I see that he's trying and failing to hide.
"What the fuck are you doing here?" Aziel growls when he reaches us.
He stops on the other side of Sebastian. Calmly, I raise my head and look at him.
I expected to feel something if I ever saw him again. And I admit, there's still anger inside me. But other than that, the sight of Aziel doesn't provoke any emotions. If anything, my anger is fueled by his reaction. Instead of first asking how his brother is, he's demanding from me why I'm here.
"That's none of your business," I answer calmly.
"The fuck it isn't." He steps forward like he wants to punch me, but the bed is still between us. "Get lost. You have no reason to be here."
I can't help it. I chuckle. Who does he think he is, telling me what I can and can't do?
"No." That's all I say.
I don't owe him explanations. I don't owe him words or anything for that matter.
His gaze swings to his brother, and I see Sebastian looking from his brother to me and back.
"The fuck is this fucker doing here?" Aziel demands.
"Aziel…" Sebastian trails off.
I see the struggle in my boy's eyes, so I decide to speak up.
"Sebastian works for me. The accident happened before my eyes, and as his manager, I had to make sure he's okay."
"Manager, huh? Who would have thought someone like you would measure up to a position like that?"
"Aziel!" Sebastian snaps. "Don't talk to him like this."
