Edinburgh
Control Lose

"Aaron, why are you ...." Blaire did not have time to continue her words, Sabrina first called out to her brother.

"Come, Aaron. Don't let us stay overnight on the road" said the blonde-haired girl gesturing.

Aaron turned his eyes to the younger brother. He then nodded slowly. "Alright, Blaire. I'm here again tomorrow, all to see the state of the factory." After saying so, the blue-eyed handsome man immediately kissed Blaire's forehead. He then went to go accompanied by the eyes of Ainsley's mother.

After Aaron and the others returned to Edinburgh, Blaire entered the room that Christian had deliberately booked in the hospital pavilion. The room felt so comfortable with a sofa, extra beds, and of course a flat-screen television that became entertainment for Ainsley who had begun to communicate, although still looked very weak.

"Hi, Honey. How are you?" greet Blaire shortly after being in the nursery of the child. He saw Christian half-buried on Ainsley's left side. The man seemed to ignore Blaire's presence there.

“I feel nothing, Mom,” Ainsley said so quietly and looked weak.

“It's okay. That means you'll be well soon, honey. Now sleep. You must rest a lot,” Blaire replied while gently rubbing her son's head.

“Iya, I'll sleep. Theapi, I want to lie down while facing the side,” whine Ainsley.

“You can't move too much, Ains. Look at your feet,” points Christian towards Ainsley's right foot clad in a white cast, and must be hung on a special rope to keep his position straight also slightly raised.

“I can't sleep without my pillow,” said Ainsley with curvy lips. A little more, the boy will cry.

“Hei please, dear. For a while, you should be able to sleep in this condition,” Blaire persuaded.

“Use my hand as your pillow, Son. I think it's just as tender,” said Christian a little joking. Slowly, he slid his right hand under Ainsley's bandaged head, while Blaire raised the son's head very carefully.

It turns out that way is quite potent. Soon Ainsley was able to fall asleep, plus the influence of drugs that still remain. Blaire again shed tears as she looked at her weak, helpless son. The cheerful Aisnley, now had to be in such an alarming state as this moment. However, Blaire soon starts to get wet when Christian stares intently at her.

“Ainsley is okay, you say?” christian suddenly said. His voice sounded so slow as not to disturb his son's sleep. “She was almost drained of blood from a torn wound in the waist and an open fracture in the leg due to a hard impact. Luckily his head was only slightly scratched. You don't know how angry I am, Blaire!” cristian growled, still with her voice deep and slow but emphatic.

“You don't have to say it over and over again, because I was wrong.

Ainsley is also my son, Chris. I gave birth to her, so I can definitely feel how much pain she is currently in. If you can, then let me bear all his wounds.” Blaire sniffling. He lowered his head deeply while standing on the edge of the bed for a while, until the beautiful girl decided to lie down on the large sofa by the window.

Christian only grunted angrily in response to Blaire's remark while throwing his face away. For a long time they were silent to each other, until Blaire finally fell asleep unconsciously. He had just woken up when the phone he had placed near his head, shook quite strongly. While squinting, Blaire saw Aaron's name on the screen.

“Halo,” greet the beautiful blonde girl immediately answer the incoming call earlier.

“How is Ainsley doing now?” ask Aaron from across the street.

“The condition is starting to stabilize. Right now he is asleep, Blaire replied half in a whisper.

“Very messed up, Aaron. I even still wear a wedding dress filled with blood stains,” sigh Ainsley's mother.

“Alright, Blaire. I'll bring you the change of clothes and other supplies you need. I don't want to bother anymore, because you also have to rest. Good night, Honey. See you tomorrow,” close Aaron before ending his call. He didn't wait until Blaire replied to what he said.

After getting a call from Aaron, Blaire becomes hard-pressed to sleep. Various positions he tried to get back to sleep. He was hard at closing his eyes. However, the drowsiness within the girl had apparently completely disappeared.

Blaire finally got up and sat down. For a long time he was in a position like that, until he finally moved and approached Ainsley's bed. A smile from the beautiful lips of the mother of one child. Blaire's heart was at peace as she watched Ainsley and Christian both fall into a deep sleep. The father and son had similar expressions of sleep, making a sense of pain emerge from the bottom of Blaire's heart.

Immediately, he dashed towards a door that connected the pavilion room with a balcony. The girl then closed it quietly, then approached the balcony barrier. Both Blaire's hands were tightly gripping the edge of the fence made of iron.

All the pain he endured, finally spilled right then and there. “What should I do, Lord? I can't take it anymore,” the whim is so soft. Blaire was sure that no one was there, so she dared to take out all the burdens that were piling up in her heart.

“I'm a bad girl. I am not a mother to be proud of. I am not worthy of being anyone's companion, let alone being a mother,” her emotions while bowed, then shook her head slowly.

“Why wasn't I the only one who got hit by that car and died,” added Blaire while covering her face with both palms.

“Blaire.” There was a heavy sound of someone coming from behind.

The girl's body froze. He opened both of his palms, then turned to face towards the source of the sound. Christian was standing gallantly in the doorway with a hard-to-read look. “Ka-you? Why are you here? Mom-are you not sleeping?” tanya Blaire stamped.

“I woke up when I heard you received a phone call I believed to be from Aaron,” Christian replied as he walked over, then stood next to Blaire. He put both his hands on the fence. While the man's gray eyes looked far away, through the thick night sky in Glasgow City. Look below there vehicle traffic is still quite crowded, even though time has shown midnight.

“You didn't hear my words just now, ‘kan?” Blaire gulped as she stared anxiously at Christian's handsome face.

“Unfortunately .. yes,” replied the man was flat.

“Gosh.” Blaire, who was very ashamed, intended to leave from there. However, there was not yet a step, Christian first blocked his wrist tightly.

“I'm sorry,” said the man. It is clear that the eyes hold a million sorrows. “I've been too hard on you,” Christian continued.

“Why should you apologize, Chris? I am guilty indeed. Never mind yourself, I am also angry at myself.” Blaire laughed bitterly. One hand wiped away the tears that did not stop flowing.

“You're right. Ainsley's gonna be fine. He's a strong boy, like I said before. I just lost control when I saw the little boy get hurt,” Christian said.

"I can understand it, Chris. My feelings are not much different. All this time, every day, every moment, I saw Ainsley in good health. Although he is not among the children who are too active, but ...." Blaire is back.

"That's it. What the doctor said is true. We'd better work together to take care of him so he recovers soon" Christian said. A deep sense of wanting to hold and wipe the tears, when he saw the girl he loved crying like that. However, Christian begins to limit himself, not to touch someone who will belong to another man.