The Love of the Widower
Chapter Twenty Three

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Lita POVs

Today I planned to check the contents, but Vincent was not there and Alesha accompanied me. Alesha had an 8-month-old baby, but she took the time to accompany me on Vincent's taxis.

No, actually Vincent is not pushy, but Alesha herself is willing to accompany me willingly.

I am so grateful to have such a really good friend, unlike the ones who have stabbed me in the back. Alesha and her husband were really sincerely kind to me.

After an examination to the obgyn doctor my baby candidate was declared healthy. Alesha and I decided to go to the Mall looking for things I didn't have. Alesha's taking her baby sitter. We bought some baby clothes, but Vincent has bought a lot for our baby.

We walked around until we forgot the time, it was getting late, I invited Alesha to dinner. Baby El is also not fussy, somehow I feel so happy when I can walk like this again with Alesha.

Shopping for some items that are actually useless, but the time to choose the item becomes a pleasure for me and Alesha.

This friend of mine actually used to be a famous model and designer. But after marrying Keanu, she chose to focus on her small family. Keanu also definitely forbids Alesha from working, the money is already a lot, for what his wife works.

Just like Vincent has a lot of money and forbids me to work. I feel like my life is complete with Vincent and our baby boy.

After a bit late, we decided to go home, Vincent called and asked me and his baby. I said if we were okay and told Vincent not to worry.

However, when I just came out of the mall, suddenly there was someone pushing my body from behind. Whether it was intentional or not, I don't know. At that time I was right in front of the exit and a few meters in front of me was the stairs.

I heard Alesha screaming loudly as my body rolled over, I reflexively held my stomach and protected my baby as much as possible, but still I felt my body all hurt, all the while, when my head hit something hard, my eyes suddenly darkened and I couldn't remember everything.

*****

My eyes opened slowly, adjusting the light entering the retina. My throat is so dry. I also felt my stomach ache, my head was also dizzy. I remember clearly how I fell down the stairs and rolled over.

Reflex my hand raised and touched the stomach.

"Darling, you finally realized!"

I felt Vincent's hand touch my hand, he kissed my forehead and pressed the button next to Ranjan.

"Sstt, calm down, our baby is safe, now you have to be checked first yes, you have been unconscious for three days" my husband whispered.

I was surprised when Vincent said that I was unconscious for a long time - three days. I just fell down and rolled on a ladder that was not so high.

But I was unconscious for three days. The door opened, there were two people coming in who I thought were doctors and nurses. Seen from his shirt. The doctor asked me some questions, but right now I really want to see my son. How he is, isn't he old enough to be born.

He was seven months old, he should have been born less than two months later. But it turns out that my accident made her born sooner.

I hope my baby boy is okay.

*****

After running a series of examinations, I asked the doctor to meet with my baby.

"I'll drive you, baby, our baby's in the incubator. He's still very small and needs light to get his weight to normal, the doctor said that he weighs very small, but all his organs are complete" said Vincent.

I nodded weakly as well, not feeling that my tears were falling, I really did not expect that my son would be born prematurely.

"Bring me baby, I want to see our son" Vincent touched my face and stroked my cheek. His gaze was so deep, I don't know what was in the look in his eyes that, obviously, it was a highlight of sadness.

It makes me think no, I'm so scared. Nothing happened to me.

"Yes, baby, come on!" Vincent carried me and sat him in a wheelchair. My stomach hurts a lot but I can bear it because I'm going to meet my baby boy.

It felt so unconscious, my baby must be so handsome.

"Darling, you have to be strong, yes" whispered Vincent, making me even more sad.

Seriate.