The Love of the Widower
Chapter Twenty Four

Happy Reading's.

Vincent POV's.

My soul seemed to float, my heart really hurt when I learned of Lita's unconscious condition after falling from the stairs. Even our son who was not supposed to be born into the world had to be operated on immediately given Lita's critical condition.

Finally our Baby Boy was born prematurely, 27 Weeks with a weight of less than 2kg. Her lungs were not fully formed until she had to be in an incubator.

For three days I never left Lita who was still at home with her sleep, she had not opened her eyes even though the doctor said if Lita had gone through a critical period.

I really hope that Lita can come to her senses soon. The baby boy I haven't named yet needs his ASI. Although now can only be given formula milk because ASI Lita has not come out.

This third night I really hope that Lita will open her eyes, really I can only pray and hope to God that my Lite will soon come to my senses. Don't drag on because I won't be able to do it if Lita leaves.

We will definitely be very happy to welcome our Baby Boy even though the situation is still not stable. But I kept trying to keep my son growing and meeting his mother.

Surely Lita is very happy to welcome the birth of her Son, what a poor woman I am, where she should not have given birth buti because of a jerk, damn and do not know himself hit Lita from behind.

At first I thought it was Emira's man, I wanted to go to him in prison but it was not the man that Emira told me to do but a thief who was caught and chased by officers and ended up hitting my wife at the entrance.

That person was also in prison, I had time to beat up my useless people. I paid a lot to look after Lita, but what they did made my wife go to the hospital bleeding heavily.

Fortunately the stock of blood bags with the same group for Lita is still a lot, I have also heard the explanation from Alesha if my people have worked well. Maybe it's because this is all bad for me and Lita.

The important thing is that Lita and Baby Boy survived, they've gone through a critical period. Lita also stayed waiting to wake up from her coma.

The doctor said if my Baby Boy is healthy, but with his lungs are not perfect it is also a little dangerous, due to premature birth where the internal organs are still not fully formed even though it has reached the age of 27 weeks it is very risky.

"Darling, you finally realized!"

Lita immediately asked the whereabouts of her Baby who was in the stomach, I said if she was okay. I called the doctor and Lita was ordered. His condition is stable and I am really grateful for that.

"Bring me baby, I want to see our son" I touched Lita's face and stroked her cheek. I was worried that he would be so sad to know how his son was doing. Although the doctor said if the baby boy condition is stable but still saw it must be in an incubator with breathing apparatus is very stifling.

Such a small baby must be sustained by medical devices to breathe, I really can not bear, let alone see Lita later which will certainly be so sad.

I finally agreed to Lita's invitation.

"Yes, baby, come on!" I carried Lita and sat her in a wheelchair. I saw him grimace a little, maybe the effect of his surgery three days ago. But a second later he smiled sincerely, surely Lita could not wait to meet our Baby Boy.

"Darling, you have to be strong, yes" I whispered in order to make Lita strong.

I finally pushed Lita's wheelchair out of the VIP room. We had to go through several aisles to get to the incubator room where our baby boy was sleeping.

"That's our son, baby, he's still very small and his skin is red, his birth weight is less than 2 kilo grams. But now it's 3 ounces and getting healthier." I told Lita about our son's condition.

I heard the sobs of my wife, Lita, close her mouth to muffle her cries. I know for sure his heart felt sad when he saw the condition of our baby boy.

"Vincent, I want to touch her" Lita said. I know how she feels right now, just like I'm so fragile and can't bear to see our baby like this.

Lita touched the glass of the incubator, I asked one of the nurses to let Lita touch our son. This is her first touch as a mother.