The Divorcee's Redemption

30: Intentions

"I've been broke and lost, took you running off
Need you now like the air I'm breathin'
You're still on my mind when I close my eyes
You're the only thing I see"

***

"What the fuck are your intentions?"

Mr.Xander growled in my face as he pressed me against the wall by my collar. While heading out of Lucy's room, I had unfortunately come face-to-face with him on the stairs. Chelsea was standing right next to us, her arms crossed and a low frown on her forehead.

She hadn't interfered when he attacked me again, and neither did I resist.

"I thought she might want an abortion, sir." I told him truthfully. I've never had to hide anything from him before, and neither was I going to.

"What...?" His grip on my collar slowly grew weak. There was panic in his eyes—fear, panic, worry, guilt—so many things mushed together.

"She doesn't want to." I assured him when he let go of me, "I don't want it either."

He stepped back with a pained expression, his eyes turned away, "Is this about money? How much do you want?"

"Mr.Xander," I gave him a weak smile, "I would never do that to you. If there's anyone indebted here, then that's me. I'm indebted to you for life, sir."

"Get out of my face."

He knocked me against the wall with his shoulder before storming up to his room. Chelsea sighed, "I'll walk you out." She followed me down to the garage and I paused before entering my car.

"I'll visit regularly," I told her.

"Why?" She narrowed her eyes on me.

"I want to take responsibility for what I've done."

She stared at me as though she were trying to decipher my face, "It's not that I don't want to believe you, Danny... But... Leo never trusts anyone, but you had that liberty. You had his trust—you had everyone's trust. But that's all there is to it now—it's in the past. How can I be sure that you're not going to harm Lucy again?"

I gave her a weak smile, "I'm not asking you to completely trust me, ma'am. I'm only asking for a second chance. From now on, Lucy's going to be emotionally unstable. She'll need someone to talk to, and she'll need someone to rely on physically... And, if I had to put it in medical terms, only the father of the child can willingly support her to that extent."

Chelsea scoffed, "If I had to put it in maternal terms," she stepped towards me, "Hurt my daughter again, and I will kick your ass."

She certainly was fated to be Mrs.Xander.

***

After a series of calls and emails with the director of my old hospital, he granted permission for my transfer to Rashmond Hospital for a couple of months. I wouldn't have to start right away though, he said that he would need a few days to sort things out. I willingly agreed.

I couldn't sleep at night as I was busy thinking about my baby.

It was overwhelming. Very overwhelming.

I was going to be a father.

God damn, I was going to be the father of Lucy's child.

I wanted them both to be healthy, of course. It would have to start with her getting out of the house more, eating healthy, going on checkups, and so many other things. The baby would also be an added excuse to meet her every day.