The Divorcee's Redemption

63: Logic

Danny had been beside me the entire night, cuddling and comforting me. The thing is, I had expected something or the other to go wrong with Dad's health considering how ignorant he's been. But a part of me felt guilty because the pregnancy must have stressed him out these past months, and then there's the cat and mouse game he's been playing with Mom.

My sweet man, Danny, had promised to take me to the hospital first thing in the morning. After brushing my teeth and taking a quick shower, I got dressed and hurried downstairs.

Danny was in the kitchen, getting breakfast ready while giving me a soft smile. It was just half past seven, and he had already cooked so much. Alvarez was most probably asleep. "Good morning, baby," he said, wrapping his arms around me and planting a kiss in my hair. His shirt was crinkly, as he had been wearing it last evening as well.

I hummed, loving his warmth as I buried my head in his chest. "How did you sleep, hm?" he whispered while resting his chin on my head. I certainly would not have slept if he hadn't been with me last night.

"You were there, so I slept well. You didn't have to make breakfast..." I pulled back and frowned.

He kissed the tip of my nose, "I figured you'd want to leave early so I had to make sure my girl eats." He pulled a chair for me. Sometimes I really wonder what I had done to deserve someone as perfect as my fiancé.

Danny took a seat in the chair opposite mine. "Mr.Xander might flip if he hears that I used his kitchen," he chuckled. Even though he was trying to cheer me up, my mind kept flashing back to my childhood when Dad would let me climb over his shoulder and pull his hair.

I wish if I could go back to when he was younger and healthier.

***

When Danny and I entered Dad's room, I found Mom on the couch, closely watching her ex-husband as a nurse examined him. I had been holding it in all morning, but the sight of him with wires attached, on a damn hospital bed, wearing a patients gown—the tears didn't hesitate anymore.

"Ah... Lucy..." He blinked like it was the most normal thing, "What are you doing here?"

"What am I doing here?" I scoffed.

How could he even ask that? If anything, it was him who was in the wrong place. "I'm here because you had a goddamn heart attack, Dad!" I gritted my teeth.

He sighed and turned to the nurse nonchalantly, "Are you done?"

"Almost, Mr.Xander," she replied and left the room after one more injection.

I glanced at Mom, who had fixed her worried glare on Dad for a while until she turned to look at the floor. She was lost in thought, just like I had been in the morning.

Danny caressed my back. "You should calm down," he whispered.

I looked up to scowl at him. He wants me to calm down? After my dad's in a damn hospital after a heart attack?

Leonardo Xander shows weakness in front of no one. Maybe Mom, but otherwise he was too ignorant in his 'strength'. Even I had believed that my father had a heart and body made of steel—that he was immortal.

But no.

The man I looked up to and loved all my life, the strongest man in the world, could die too.

If not today, then some other day.

"Don't cry, Cupcake," Dad's warm voice made me look at him. I couldn't help but crumble by the side of his bed as he wrapped an arm around me and pulled me toward his chest.

"I told you not to smoke so much..." I whined.

"That has nothing to do with this," he sighed.

"It has everything to do with this, Mr.Xander," Danny replied. He was leaning on the wall, with his glare fixed on Dad who returned it.