Being a Colton.

034.

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THE PRESENT.

FREDERICK's POV.
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It wasn't hard to find who was behind selling my wife's pictures to the media. Emily. It was Emily, Irene's sister that decided to be stupid enough to do such a thing. It was just infuriating to think that she took 30,000 dollars for her sister's face. I was angry.

Emily was arrested as soon as we had enough evidence against her. It was a breach of privacy and I couldn't believe she thought she could get away with it. Tana made sure everything was down. This year was a shit show for Coltons and the media. Emily was adding to it.

It had been about a month since that interview happened and the day finally arrived when Fabian was coming home with me. It felt surreal holding him for the first time. He was the finest little thing and I was scared to breathe wrong so as not to hurt him.

Irene was still not waking up, I was scared about how things were going. It had been almost three and a half months now and she was still in the coma. I talked to different coma specialists but they were not giving me the response I wanted. Nobody would assure me that she would wake up.

The doctor affirmed that she was doing better but they were not sure when she would wake up. I was scared that she would be like this forever.

The doctor directed the nurse to hand me the baby and go over all the instructions to help me with the entire process with my son. I was in tears when I held him for the first time, it was the most beautiful thing.

"He is still fragile so you cannot move around much, from the hospital, home. The doctor will continue checks up to make sure nothing is wrong."

Fabian was the most beautiful and innocent creature I had ever seen. He had my eyes and looked so much like me when I was younger. He had Irene's skin tone and naturally colly hair.

I was so overwhelmed by joy that I cried, tears fell from my eyes and for the first time in a while, this was the best thing that had happened to me. My light for in the darkest of times.

I sought out nanny services but I basically was too terrified to leave my son alone with anyone. I decided getting help on how to take care of my child was better. I watched YouTube videos and started going to baby classes. I went before with Irene but we ended up fighting, more like I picked the fight, she got irritated and we threw jabs at each other.

I shook my head, knowing I had no right to self-pity when the real victim was in a coma. Fabian was not difficult, he was and slept almost throughout the night. It terrified me because I heard that babies were supposed to wake up throughout the night to bed feed but Fabian slept. I kept waking up to make sure nothing happened to him.

The next day I called the instructor to tell her my experience, she laughed and told me that I was lucky. I didn't have a screaming baby which was a good thing.

Fabian barely fussed or cried except when he needed a diaper change food or attention. Apart from physical attributes, I wondered who he looked like, my nanny told me I was a stubborn and fussy child. Maybe Irene but she seemed as hot-headed as me.

Fabian started smiling happily when he was one month old. I had to go back to work, I had to take Fabian with me. The doctor gave me the go-ahead I needed to go back to work.

A suit is worn, I dressed Fabian in cute little ones, and I strapped Fabian on my chest. It was the cutest thing ever. Julius and Denise were waiting for me when I came out of my bedroom.

Denise's mouth opened in shock. I glanced at Fabian to make sure he was not uncomfortable. He appeared fine and was resting his head on my chest. It was the sweetest thing ever.