He opened the door and stepped through it, softly closing the door behind him before quickly walking down the hall and away from me, leaving me and his daughter behind as he chased a love that he had only known for a couple of months but was willing...
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Chapter 7 - Ellipsism
A sadness that you'll never be able to know how history will turn out
"How does it feel to finally be out of that place?" Hana asked excitedly as we both carried the necessities that my baby would need over the next couple of weeks. To say that she was just over a month premature, she had been doing brilliantly.
Namjoon has been visiting her frequently but didn't speak a word to me, seeming to avoid all sort of conversation in case it progressed into an argument.
"It's relieving, hospitals make me anxious. I'm just a bit nervous for our first night out of the place." I confessed with a short huff as we arrived at Hana's car that she had statistically parked closer to the exit so that we wouldn't have far to walk.
Cautiously, I placed the car seat into the car and made sure that it was securely strapped into the car, tugging on the seatbelt to ensure that no matter what, the baby would be safe.
"Don't be nervous, you have me with you after-all, so we can take turns if she suddenly decides to be one of those fussy babies that cry all night. She hasn't been whilst in the hospital though, as long as she gets fed whenever she needed to be." Hana spoke fondly as she got herself into the car and waited for me to do the same before starting the car, reversing carefully and cautiously due to the fact that I was panicking.
The thought of anything happening on the road to home made me want to cry but I soon calmed, knowing that we were in the safe hands of Hana who would do anything she could to keep us safe.
I could rely on her like that.
"It's still early days I know but have you thought of any names for the princess yet? I realised that we haven't really talked about it but I didn't want to press for suggestions because, well, it doesn't have anything to do with me really." Hana giggled, keeping her eyes on the road as she drove onto a roundabout, cursing to herself when she missed the exit she needed to take.
"Dawon, Kim Dawon." I immediately answered, surprising myself with how sure I had sounded.
It was only fair that she would take Namjoon's name, him being her father and all but I had thought of the name myself whilst rocking her to sleep one night, the name seeming to creep up on me out of nowhere.
"It's beautiful, suits her perfectly! Now that I know that i'm going to get personalised bottles, clothes, bed covers and pacifiers!" Hana squealed quietly as to not wake Dawon, who had fallen asleep whilst softly suckling on her pacifier which looked far too big for her small face to be holding. "Maybe that's a bit much but I don't care, I want to give her everything!"
I shook my head and giggled at how excited she was to buy things for Dawon, never taking my eyes off of her for a second. Everything felt like a danger, something that could hurt her and I would have been damned if I let anything happen under my watch.
It took only 10 minutes to get back to the apartment which was a surprise as Hana had been driving incredibly slow. Everything felt like it was moving too fast, quicker than it should have been.
Carrying Dawon up the stairs and into the apartment was harder than it should have been but it was my own fault, panicking that I would drop her if I walked to fast or didn't hold onto her tightly enough. 'It will get easier in time' was what I told myself as we finally entered the apartment, a concerned-looking Hana closely following behind with all of the bags that had been in the car.
She had become a master at carrying multiple bags instead of having to take multiple trips to the car.
Whilst in the hospital, Hana had taken it upon herself to set up the crib, and other things that Dawon would need, up in my room.
To say I was grateful was an understatement.
There was so much that Hana had done for me that many others would never and I wouldn't ever be able to repay her or thank her enough.
Softly, I placed the car seat down in the living room and sat on the couch in front of it, watching Dawon as she soundly slept, not making a single noise like the little angel she was.
It was very rare that she ever cried, unless she was hungry or needed changing.
"So, when's the next time you're going to be seeing Namjoon?" Hana asked curiously as she plonked herself down next to me on the couch, watching for my reaction to her question.
I simply shrugged, honestly not knowing myself. I hadn't even told him that I was getting discharged, not feeling like it had anything to do with him. the He didn't have my number and I didn't have his anymore either so there wasn't any way we could contact each other even if we wanted to.
"You're unbelievable Minnie! I have his number anyway, he gave it to me yesterday as he was leaving so you can arrange a meet up soon. No matter whatever is going on between the two of you, Namjoon deserves to be with Dawon. You owe here that much. Come on, you know how I feel about kids getting brought up without their dads, it sucks." Hana whined, bringing out her phone and handing it to me with Namjoon's contact already up. I didn't want to but I knew that I had to.
"Fine, I'll text him the day I want to meet and if he doesn't show then that's it, deal?" I huffed as I grabbed her phone, beginning to type out a message whilst watching Hana out of the corner of my eye.
She nodded, seeming to be happy with the compromise.
Hana: Hey Namjoon it's Minerva. If you want to see Dawon then you can come to our apartment tomorrow.
Namjoon: Oh, i'm surprised to hear from you so soon. I don't know if I can make tomorrow, it's really short notice. How about Friday?
Hana: No, doesn't matter. Should've known that you wouldn't be able to fit your own daughter into your schedule. The address is XXX pine avenue, in case you ever have a free slot for her.
Namjoon: Don't be childish Minerva, you know I get busy. I'll try be there tomorrow.
