Best Defense

It suck's again.

...Sean Danial Warner POV's....

I walked with my mother-in-law, Edward, and mother Franda to the nursery, and there we saw my son for the first time. From the glass wall I could see she was very tiny and beautiful. His skin was pure white, his face was exactly like mine.

I felt happiness overflowing in my heart, spreading to every cell in my body. Despite her age not being enough to be born, she looks amazing. I am proud and excited at once. It's the second time I've seen my son's face, but the feeling of happiness I feel is greater than ever. It's not that I wasn't happy to welcome my son with Ashley just now, it's just that it's different.

"Liliana Warner." I muttered involuntarily.

"So, are we gonna call her Lily?" I heard Edward's voice ask me, I nodded. "What a beautiful name, I hope she grows up to be a strong girl like your mother. You took it from your mother's name, didn't you?" He asked again.

"Yes, I hope so. She will definitely be an amazing girl, like her mommy and granny." I smiled proudly.

"She's cute." My mother-in-law spoke, I turned my head and could see the puddles of tears filling her eyes. Then he spoke again. "Look, Bianka... Don't you want to hold your granddaughter?"

Franda's biological mother was silent, her trembling hands clinging to the glass wall. She seemed so emotional and I was sure deep in her heart she also wanted to kiss her granddaughter. Despite her mistakes, she is still a mother who will always love her child, and always will be.

I have no right to judge his actions because it is none of my business, only I do not understand why he had to leave Franda that way. But it's all over and Franda has heard it all too, all we have to do now is how to deal with Franda when she wakes up.

I have no idea of his reaction at all. Part of me was convinced that there was a chance that Franda would be happy with the fact that her birth mother was alive, but there was also a fear that I felt considering she ended up in the hospital upon hearing our talk.

But beyond all that, I should be grateful that there is happiness in our midst, that is Lily, our beautiful daughter, whom I am looking at with a happy feeling right now.

"Can I see him later?" Suddenly Franda's birth mother asked in a trembling voice, trying to sound calm but she was unsuccessful.

My mother-in-law turned her eyes towards him. "Bianka, she's your daughter. You don't need anyone's permission to see him."

"But you've been guarding her all this time, Marissa. I don't want to snatch..."

"Stop your bullshit!" my mother-in-law cut her words. "You can meet him, but of course after Panda wants and is ready to meet you." Franda's biological mother nodded weakly.

There was no sound between us anymore. We just stood there for over fifteen minutes with our eyes going in the same direction. Maybe our feelings are the same now, happy, confused, anxious, and scared. Then we went back to the front of Franda's treatment room.

Just as we arrived at the corridor of the treatment room, a nurse came out from inside carrying a stainless tray containing some hospital equipment. "Your wife is conscious, sir" he said, smiling at me.

I nodded quickly, happy to hear her words. I rushed in with my mother-in-law and Edward. I saw him lying weakly on the bed, his face facing a doctor who was talking to him. He glanced at us at a glance, then I heard his voice hitting me.

"Dok, please don't let anyone in here other than the nurse and my son. I don't want to meet anyone. Can you do that?" his tone was firm and sharp, yet trembling.

I looked at Franda who threw her face away from me, inwardly begging her to look at me for a moment. But he won't.

"I'm sorry, I think he still needs some time alone" the doctor muttered. Then he led us out of the room and closed the door behind him. "Don't worry, sir. He was fine, just a little shocked by what happened to him." He spoke again, patting my arm.

I nodded in despair. There's nothing I can do but follow Franda's will, at least for now. I honestly want to be angry but I don't know who to vent all those feelings to. Does Franda deserve to prevent me from meeting her? I guess, yeah. And do I deserve to reject that? I guess so, yeah.

I was still confused in my mind when I suddenly heard Mia's voice. I flinched and immediately turned my head in search of his form, then I saw him walking hastily, half his face covered by a scarf and the other half covered by sunglasses and a tosca-colored hat bucket. He was disguising himself so as not to be recognized by people.

Behind him looked Samantha, her look was anxious. I just remembered that I should have welcomed Sam this afternoon and surprised Franda with his arrival, but it's all for nothing now. Franda was angry first.

"Mom." Mia and her mother hugged each other, both looking like they were trying to strengthen each other.

I let them and turned to look at Sam, he took a few steps forward to hug me. "She'll be fine" he said softly to me as he rubbed my back.

"I hope so." I reply. "I'm sorry you had to watch this, Sam. It happened so fast."

"Oh, come on. You're no one else to me." Sam looked at me with sad eyes. I know he cares a lot about Franda, and I really appreciate that.

I introduced Sam to the others while Mia stepped near the door of Franda's nursery. "Is he okay?" ask her while looking inside through the glass attached to the door leaf.

"Yes, he's fine." said Edward, standing next to his sister, staring inside.

"Sam," called me, he turned his head. "Do you think his soul will be re-shaken after the consequences of this problem?" just be careful, a little scared if Sam's answer doesn't match what I expected.

Sam took a deep, heavy breath, his shoulders descending as he exhaled. For a moment he just fell silent, trying to compose the right sentence to say. "Well," his voice hesitated. "I can't say for sure. I need to speak directly to see how he reacts, I mean, based on his mental state the last time I met him, he should have been able to handle this," Sam took another breath, and he took another breath, I realized he was worried about something.

"But he can't be guessed, Sean. Your wife is not like my other patients. The incident that triggered her trauma was too hard to hit her mentally, and what made it even harder to forget was that she experienced it as a child."

"Oh my God, is it that bad?" Franda's biological mother suddenly opened her mouth from the side of the seat across from us. Guilt and despair were very clearly heard in his tone.

Sam nodded weakly. "I'm sorry, but that's the truth." Sam replied politely.

She cried while shaking her head in disbelief, then my mother-in-law took a seat next to her. My mother-in-law gently hugged the woman, muttering something I could hear in her ear.

"Yes, God, I'm sorry, Franda."