My husband, Doctor Adrian

My son

NATHAN'S POV

I walked through the hospital hallway. Next to me, Lula was holding a sleeping Alden. One hand carries a medium-sized bag containing baby gear. My other hand gently touched Lula's spine, guiding her to the hospital exit.

When we arrived at the main exit of the hospital, even when the glass door had not opened.. We saw. Dozens of people gathered in front of the main door. They brought their cameras and cell phones to record pictures and sounds. At that moment, I realized that I had made a mistake.

"Nathan Dawson!" Shouts they call my name.

I turned to face Lula and Alden, hugging them, blocking them from the dozens of news-seekers who were busy taking our pictures.

I clenched my jaw, restraining my emotions.

Shit, Joe. I cursed the name of my trust assistant. I regret sending him to replace me at an important meeting. Now I alone have to endure the consequences. I look around. Two hospital securities are trying to stem an increasingly violent army of photographers.

I looked at Lula's face under my face, then at Alden who was very calm in his arms. I have to protect them.

"We're looking for another way" I said slowly.

I gently pushed Lula's back so that she would follow my steps.

"Are you ashamed to have children outside of marriage??" Shouted one of the reporters.

Blood boils. But I tried to calm down. I tried not to react even a little and went back to my steps. But Lula was silent. He did not follow the guidance of my hands on his back.

Lula turned towards the main door of the hospital. He stared at the dozens of reporters who were showering him with blitz lights. Between them and us there was only one glass door that could open and close automatically.

"Hawkins.." I pulled the elbow slowly. "This is what they want. They purposely say that so we want to be provoked." I said slowly. Having both parents who are public figures has taught me many things.

I was a little surprised to see the look on Lula's face. I think he'll look emotional. Butno. He looks calm. He even smiled at me. "I just can't let anyone think that I'm ashamed to have Alden" she said calmly. The corners of his lips were pulled down, as if unable to hide his sadness.

His words seemed to wake me up.

I won't let anyone think that either.

Lula and I walked to the main door of the hospital. Somehow we were able to do something beyond reason like this.

For Alden.

Hospital automatic doors made of open glass. We stepped out and the blitz lights lit up our eyes.

I cleared my throat, trying to string the words in my head. "There are a few things I need to explain" I said. I looked at Lula who was standing next to me, Alden in his arms. He looked awkward in the crowd. I hugged her arm with one free hand, protecting her.

"I am not ashamed.I have given birth to a son into this world." Lula's loud voice shocked all of them, even surprising me. I looked at him, his face covered in long eyelashes. She is so beautiful and strong. It surprises me more and more day by day.

"Alden is the most beautiful gift that can be given to me." continued Lula. I tightened my arms from beside her body, trying to strengthen her. I understand his feelings. I was touched by Alden's presence.

"Alden, is that the name you gave your first son?" ask a reporter.

Lula nodded then looked towards Alden.

"What are your hopes for your little son?" ask another.

Lula looked at me, I hinted at her to answer. Because to be honest, the answer to that question was completely unthinkable.

"I hope.. He will be a smart, strong, and always surrounded by people who love him. That's it.." said Lula.

"Nathan, do you have a message for your little son?" ask a reporter.

I smiled nervously at the words of the reporter.

My little-son.

My son's.

A moment later, I was trying to put the word together. "I just want him to know that.. I will always be by his side. I will always protect her, and her mother. I will always try to be a good father to him. Whatever happens in the future." I was caught hearing my words just now. Of course, in everyone's eyes those were heartwarming words. I am Alden's real father in the eyes of the world at this moment, this second. But for me and Lula, those are double-meaning words. I know and know my position. I'm not Alden's real father, but I love him so much.

Dozens of eyes looked at me in amazement. I also felt Lula staring at me. Though, I don't think that what I just said is something that needs to be exaggerated. That's my honest feeling right now.

I nodded towards Lula, hinting that we should leave here immediately. Lula understood and slightly tilted her body towards the back.

"Thank you, everybody. We wish you all the best for our little family." I said. I stared at Lula, afraid that she would disagree with my choice of words. But he looks ordinary, not disturbed in the least. We turned our bodies around and walked slowly, towards my apartment which I knew would be the safest place for Lula and Alden.

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