Elyana's POV
After the nurse announced that my son needed blood, I immediately thought of seeing him, fearing that there might be some other problem and that my son needed me to be by his side.
My tears won't stop falling as I beg my parents to let me go to where he was, but they won't let me leave the room. They tried convincing me that it was not a dangerous case and that everything was under control because there were available bags of blood in the hospital, as they had already checked.
But I want to be with my son, whether it is a serious or lame reason to be with him, yet, I didn't win over them. I tried to calm down but it was difficult when my heart was breaking as I thought of my innocent child needing his mother.
My cut was aching at that time, and they used that reason for me to stay in bed and wait for the nurse they called to give me medications. They asked me to rest and stay on the bed. I had no choice but to do what they said and wait for updates and trust all to Doctor Chelsea, who wouldn't let anything bad happen to my baby, Aqui.
Yeah, I named him Aqui, the Qui from Quintin's name, but I added Leroi and turned it into Aqui Leroi Begum. I just hope they won't notice that I borrowed Quintin's name as my appreciation for what he did for me.
When I calmed down, a visitor arrived that I did not expect to show up that day.
Speak of the devil and the devil will appear, they said, although the visitor is not a devil himself.
Quintin came. His hands were full. He was embracing a bouquet and holding a large basket of fruits in his left hand and a bag in his right that seemed to be food because I could smell something delish when he entered.
"I think somebody left this in front of the door," he said while raising his right hand. a bag. "Did Felicity leave those there?" I noticed my parents glance at each other. "Did you hear anyone knock?" my Mom asked Dad.
"I didn't hear anything," Dad answered and he looked at me like he wanted to ask me the same, but just like them, I didn't hear anyone knocking.
I was busy crying the whole time. If anyone knocked, maybe no one heard inside, yet, we all knew Felicity would come that morning to bring us breakfast. He didn't even go inside if those came from Aunt Eugene.
"Now that you're here, young man, can you look after Elyana for some time? We would just go outside to check on our grandson," Mom turned to Quintin, who seemed confused about what was going on that morning.
Quintin only nodded and my worried parents left right away.
I wanted to go with them, but my wound from the cesarean section was aching at that time.
"W-what is going on? Did something happen to the baby?" Quintin pulled me out of my thoughts with these questions.
He put everything he was carrying on the table and approached me.
"Ellie?" He called my name when I didn't answer right away. "Tell me what is happening," he continued, making me look away.
I understand why he was concerned, but we already agreed. He shouldn't get involved with our child, but he was there and throwing questions at me.
I had no choice, but to tell him what was going on and he was in silence as I gave him all the information that I knew. While talking, my phone on the table away from my reach suddenly started ringing.
Quintin grabbed it for me and saw it was my dad calling.
"Your son is doing great now," he announced and my heart nearly jumped in happiness after hearing the good news; however, aside from that update, Dad put me into confusion when he informed me that someone had donated blood for my son.
"What do you mean, Dad? I thought they had supplied," I asked while skeptically looking at Quintin.
"Your doctor said a person with a good heart donated blood for him a while ago," Dad answered, who sounded unconvinced by what Chelsea told him.
While my dad was still in the other line, I was intently looking at Quintin. He happened to be looking straight into my eyes with a frown and patiently waiting for words from me.
The first person I thought of who could donate was none other than him and the fact that he was there at the hospital that day made me conclude that he did something to help my baby.
"Who donated blood, Dad?" I stayed looking at him. I intentionally spoke louder to see his reaction. To my surprise, his frown went deeper and my attention went back to my father when he answered.
"We don't know yet, princess, but I will try to find out. I will call you back when I get information." I heard my mother say something, but it was not clear to my ears. Dad ended the call after that, removing my chance to ask more about the blood donor.
I faced Quintin right after putting the phone down. "Are you the one who donated blood to Aqui?" I asked directly.
"F-frankly, it's not me. I just got there," he answered. He didn't even blink or move and I knew, he was telling the truth.
'But it wasn't him, then who?' This question got me into deep thinking.
I bowed my head and thought of anyone who would do that kind of act. My mind wouldn't believe that the person was just a stranger to us.
"If I heard it right, you were expecting Felicity today." My mind snapped out of my thoughts when Quintin spoke.
I raised my head and caught him looking at the bag of breakfast he placed on the table and I also looked in the same direction.
"Yes, we were, because Aunt Eugene told us yesterday that she would cook me a healthy breakfast and moringa soup that would help me create more milk," I answered, unaware of what he meant when he mentioned Bakla.
"It could be him then," he uttered.
"I didn't see him yet, but that food you got in front of the door, it's possible that it was from them. I just don't know if he intentionally left it in front or if it was just their driver who was embarrassed to go in so he just left it there. "
Those were just my guesses, but I have a hunch that it was Felicity.
"I guess he didn't tell you yet," Quintin said.
"Yeah, he didn't even call or text to tell us about the fo—"
"That's not what I mean," Quintin interrupted. I looked at him this time with confusion all over my face. I frowned to tell him I didn't understand what he was trying to say, but he only added a few words that added to my confusion.
"It's your best friend."
"Yeah, that's what I also conclude. It could be him," I told him, but Quintin looked at me strangely after.