Elyana's POV 
Felicity stayed with me that night. My parents went home and would return early in the morning to replace him. All through the night, he was not talking. He was busy working on his laptop while sitting on the chair, not that far from the bed where he lay down.  
It was too obvious how awkward it was for us both to be around each other. I wanted to start a conversation by asking how his work was, but I couldn't. When I needed to use the restroom, I slowly went down the bed, and in a snap, he was already next to me, helping me to stand.  
He didn't say anything. He grabbed my arm and he put it on his shoulder. One of his arms was on my waist while the other was pushing the pole with wheels where my dextrose was attached. When we had dinner, he was assisting me, putting food on my plate and making sure I ate enough until I was already the one stopping him because I was too full. 
We were like that during my four-day stay in the hospital. Aqui was not allowed to leave the hospital during that time because he needed to be incubated for a couple of weeks more, but my parents didn't want their first grandchild to be there alone.  
As for my wish, I convinced Dr. Chelsea to allow my son to be discharged, but before we did that, we prepared everything at the mansion beforehand, buying all the apparatus he might need and I hired a private nurse for him. Aside from the nurse, we also had Doctor Chelsea come by and check Aqui's condition every day.  
Eight months of rest and no heavy work were her advice to me. I didn't even do any heavy work at home so that was for a certain. Mom and Dad told me that I shouldn't carry Aqui because the stitches in my stomach might open. Only the moments I needed to feed him were those chances I could hold him in my arms. 
I sat and breastfed him. The first time was too uncomfortable. I twitched whenever his small lips touched my n*pple. There was pain during the first time he sipped, but as days went by, those eventually disappeared.  
I felt a deep connection with my son every time I breastfed him. Every day was a memorable event for me.  
My parents seemed to have no intention of returning to Turkey because they wanted to be the ones taking care of their grandson. Aside from them, they asked Felicity to stay at the mansion. 
The awkwardness between us lasted for a couple of days. He seemed ashamed to talk to me, because of what he did, but he didn't know how thankful my parents were for what he did for them to have an adorable grandson.  
My parents felt that, and one day, I saw them pampering Felicity like he was their child and I was a stranger. There were times I saw my dad talking to him. They appeared to be talking about some serious matter based on their expressions and when they saw me around, they would stop and their expression would change. 
Little by little, conversations were starting between us, but there were times when his actions seemed to be off. Sometimes I would catch him staring at me intently. I tried to ignore those, but sometimes it was getting annoying.  
One night, I was breastfeeding Aqui because he was crying in the middle of the night. Felicity woke up and he rushed to the nursery to check on our child. I was already there before he came because my room was just next to the nursery. The nurse was trying to hush the baby when I entered, but he wouldn't stop. She thought maybe he was hungry and I tried to feed him. 
I sat on the reclining chair and the nurse handed Aqui to me. Surprisingly, he stopped crying the moment I laid his head next to my heart. I tried feeding him and he took a few sips before going back to sleep. 
I caught Felicity strangely looking at me while I was feeding Aqui.  
"Why?" I asked because I found it weird and he was giving me uncomfortable feelings.  
"N-nothing," he answered, stammering. To my surprise, he smiled for almost a week. I didn't see him smile. 
He looked away after that, but he went back to watch me and Aqui after some time. I tried to ignore it, but it was hard to avoid the emotions I was seeing in his eyes. There was extreme amusement in those. 
Since that night, Felicity has become gentler to me. He often smiles when he sees me. Our days became lighter because of that. We went back to talking, even though most of our topics were all about our son.  
Felicity was the one talking to me at Chelsea's clinic during my checkups and on the day Aqui was finally allowed to stay outside his incubator, we had a party at home. I donated all the apparatus I bought in a public hospital the next day because I knew it was more needed in that place. The private nurse's job was also over. I gave her a generous bonus for taking good care of my son.  
There was nothing else I could wish for. I was finally a mother; I made my parents happy and the joy my baby brought into our lives was something I couldn't put into words.  
Every time I saw my parents enjoy being grandparents, it made me think that I had done the right thing. I had no regrets and I could finally say that my life was complete, but there was one question at the back of my mind—about Felicity. 
I wanted to know what plans he had. He was staying with us to help us with the baby. He also looked after me because I still needed to heal, but what was next? Whenever I could sleep, I got trapped with so many questions about him. We couldn't just stay like that forever.