Elyana's POV 
My day went fast, but the night seemed so long. Felicity didn't come home just like he said, but without Bakla around, the house was like a different place. 
It seemed I was searching for his presence and Aqui, who got used to spending the night with him, kept on waking up from time to time, crying. He might be searching for him too and even though Dad was the one hugging him to sleep already, he still wasn't satisfied. 
Around eleven that night, we all woke up when Aqui cried so loud. My parents were the ones who slept in the nursery and I'd pumped enough milk for him to drink the whole night. I wasn't supposed to go to the nursery to check on him because I knew my parents did know what to do, but his cries were bothersome. 
I rushed over to see why he was crying. My parents were attempting to put him back to sleep. Dad was the one carrying him and rocking him gently in his arms. Mom was the one singing him a song, yet my son didn't want to hush. 
I want to take him and try it myself. "Can I?" I asked them both when I got closer. 
They exchanged glances before Mom answered, "Sit first. You're not allowed to carry him like this." 
I went to the comfortable rocking chair where I breastfed him in the morning and Dad handed Aqui to me. "I don't think he's hungry. He just finished his bottle a while ago," Dad told me. 
"You can still try to breastfeed him. He will not sip if he is not hungry," Mom intervened. 
"Your mom may be right. Mother knows best after all," Dad said. 
I tried feeding him as Mom instructed, but when he reached for my n*pple, Aqui refused to drink. He was playing with it with his tongue. That caused him to stop crying and even open his eyes wider to look at me. 
"Is he drinking?" Dad asked with amusement. 
"He seems so," Mom was the one who replied, but when I told them Aqui was just playing with my n*pple, Dad giggled. 
"The saying is not always right then. Sometimes fathers know best," he teased. 
"That sometimes is only a few times. So don't celebrate there," my mom responded with her eyebrow raised. 
"At least there are moments," Dad insisted and he gave Mom a grin. 
"Whatever!" My short-tempered mother cut him off. 
I smiled while watching them both. It was not often that they would act childishly in front of me like that. They both made me wonder if I could still have a chance to experience the same. To have someone I could grow old with, sharing all burdens and, if given a chance, enjoying the same moment while taking good care of our grandchildren. 
But I don't think I could still have that. Maybe the part where I could be taking care of my son's children would become possible, but the others—no chance. 
Aqui calmed down while he was in my arms. He fell asleep after a few minutes and Mom took him to put him back in his crib. I decided to go back to my room and get more sleep. 
Around 3 a.m., I heard Aqui cry again. His cry sounded more like he was in pain. I had no choice but to go back to the nursery again but my sudden movement gave me a stabbing pain right inside the core of my stomach. 
It was too much to make me scream for help, but my son was crying too and I doubted my parents would hear me. 
"Oh God!" I squealed. 
I tried to reach for the bottle of painkiller on the bedside table, but it was out of my reach. 
"E-Ellie?" I heard someone calling my name. It sounded like Felicity's but he was not at home at that time so I thought I was only hearing things. 
I crawled on my bed to reach the bedside table; however, the moment I took a bigger movement, I felt the pain worsening. By that time, it made me feel dizzy; my surroundings seemed to be spinning before me. 
I closed my eyes so I would be able to see my surroundings spinning. I pushed my body harder to roll on the other side of the bed with my teary eyes closed. 
I moved until I reached the edge of the table, where there was a tray of water pitchers, glass, and all my medicines. I took another move forward to finally reach the cold silver tray, touching everything with one hand to feel while the other hand was pressing the part of my stomach that was aching. 
The bottle of painkiller was sitting next to the tray, as I remembered. My only problem at that time was that I didn't know if it was on the left or right side anymore. I chose to move my hand to the left. The back of my hand touched the glass and with force, it fell to the floor. 
I heard it fall and crack, and the parts shattered. 
"Ellie?" I heard someone calling my name again. At this moment, it was louder. "What are you doing?" 
"No, he's in Cebu," I uttered because it sounded like Felicity's shrill voice. I didn't know if I was already hallucinating or something. I wanted to open my eyes to check if there was somebody inside my room, but I was too dizzy with the pain I was feeling. 
I was maybe too used to Felicity always coming to my rescue whenever I needed help, but he couldn't be at the mansion that time because he flew to Cebu to meet an important client. He wouldn't bother going back late at night just to be home right away. He was not even a family man to do such, even though I wanted him to be around. 
I tried to ignore the voices. I didn't want to think I was getting insane because of the severe pain I was battling, but when I felt somebody lifting me out of bed, that was the time I already panicked.