My belly was still aching, especially where they cut open during surgery.
"Alright, bring the kids over!" All I cared about were my babies. They were the cutest things in the world to .
Mom ca over carrying one of the kids, "I’ve given them a bit of milk. The doctor says you should try breastfeeding them."
"I’ll give it a go now!" I looked at the baby lying next to , it was so adorable and maternal love filled my heart.
"Pass the other one." I want to treat them equally. I had my mom place the other one on my bed. The bed was wide enough for the three of us. It was a single room after all.
The pain kicked in every ti I moved a bit because of the wounds. But I tried my best to breastfeed one of them.
I was not really used to that. Mom was there guiding when suddenly we heard footsteps outside. Then the door was kicked open.
I thought it was Jones, or so doctor or nurse. But to my surprise, it was Damon.
I didn’t think he’d have found that soon unless he saw my mom and dad at the hospital, or Catherine told him.
I doubted that Catherine told him. It was more likely he saw my mom or dad or Jones. That was how he found out I was there and went as quickly as possible.
"Get out!" As soon as I saw Damon. I quickly pulled up the blanket, covering my babies and .
Mom forgot to lock the door just then, which was really dangerous.
Damon looked furious, like he was ready to kill. Mom tried to stop him, but he easily shoved her aside.
I couldn’t move and I just watched as Damon walked up to .
He looked down at and tried to pull the blanket away.
I resisted with all my strength.
"Let go." Damon’s voice was icy cold, his gaze devoid of warmth, as if he was looking at an enemy.
Mom stepped in front of , angrily saying, "Damon, you and Eliana are divorced, and it’s been a long ti. Catherine’s back, right? You two even have Leo now. I heard Silas and Lisa have accepted her too. Why are you still bothering Eliana?"
Mom angrily questioned Damon.
"Can’t you just let Eliana live a good life? She just gave birth, if you want sothing, co to !" Mom was worried that Damon might hurt in his anger.
I worried Damon might have hard my mom, so I said, "Mom, you go first, I have sothing to say to him."
"No, I’m staying with you!" my mom imdiately refused.
"You being here will only make things harder. Just go." I insisted that my mom left. Since Damon had already found , we should have cleared things up.
Damon didn’t say anything else; he just waited for my mom to leave.
After much insistence, my mom finally left the room. It was just , Damon, and the two babies left.
"What do you want?" I asked first as my tone was calm and collected.
"Who’s the father?" Damon asked directly.
"Definitely not you." I smirked, a hint of sarcasm in my voice, "You’ve got Leo now. You shouldn’t be interested in soone else’s kids, right?"
My words seed to provoke Damon and his expression darkened, "Are you saying that you’ve been with other n while we were together?"
Of course, I hadn’t, but I had to say that.
At that ti, all I wanted was to sever all connections between Damon and the babies.
"There was once, as you know. I’ve always been popular. Only I was held back by you." I even managed to laugh, "Besides, I always thought I was infertile. So, I never bothered with contraception."
"You’re lying. I’m taking the kids for a paternity test." Damon coldly replied. He didn’t believe a word I said.
"I’m not letting you take the kids, and I’m not letting you do a paternity test. You’ve already done one with Leo. There’s no need to bother other people’s kids, right?" I emphasized the existence of Catherine and Leo in each sentence.
Because I knew that was the only way to leave Damon speechless.
As expected, Damon’s face turned darker and darker, and he had no reason to argue.
The world is fair.
He and I never really got back together, so why couldn’t I have my own children?
Just as Damon and I stood off, Jones opened the door to the room, carrying a al he made for . His eyes flickered with a cold light when he saw Damon, "What do you want? Don’t disturb her rest."
"Are these kids yours?" Damon didn’t bother with small talk. If I was not letting him take the kids for a paternity test, he was just going to suspect Jones.
I had been finding it hard to say straight out that Jones was the father of my kids.
But Jones seed to play the part quite easily.
"Yes, they’re mine. If you don’t believe , we can get so hair and do a test. See if they’re your kids or mine." Jones’s voice was just cold and his gaze at Damon was full of hostility.
"Really? Then tell , when did you two get together?" Damon’s hand tightened into a fist and veins popped on his hand. I thought he was about to punch Jones. "Do you really need to know this? First, you’re divorced from her. Second, Catherine’s back in your life with Leo. What else can you promise Eliana?" Jones pressed.
"I’ll take good care of Catherine and Leo," Damon replied to Jones’s relentless questioning and his tone grew colder and sharper, "I just need so ti to sort things out."
"No matter how you plan on doing that, Leo’s still your son, isn’t he? You’re not planning on ditching them, are you?" Jones shot back, his questions getting more and more pointed.
Those were all questions I had in mind, so I didn’t object. I rely pulled the blanket back a bit to let the kids breathe so fresh air, so they wouldn’t feel all stuffy under there.
Looking at those two adorable kids, I silently told them in my heart, "Damon might be your father, but he isn’t fit to be your dad. Don’t ever beco soone like him in the future."
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