Chapter 143

Maxwell

I woke up to my girlfriend by my bed hours later once the anesthesia for the stitching had come off, and she sat up on her seat the minute I moved my arm slightly.

"Maxwell, are you okay?"

She leaned over me, her side pressing into mine as she tried to assess me, and she jumped back at my wince, "Oh my God, I'm sorry."

"It's fine." I said finally adjusting the best enough for me to sit up, and she came closer again.

"Thank you for everything."

I nodded. "I'll do it again if it's to protect you and my son."

Her eyes jumped to mine at that last statement.

"You..."

I nodded. "I accept it. Even without the DNA, I thought of him as my son already. I just didn't expect that I was actually his father."

I nodded, covering my mouth as some wave of emotions hit me again, and he stretched out his arms for me to hug him.

I did, sniffing, "I thought you didn't want it; with the way you ran out, I thought..."

"No, I just needed some time to think, and that's all. I'm actually glad that he'