Married to my Secret Baby Daddy

Aurora's POV

‘Ring. ring. ring.’

I woke up to the loud, insistent buzzing of my phone. My eyes were still clouded with sleep as I reached for it on the bedside table.

“Who could be….”

My eyes snapped open as I saw the recipient on the caller ID, my feet immediately ran cold and my temperature spiked.

“Hello…”

A chill snaked down my spine. It was my son’s nurse. There was only one reason why she would ever call at 2 a.m.

Something was wrong with Nico.

“Hello?” I answered, my voice and hands trembling. It was obvious something terrible had happened. I could only pray it wasn’t as bad as it felt.

“Hello, Miss Daniel?" The nurse's controlled, sympathetic voice grated against my nerves. "I'm sorry to reach out this late, but you asked me to contact you as soon as anything happened." She paused briefly before continuing, her tone tight with concern. "You need to come to the hospital."

I felt my heart drop to my stomach.

“What’s wrong? Is something wrong with Nico?” i could barely get the words out.

The silence on the other end felt like an eternity. My worst fears were confirmed when she didnt reply right awy.

“You know what? I’m on my way.” I stood up from my bed, hanging up the call before heading towards the front door, not even bothered by the fact that I was in my pajamas. I grabbed my car keys, stopping at the door.

“Please...”

I drove to the hospital as fast as my old car could allow. My hands trembling on the cold steering wheel, my vision blurry with tears, and the sickening feeling of bile piling up. It was a miracle I was still sane enough to organize my thoughts and actually drive. pushed through the rotating door at the entrance, only to be stopped in my tracks by the sound of a doctor announcing the time of death for an emergency patient who had just passed in front of me.

“Nicholas Daniels, age five. Time of death: 3.a.m., September 2025”

“No!” I screamed before I could stop myself. But then I looked around, and it hit me—Nico wasn't even there. I was hallucinating.

I was on the verge of tears but I had to hold it together. The elevator ride went on for ions, and every minute was literal torture. The walk to his room was even worse, the corridors seemed to stretch forever, and the dim fluorescent lights casted a bright eerie glow on the walls. Nurses and doctors ran past me, their faces blurring as they passed by.

An organized chaos, leaving me feeling helpless in the midst of it all.

Ward 21, I had finally arrived and as I pushed aside the door to his room, my heart sank.

Different wires were placed on his body and as the robotic machines beeped around him, my heart shattered into a billion pieces. He was too young to go through all this pain.

I walked up to him slowly, afraid, and when I finally got to him, I gingerly took his tiny hands. They were warm and offered me all the comfort I needed.

“Nico...” I whispered, my voice breaking.

I was met with silence and the tears I'd been holding back finally fell.

Placing my head on his chest, I felt the rise and fall of his chest, albeit slowly.I clutched his clothes like they were my oxygen. I couldn't afford to lose him.

I jumped at the sound of the door sliding open, the doctor walked in with the nurse right behind him.