A SECOND DAD

Even though you're not my dad,
I know that you'll be there.
With the little things you do,
you let me know you care.

You're always there to help,
whatever the need may be.
You've given of yourself...
And so unselfishly.

Now you're becoming the dad
I've never known
I am drawn to you more everyday
For the kindness you have shown.

I just want to thank you
and let you know I care
A second dad as great as you
is somthing very rare.

ISABELLA'S  POV

Just then a strong hand gripped my arm making me stop at my place. I tried to move in the direction of Eric but my feet were stuck to floor.

"Eric...baby..I'm here. Don't go with him." I yelled on top of my lungs.

I felt the grip on my arm loosen a little and it dragged me inside the waiting room.
"Leave my arm. I -I need t-to go to my baby. He's going with satan" I cried.

"Shut -Up. He's not going anywhere." A masculine voice scolded me.

I turned around to look at the man who dragged me inside the waiting room and found two very familier blue orbs staring at me. I shook my head and looked at him again. Yes! He was here in front of me.

"Alex...Er..E" He cut me off.

"Why didn't you tell me ?" He roared gripping my arm tigher.

"I..I" His grip around my arm tighened more and I yelped in pain.

"Leave my hand you bastard. I have to go" I tried to remove his hand from my arm but he was stronger.

"Bastard I see" His lips curved upward into a small smile.

I looked at him again. He looked like he came in hurry. His hair was messed up and he was wearing a simple t-shirt and denim paired with white sneakers. He said somthing to me but I couldn't hear anymore. I was staring at him, reading his facial features. I felt like I knew those blue orbs. For a moment it felt like all my worries went away to touch Mariana Trench.

He shook my shoulder to bring me back to reality.

"Damn you ! Where is my son ?" He whispered yelled at me.

"Your son ?" I asked.

"He is my son." I whispered.

"Damnit ! Will you tell me now ? You couldn't even take care of a little boy ? Where the hell were you ?Searching for someone to entertain you ? I was right..You are a bloody bitch who cannot even take care of her son." He roared.

I can't take his words anymore. So he was here to make fun of our lives. I thought he was concerned about Eric but I was wrong. All he is concerned about is his bloody thinking.

"You know what I pity that little boy to have a bitch mother like you, who opened her legs for someone she doesn't even knew. If women like you  are not prepared to take the responsiblity of a child then why do you give birth ? You know what you are just a spoilt child of your rich father." He spilled out all the bitter words he could and with that my palms agitated and I slapped him hard leaving his cheek bruised.

He looked at me with wide eyes pressing his cheek with his palm. My eyes which were shedding tears minutes ago were now fuming with anger.

"What the..." He said with annoyance blazing in his eyes.

"Next time watch you tongue before speaking anything insulting about me. You have no right to judge me when you don't even know a single bit of me." I spoke each word clear.

"And yes ! Stay away from my son. I am enough for him. I'll send you the divorce papers soon." I turned around and walked out.

How could someone be so judgemental ? He thinks I slept with someone I don't even know. He said I can't take responsiblity of my child. Well ! He deserved this slap. How could he think so low of me ? Why the hell he married me if he thinks I am a bloody bitch ? Whatever be the reason now I don't need any answers from him. All I want is to get separated.

"Bella" I heard Aoran's voice behind me.

"Aoran...did you bring the medicines ?"

"Yeah..I just handed them to a surgeon." He made me sit on the chair.

"Did he say somthing ?" I asked with hopes in my eyes.

"He said the whole team is giving their best. But.."

"But what Aoran ? Tell me." He was scaring me.
"But Eric is not responding." He looked at the floor not being able to look in my eyes.

The nurse came outside the OT and smiled at us. Aoran stood up to ask her about Eric.
"How's the little guy ?" Aoran asked with hopes.

"We're done with the fractures and injuries on the face. He has few stitches on his forehead. Now the surgeons are working on the internal organs."

"Does it mean he'll be fine soon ?" I asked her.

"Hopefully yes if.."

"If ?" I asked her with tears in my eyes.

"If he responds to the initials medications after the operations" She smiled and went away.

My soul was already shattered. I wanted nothing but my Eric to be fine. Nothing could be more tragic for a mother to see her child at this state. My baby was so cheerful and full of life. Everytime I looked at him, I found new hopes to live. He was my last love in this world. I wish his real dad were here to see his son. How would he have felt ? My Eric always needed his papa to be with his and now  when I gave him a papa, that papa turned out to be son of satan.

"God please forgive my son's life..He is such a beautiful soul."

"Bella..Nothing will happen to him. Don't worry." Aoran hugged me and rubbed my back.

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It's been two days since the accident. Eric has been shifted to ICU. Earlier ICU was just a three letter word for me but today it has scared me to the core. Two days have been passed and my baby still didn't wake up. He never slept this much. He was always an early morning buddy but now it felt like he didn't want to wake up. Doctor's didn't even allow me to go near him. I was alloted a glass chamber near his room from where I could see my baby sleeping in deep sleep.

Doctors say that they can't say anything untill he opens his eyes. They say they don't want to give us false hopes.

Everytime I look at his swollen face my heart bleeds. He was suppied three units of blood and a continous supply of saline in two days span. His forehead is covered with big white bandage. I miss his angelic voice. I know he is angry with me but its not a way to behave with his mama.

I want to go near him. I want to hug him but these glass walls become a barrier between us. He was always so afraid of injections and today both of his little hands are pierced with needles. Neither he cries nor he says a single word which breaks my heart.

If only I could rotate the clock back. I could have saved my baby. My life depends on him. But I don't know why God wants to take all those people away who are dear to me.

"Isabella" I felt someone wipe my tears.

I looked up to look at the son of satan. Why was he here ?

"I told you I'll s..."
"Shuh.." He placed his finger on my lips shushing me up.

"I'm here to take you home." He said. He looked soft and calm today.

"I'm not going anywhere. Can't you see my baby is not waking up" Stream of tears ran down my cheeks.

He pulled me into a gentle hug and rubbed my back. I didn't know he could be this soft. I broke and hug and saw apology in his eyes.

"C'mon let's go home. You haven't eaten anything since then. We'll come to our baby soon" He said and held my hand and walked out.

ALEX'S  POV

How dare she slap me ? She was being such a pain in ass from past few days calling me everytime and bothering me unnecessarily. And when she should have called me she didn't.  My little guy met with an accident. The mere word accident gives me goosebumps.

Everytime I think if accident, it reminds me of bloodshed, loud cries, and vengence. My innerself gives up and I try to run away. I still have clear image of my dad lying in a pool of blood and my mom's loud cries.

No ! I shouldn't think of it.

I should meet the doctor first. I need to see Eric. Nothing can happen to him. Even though he is not my own son but I feel so protective toward him. He is a very sweet child raised with good values.

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I met Dr. Clinton, who was incharge for Eric's treatment. He said that his chances of survival are very less as he's still unconscious. I never prayed to God in these ten years. I never believed in God in these ten years but today I prayed, I begged for my son's life. The day he called me papa, I had a feeling of responsiblity inside me.

It was my mistake. I was the one at fault. If I would have been there for him, he would be fine. It was because of my cowardness. I was always a stone hearted person but today why do I feel my heart paining ? Why do I feel like someone dear is being taken away ?

My cell rang. I checked the caller ID. It was Mr. Reynolds.

"Hello"
"Alex..Any news related to Eric ?" He asked.
"No..nothing till now" I said sadly.
"And..where is Isabella ?" He asked in concern.

"She's near Eric." I said calmly.

"Take her home Alex. My Isabella has seen so many ups and downs in her life at a young age. Take care of her son" He said.

"I will" I smiled and hung up the call.

I walked to ICU and my eyes landed on Isabella inside the glassy chamber staring at her son. She looked so pale and lifeless. Her eyes were red and swollen. Her hands always joined together in prayers. I never thought of her like this. She was not eating anything and if she kept doing this to herself she would end up in a strecher bed next to Eric.

I went to her and convinced her to take her home. I didn't want to leave Eric in this state so I called Robin to come and stay with Eric. While I drove us to home, Isabella was quiet not saying anything. She looked so grieving her fate.

I could feel her pain. She had big dark circles beneath her eyes. I remember I promised Mr. Reynolds that I'll take care of her always.

"We're home" I said opening the passenger door for her. She looked up at me with cold eyes and nodded.

We reached our apartment and I made her sit on the couch. I went to her room and opened her wardrobe. I picked up the very first baby pink gown and towel. I went out to the living room and found her sobbing hard, gasping for oxygen. I wanted to comfort her but I didn't know the comforting words. So I went to her and gave her towel and her dress.

"Take a bath and then we'll go back to Eric"

She got up and headed toward the bathroom and I went to kitchen to cook somthing for her. She needed to cheer up. Nothing was going to happen to her baby. He's a strong boy.

I made a cheesy pasta and poured litchi juice in a glass. She was loosing her apetite. She needed to eat somthing. If not as a husband I need to help her as a human.

She came outside after fifteen minutes and rushed to her room. I went behind her but stopped at mid way. I have no right to ask anything to her. She came to the living room in another ten minutes after drying her hair. I looked at her for the first time. She looked beautiful even though she had big dark circles beneath her green eyes. I averted my gaze from her and she sat on the couch checking the time on her wrist watch.

"Here have this" I placed the plate of pasta in front of her.

"I don't feel hungry"

"Please..just a little" I said with straight face. I didn't want to sound too caring. No ! I was not caring okay.

Okay !

"I said I don't want to.." She said and stopped mid way and looked away.

"Okay then have the juice" I gabe her the glass.

She looked at me with confused eyes.

"What do you want ?" She asked shaking her head.
"Don't waste your time and plese have somthing. We have to leave" I said looking at my watch.

She quietly picked up the plate of pasta and ate in silence. I checked my phone and there were three missed calls from Robin. Damn ! This man is so irritating. Can't he wait few minutes more. I know he has to go on a date with his new girlfriend but there need to be someone with Eric too.

"Did you eat something ?" She asked suddenly.
"Um..what ?"
"Did you eat something ? She repeated.

"I'll have the juice" I said walking to the kitchen counter and poured the juice in a glass.

"Did you make only one plate ?" She asked and I nodded.

She frowned and came to me. She looked beautiful when she frowned. Her brown hair was falling freely till her mid waist.
"I can share it with you" She said and picked up a fork for me.

I hesitated at first and then she gestured me to eat. I took the fork and ate a little. She handed me the plate and asked me to finish the rest. I cleaned the dish and glasses and she sat there with tears in her eyes.

My cell rang and I picked up the call.

"Damn you Robin ! Can't you wait for another fifteen minutes?" I yelled on the phone.

"W-H-A-T ?"

"We're coming"

With heavy heart I walked upto Isabella. I saw fear in her eyes. She kept staring me making me feel more heavy inside. How to give her the saddest news ?

"Is my baby fine ? What happened tell me.

"Is he okay ?" She shook my arms.

I shook my head and a tear fell down my cheek. She looked at my face and collapsed on floor. I picked her up and helped her walk to the elevator. I drove us to the hospital in jet speed. She didn't utter a single word nor she shed a single tear. She was dead inside.

********TO BE CONTINUED*******

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