Arwen didn’t know how much time had passed, but slowly —little by little —her consciousness began to return. Her eyes fluttered, and her fingers twitched instinctively reaching out for whatever warmth was closest.
"Moon!"
Aiden’s voice cracked. That same desperate plea —raw and trembling —echoed the night he had saved her from the accident.
A sound she could never forget.
He still sounded as anxious as before. As though scared to lose her.
Did she scare him that much?
Maybe she did, again. But she promised to reassure him all over again —to show him that nothing could pull them apart now. Nothing.
"Didn’t you trust my word, husband?" she murmured, finally forcing her eyes open.
And the first thing she saw was him.
Aiden looked haggard. Utterly, devastatingly haggard. His eyes were bloodshot, and his usually sharp features had gotten softened because of exhaustion and fear. In a matter of hours, he looked as if he had aged decades.
Wait ... it has just been hours, right?
The question crossed her mind, and she almost instantly asked, "How much time has passed?"
Aiden’s brows drew together, but he answered without hesitation, "Six hours, forty-eight minutes, and fifty seconds."
Arwen paused at his meticulous calculation. She held herself back from commenting on it, instead giving him a subtle teasing smile, she asked, "It’s just been six hours, and you are looking like this. Just what kind of disaster did you go through, husband?"
Aiden’s lips twitched. "The kind where my wife passes out and stops responding. That kind."
"Ide —"
He didn’t let her finish. He leaned in, burying his face in the crook of her neck, inhaling her in like he needed the proof that she was still there. Still breathing. Still his.
"I was terrified, Moon," he whispered against her skin. "I was very terrified."
She weakly raised her hand, brushing through his hair. "I am sorry," she whispered back. "I didn’t mean to scare you, husband. I was just too exhausted. I didn’t know when my consciousness got subdued, and I fainted."
Aiden knew that. The doctor has explained it to him, but still, that explanation wasn’t enough to calm him down. He wanted to feel her like this to believe that he hadn’t lost her. That she was still there with him.
He exhaled shakily, then pulled back. Letting his fingers gently caress her cheek, he nodded, finally relaxing. "Thank you for not leaving me, Moon. For if you did, I would have crossed heaven and earth to bring you back."
She smiled at his words, but then, shaking her head, she said, "Don’t worry, I won’t let you go through those extreme lengths. I am not going anywhere." Her eyes softened with emotion before she darted them to look around. "By the way, where is our little one?"
Aiden froze. Completely.
While Arwen’s brows only tugged in a frown when she didn’t see the baby there. She turned to glance back at Aiden, her eyes clearly holding doubts. "Husband."
He looked away.
She reached for his hand and tugged him back to make him look at her. "Don’t tell me you —"
"I didn’t look," he blurted.
Arwen blinked. "... you didn’t look?"
"I didn’t want to leave you." He sounded almost defensive. "To take a look at him, I had to leave you, and I couldn’t do that. So, I didn’t look."
Arwen stared at him.
Aiden stared back, unrepentant.
She sighed, half exasperated, half amused. "You absolute child."
"I am not," he tried to protest, only to pause at her sharp glare.
"You ignored our newborn child."
"I was too concerned for you."
"That sounds more like an obsession to me."
"Well —then I am obsessed!"
She laughed helplessly. "Husband ..."
He looked miserable. And stubborn. And so deeply in love that her heart softened all over again. "So, you don’t even know if we have a son or daughter?"
The answer was clear on his face. Before she could say anything more, a knock rattled the door.
Jason pushed and stepped inside, finally taking a sigh of relief. "Oh God, you are finally awake, Arwen. Don’t ask me what disaster we went through all this while when you weren’t."
"Dr. Clark, you were waiting outside?" Arwen asked, a little surprised. If her calculation was right, then it must be already quite late at night.
Jason’s gaze darted to Aiden once before he said, "Not just me. We have all been waiting outside all this time."
"You all?" she asked, flicking her eyes at Aiden once before getting back again to Jason.
Jason nodded, keeping his pressed tight before stepping inside and behind him came everyone.
"Grandpa, Dad, Anna, Lawyer Thorne —you all have been here all this while?"
Everyone’s gaze darted to Aiden as though silently complaining about him. Arwen noticed their gaze as well. She sighed.
"Husband, what did you do this time?" she asked, gently tugging at his arm.
Aiden looked at her and furrowed the brows of his own. "I didn’t do anything."

She looked at him, an urge to pinch his cheeks, making her fingers twitch. "Fine," she whispered. "But now I want to see him. And so does everyone else. So will you allow?"
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