So, I didn't ruin every chance to have Elias. And Alexander won't hate our daughter.
From what I've seen so far, he already loves her.
«I hope she'll sleep for an hour or at least half,» he whispers. «I will be back soon, I promise.»
He pecks my head and leaves the bed.
I cuddle the baby and wonder how much to wait before following him. Also, I shouldn't bring the little ball with me.
She's sleeping, clueless. Can I leave her on the bed?
As I reach the door, I notice it hasn't been closed yet. Alexander is standing outside, talking with Kate. She's clenching her uniform's skirt, her expression furious.
«Those women left your wife to die,» she exclaims. «They didn't even check if she would survive before running out with the baby in their arms. They closed the door and didn't allow anyone inside...»
My baby doesn't seem bothered by her eavesdropping mother, so I dare to approach the door a few steps more to hear better.
