After two days Logan was allowed to go home. His father, Stranger, always visits him but we don't talk anymore. He is only here because of our son. Well, it's better that we both avoid each other.
I looked at my son sitting on his bed here in the hospital. We're still waiting for Andrew because he's the one who paid Logan's bills.
"Mommy, are you and daddy Ran fighting?"
I stopped what I was doing, packing Logan's belongings, and walked over to him. I sat beside him and touched his face.
"Why did you ask that, baby?"
"Because I noticed daddy and you didn't talk when he's here. Maybe, you fought?"
I shook my head and smiled at my son. "Of course not. Your daddy and I are okay with each other."
"Alright, mommy... You know I loved you and daddy Ran and papa Andrew."
I looked at my son full of love in my eyes. This son of mine is the sweetest kid.
"And we love you so much, baby..."