Chapter 147

Lake POV

I was seated on the bench beside Kenji, physically and mentally worn out. My conversation with my mother continued to replay in my head. I wondered if I would ever be allowed the chance to get close to Jojo, or even the child. Not that I deserved to, it was just a father's wish.

A father...

Did I even deserve to call myself that?

My head was resting against the wall, my back flat against the bench, when I started to see doctors and nurses troop in and out of Jojo's room. Every bit of fatigue I had been feeling disappeared from my bones, and my eyelids defeated the heavy claws of sleep.

My mother rushed out of the nursery, Jojo's friend was behind her with the baby in her arms. I sprung up from my seat immediately, ignoring Kenji's advice to be calm.