Upon arrival at the hospital, Dean and Bryana immediately got out of the car and walked at a leisurely pace down the corridor to the NICU room where their son was still undergoing treatment in an incubator. They strolled casually, sometimes kindly greeting visitors who smiled at them.

"You were smiling the whole way," Bryana muttered, glancing at Dean.

"Because I'm happy," Dean said, embracing Bryana from the side.

"Oh yeah, happy for what?" Bryan asked.

"This is the first time I'm enjoying the good times of being a dad. I can see my son is healthy and not fussy even though he is small, and my wife is healthy too," Dean explained as he continued walking.

Bryan nodded in understanding. She understands, Dean must still often remember the moment of Sofia's birth that was not comfortable because Clarissa was dead, and Sofia was always fussy. The woman hugged her husband's right arm tightly as she continued walking.

"There they are," Dean said as he saw Monica and Raymond emerge from the corridor that led to the NICU room. Maybe they'll be home soon.

"Ah, they safe our baby until morning. Auntie and uncle so caring," said Bryana with a smile looking at Monica and Raymond who were getting closer to her.

Raymond and Monica paused as they passed Dean and Bryana. They said goodbye to go to Bandung this morning and would stay for a few days because misses her family there.

"Are you guys planning to go back to London soon after Bandung?" asked Bryana looking seriously at Monica and Raymond.

"Of course, the company over there needs attention," Raymond replied dryly. The man looked disheveled as if he had just woken up.

Bryana sighed and leaned her body against the hospital wall. "So sad. have the only sibling but will be too far away," she said disappointedly.

"It can't be helped, there's a company owned by our family that I have to manage," said Raymond.

"Don't be so sad, Bryana. Maybe after a few months, we are in London, we will go to Indonesia again because I want to give birth in Bandung," said Monica comforting Bryana who always looked sad when she was about to leave her.

"That's a great idea," Bryana said with a faint smile. "But before going back to London, you guys are going to my house, right?" She asked."Of course. We have to say goodbye to Aidyn. He really excites me and always misses his little lips," Monica replied with a smile.

Bryan smiled. "I can't even sleep well because he's far from me."

"Ah, he's lying. He slept soundly in my arms all night," Dean said, glancing at Bryana.

"Uh, did you know I woke up in the middle of the night thinking about Aidyn!" Bryana glanced at Dean sarcastically. The woman was really sensitive, even joked.

"I don't know, because I slept hugging you," Dean said casually.

"You guys don't fight anymore. Remember dad's message," Monica shouted, shaking her head at Bryana and Dean.

"That's right. You'd better meet Aidyn soon

. looks like he's going to drink milk. Instead of a nurse giving milk, you should give it so that he feels loved. Don't be left out making out too much!" Raymond warned.

Dean just chuckled in his low voice. "Just watch out if your baby is born, you will feel the same way. Your wife only cares about the baby, the husband will be neglected."

Raymond smiled crookedly, glancing at Dean, who certainly wouldn't get a night out for a few weeks. Ah, surely his manhood will be idle.

"Just enjoy your fate!" he cried then

immediately embraced Monica from the side and continued walking towards the exit of the hospital.

"I go first!" Monica said goodbye as she walked and turned to look at Bryana.

"Be careful!" cried Bryan. after that she immediately continued walking with Dean down the corridor to the NICU room which was located not too far from where they were standing earlier.

__Arriving in the NICU room, Bryana and Dean immediately approached their baby who was in the incubator. In a room that is quite spacious with complete facilities, there is one nurse who always takes care of their baby taking turns with other nurses at night.

"Hey, little boy ... Mommy is coming," said Bryana with a smile fingering the glass in the incubator tube. she saw her baby dressed in yellow with a white blanket and wearing a yellow hat to keep him warm. Slowly, the baby squirmed and slowly cried. "May I take it?" She asked.

"Yes, ma'am," answered the nurse who sat in a white chair adjacent to a white table where there were baby scales, tissues, mineral water, and books.

Bryana opened the incubator tube and took the baby very slowly, then rocked him while still looking at him. "You know, mommy can barely sleep because keep thinking about you, son. I hope you get better soon and be allowed to go home. We will always be together," she said.

Dean approached Bryana and touched his baby's cheek. "He immediately shuts down when you carry him."

"That's because he knows I'm his mother."

"Yesterday he looked like dad, now he looks like ... Like me," said Dean, frowning. He looked at his son so seriously that his brow furrowed.

"Babies do seem to change so often, but after a few months, we'll know for sure who he looks like," Bryana said as she stared at her son who was silent staring up at the ceiling.

"But he'll look like me because I'm his father." dean bent down and kissed the baby's cheek gently. "He smells great."

"Of course. Nothing can match the scent of a baby. People say, the smell of a baby is like the scent of heaven because he is as pure as a white paper without the slightest scribble," said Bryana, then kissed her baby.

"Are you going to be here all day?" asked Dean...

"Perhaps, here has been prepared a bed for me Rest. I can not be away from him," answered Bryana with her instincts as a mother so strong. yes, anyone would feel uncomfortable leaving their baby who is still very weak with a tiny body because of his premature condition.

"Maybe I should go home because I have to design a room for him," Dean said while touching his baby's hand which immediately grabbed his finger. he smiled happily because the baby always held his little finger even though it wasn't too strong.

"Ask Louis or another bodyguard to help design the room," Bryana exclaimed, remembering that Raymond was going to Bandung this morning. he could have enlisted the services of a designer, but Dean was adamant from the start that he wanted to design their baby's room with his own hands, perhaps a sign of his care and affection as a father.

Check...

a mid-sized nurse wearing a white uniform entered the room and approached Bryana. "Mrs, you have been invited for a check-up. The doctor is waiting in the obstetrician's room," she said.

"Let me carry him," Dean shouted.

"Okay then," said Bryana, handing the baby to Dean who had stretched out his hand. "Honey, you're with dad. Mommy has to go away for a bit."

After making sure the baby was safely carried by her husband, Bryana immediately left the room to the obstetrician's room who would examine her stomach, which was still not recovering after the Caesarean section.