He nodded in approval, "sure we will, Dana. Go now and rest, you've been through hell," he commented.
I couldn't agree more. The labor was a torture! I don't think i would be pregnant for the next five years.
"Hell is the right term, Cy," i said then yawned.
"Go to sleep now," he commanded.
I tucked myself inside the comforter Andy brought for me, "yeah, i think i would. How about you? Tulog ka na, you've been waiting for like hours."
"That's the least i could do," he said with that sad look on his face.
"Hey, don't be sad, Cy. I totally understand your situation.."
"No buts, no still. She needs you and i'm fine by myself here. Andy's with me. Don't sweat," i said.
He sighed, "yeah, of course. Andy's there. Say hi to him for me. Sige, good night, Dana."
I yawned again, "good morning, Cyriel."
And with that, i dozed off.
Ynna's Point of View
"Who were you talking to?" i said while still lying on my death bed. The medicine the doctor gave me is kicking in my system, and so i feel weak and limp.
He sat on the side of my bed, "Dana. She just gave birth."
I smiled, "just when i thought she would die while giving birth," i sarcastically said.
Cyriel didn't comment on what i said. I would take it as if he's used to me speaking that way about Dana. It's just how it is, we will never be friends.
"So, is it a bouncing baby boy or an adorable baby girl?"
He smiled, probably thinking about his baby, "the latter. She's really cute."
I held his hand and pressed it, "bet she is, she's your daughter afterall."