When we went back to Isaiah's room, my father was already fast asleep on the sofa. I checked my sleeping son and kissed his cheek. Marcus also reached for his hand and kissed it. Then a few minutes after, he opened his eyes and stared at both of us.
"Momma?" He cried in a weak voice.
"Hi, sweet pea. Momma's here. You are such a brave little boy. Momma and Papa are so proud of you, sweetheart." I said and sat beside him on the bed, kissing his hands.
"Are you hungry, bud? Do you want to eat anything?" Marcus asked Isaiah and sat beside me, looking at our son.
"Hey, we have to ask the Doctor first. It might not be advisable to give him anything right now. Would you please inform the nurse that he's awake, babe?" I ordered Marcus, and he obliged right away. After a while, he came back wit
