Kyle's POV 

"Aren't you going in?" Father asked as I stood outside the ward with a rapidly beating heart.

I had no idea why my dad, Ian, had given my father, Axel, control, but I felt grateful. Perhaps it was because Father always knew what to say in the moment and at the right time.

"I feel cold feet, Father," I whispered honestly.

He smirked and then moved his hand to my head, ruffling my hair gently and playfully.

"Son, you just have to go in; she is waiting for you," he ...