The perfect scene was disrupted by an annoying crackling noise outside, prompting Moe to ask the nurse on duty in his room, “What's that noise?”

“Well," the nurse chuckled, while changing Miny's diaper and cleaning up the meconium, "apparently, some rich man gave birth to an alpha, hence the fireworks - to drive away the evil spirits.”

“Interesting,” Moe responded, intrigued and paying closer attention to the explanation.

“Fireworks are illegal because of air and noise pollution, there’s a considerable fine for using them. However, people still use them, especially when an alpha is born - it's a tradition, you know.”

“We'll arrange some fireworks for you,” Moe whispered to Miny. “Just need to make sure we avoid the police, okay?”

“I wouldn't recommend it; the fine is quite hefty, and an average Singaporean family could live for six months on that amount,” the nurse warned solemnly. “I don’t know the exact amount since the police evaluate the extent of environmental damage each time.”

“Well, in that case,” Moe shifted Miny carefully to the other side, groaning, as his empty stomach and injured crotch ached even within the tightly wound corset. “What the... A few minutes of pleasure translate into hours of misery. Unfair, you know.”

“But look at the outcome,” the nurse remarked reasonably as he walked away.

“The outcome is incredible, I agree. You're the most beautiful thing in the world, my little one,” Moe inhaled the sweet milky-cinnamon scent from the top of Miny's head and felt enchanted.

By evening, the nurse with an enigmatic smile insisted on Moe getting out of bed, putting on a medical gown, assisting him in placing a grumbling Miny in a ring sling, and wheeling him in a wheelchair to the window, with the drying placenta in a bag on the side.

“The sunset will be beautiful,” the nurse teased, wiggling his eyebrows suggestively, and Moe attempted to recall from the courses any traditions related to the recently delivered father admiring the sunset but drew a blank. However, he obediently gazed at the mauve-pink sunset, caressing the warm back snuggled in the sling – it must be part of the routine, so must enjoy the sunset.

Suddenly, the previously silent and lovely sunset erupted into a vibrant display of colorful fireworks. Moe was taken aback, instinctively holding Miny even closer, and then grinned. That explained the nurse's unusual behavior. It seemed he had learned about a wealthy individual celebrating the birth of his alpha son and had arranged a surprise for Moe. As Moe watched the colorful bursts decorating the darkening sky, he was astonished to see the large letters MINY unfolding in the air.

Moe's heart swelled with pride for his son, causing a hot sensation to surge within him. He trembled with emotion, his expression transforming into a contented smile. However, the smile quickly began to dissipate.

“He glanced three floors down to the parking lot, where Einar stood in the center, gazing at him intently. Moe was breathing heavily, sensing furious anger welling up within him - did that jerk think that unleashing a petty fireworks display could appease him? Bribe him?

Moe reached down to his waist, making sure Miny was secure in the sling, and released his grip on him, his left hand mimicking the turning of an invisible wheel - Einar took a step forward, mouth agape, uttering something inaudible from this distance and through the layer of glass. Mockingly, Moe slowly unfolded the middle finger and pressed it against the glass.

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The nurse behind him let out a shocked groan, clearly understanding the message conveyed in the gesture, and Einer responded with a sad, crooked smile, acknowledging the well-deserved insult.

Moe pulled the thick blackout drapes shut to block out the unwelcome presence, turned around, and spoke in a cold tone, "If you accept another bribe from that scumbag, I'll make sure you won't work here anymore. Is that clear?"

"Alright, I apologize, sir," the nurse's complexion matched the wall. "I just thought you'd be pleased; you wanted..."

“Let me do the thinking, all right? “Moe shuffled over to the bed, unwrapped the sling, and carefully lifted the slumbering Miny, placing him closer to the edge and covering him. “Call Dr. Lee; I believe it's time to cut the umbilical cord.”

Dr. Lee arrived, somewhat weary, half an hour later, handing the scissors to Moe and advising him to wait. However, Moe shook his head, directed the scissors towards the clamped cord, and delicately snipped it. Moe was sweating from the slight exertion, and irrational fear that he was causing Miny pain sent shivers down the spine. Miny, though, did not seem to notice anything- he smacked his lips suggestively and playfully wiggled his feet in striped socks.

After everyone left, Moe reclined beside Miny and murmured, “You are only mine, Miny, no one else’s. No one can lay a claim on you, and I'd rip their throats out for you."

Moe was captivated by the firm cheeks that had filled with life's essence over the past five days, transitioning from burgundy to a delicate pink. He was drawn to the small lips that clung tightly to the nipple, the reddened nose nuzzling against the swollen breast, and the babyishly slightly slanted, big milky-blue eyes framed by black eyelashes - unmistakably his, Moe's eyes. Unfortunately, Miny had inherited everything else from his father. Moe smiled as Miny released the nipple and grunted unhappily, seeking another source of food. He willingly shifted to the other nipple, cradling the fearfully wiggling head - every movement of the tiny body seemed delicate and fragile for now.

Miny suckled with determination, his sleepy gaze drifting unfocused upward, and Moe imagined a level of mature understanding in his eyes. Sighing, Moe gently caressed the silky strands of Miny's hair and confessed, "Yeah, I'm procrastinating. A, uh, bad man is outside, on duty day and night, damn him! I will venture out when I'm stronger. Well, you know, sweetheart, it's more about having confidence in my emotional resilience. Physical, too – it's much more comfortable to confront the adversary when you're feeling well, not standing awkwardly with a bandaged bundle instead of a belly."

Miny fluttered his eyelids, relishing the activity, while Moe, with a deep sigh, gazed out the window, assessing the situation. There were now three of Einer's cars stationed below, with his men strategically positioned, taking turns in their watch. Einer himself shuttled between their designated post and, seemingly, the hotel, appearing refreshed, well-rested, and resolutely committed to evicting Moe from his provisional refuge. He had likely amicably resolved matters with the clinic administration - Moe harbored no doubt that establishing a rapport with them wasn't much of a challenge for a billionaire. Yet, Einer refrained from entering the clinic, leaving a precarious sense of the reliability of the temporary sanctuary - presumably, he sought counsel from the omegologist on appropriate behavior with a new dad.

It was unclear what could be done. Calling the police without an active case against Einer was pointless, and asking Daniel to extend his influential reach here was equally pointless - Einer posed no threat; he was simply waiting for a meeting. Besides, would Daniel even be able to help at this moment? Moe scratched his nose contemplatively, leaning towards the notion that he probably couldn't. It would be challenging to justify providing aid to a witness in another country who had left the witness protection program.

There was only one remaining option - fight it out alone.

However, Moe lacked the moral fortitude for such a battle. After childbirth, he still felt vulnerable, as the precious burden was no longer a part of him but rather a delicate weight in his arms.