Ed sat on Izzy's bed fiddling with the black tie in his hands thoughts of his daughter filling his every moment, it felt like only yesterday when he had walked into the kitchen after one of the hardest days of his life to come face to face with the black and white ultra sound attached to the fridge and Sophie standing nervously in the hall waiting for his reaction..."baby"... was all he could think to say while pulling her into his arms and hold her so tight, his mind in a whirlwind they were starting over again Clark was nearly grown and doing his own thing and Sophie and himself were going back to bottle feeds and diapers.
Closing his eyes he remembered everything about how hard Sophie's pregnancy had been and how he had thrown himself even further into his job as a way of coping with the fear of starting this new chapter in his life, not meaning to he had left Sophie and Clark to get through on their own, and his wake up call had come when Sophie took Clark and did something he had told Greg that would never happen, after 17 years of marriage she left him. He would never forget that first night coming home to an empty house, sitting down on their bed and wondering how it had all gone so wrong.
And on that fateful day when Izzy was born he had been gunned down in the street on the way to the hospital and had come very close to his daughter never knowing her father, the images of that day played vividly through his mind like an old silent movie.
Swallowing the lump in his throat and fighting to get his breathing under control Ed had no idea how he was ever going to get through this day.