A/N:This is just some drivel that I wrote last night after the finale. It's not long I know, but it was something that I just couldn't stop thinking of.

He was devastated. He had always wanted to have a big family. When his wife delivered their daughter she had almost died. They were told that her body would most likely not be able to handle another pregnancy, so the day of their daughter's birth also felt like the death of any other future children. He held his baby girl to his chest, singing softly to her as her mother recovered from the hemorrhaging she had just experienced. Tears streamed slowly down his still boyish face. "I love you baby." He whispered softly.

Three years had passed since they first learned that even if they conceived, his wife may not live through it. When they found out that she was pregnant again, neither of them could believe it. They had just come to terms with the fact they would never have another child. They were overjoyed. The doctors monitored the pregnancy closely, and everything went even better than they could have ever imagined. When she went into labor, they were terrified. Would she live? Would their baby, their miracle, survive?

The delivery was even easier than the birth of their daughter. There was no hemorrhaging, no preeclampsia, nothing. The little boy, the child they never thought they would have, was brought in all cleaned up and wrapped up. The nurse laid the baby on his mother's chest. His father leaned in close and brushed his fingertips softly against the soft, wispy brown curls on his miracle baby's head. "Hello Charles." He crooned softly. "I've dreamt of you for so long." Steven looked into his wife's hazel green eyes; his little Eleanor looked more like Mary every single day. "Thank you." He said with tears in his warm brown eyes. "For what?" Mary asked. "For giving me the family we've always wanted. For loving me when no one, not even my parents, wanted me. For the perfect little miracles that are part of you and me." He said kissing her dark brown hair. Eleanor, who had been sitting in a chair on the other side of the bed, suddenly spoke. "Can I hold Chars- Charl…?" "Chuck." Her parents said together, shortening the name for their little girls ease. Steven showed her how to hold the baby and Eleanor did so well with her little brother. He fell asleep on her chest. Steven looked at his family; he saw the love of his life and the miracles he had always wanted. They were his children, they were perfect. They were special.

For those of you thinking Charles is an easy word to say- Ellie is three and so is my little brother. Ellie can't quite make the R L S combination of sounds. :)