(Elements of SPN)
The hospital was almost deserted. Thomas Lewis hurried through the halls with his three year old daughter Rebecca in his hands. He was taking his daughter from her grandmother's house, when he received the call. His beloved wife Elaine was giving birth. And that wasn't the happiest news he got. She was giving birth to twins!
Thomas couldn't believe it. When Elaine told him she was pregnant, again, he was ecstatic. Of course, things changed for the better: he worked more hours, bought a bigger house, took care of Elaine and Rebecca. He loved his family and would do anything for them.
Finally he reached the door he seeked. Behind that door were the woman he loved and his two children. His oldest Rebecca was peacefully asleep on his shoulder.
The doctors wouldn't let him in so he paced around the door. Why wouldn't the let him in?
"Daddy, what's going on?" sleepy girl's voice called out.
Thomas didn't even noticed his daughter was awake.
"Oh, sorry honey, did I wake you?" he asked gently.
"Not really"her big brown eyes glanced around "Where are we?"she repeated.
"The hospital, Becky. You're gonna have a little brother" he smiled. He didn't explain that she will have more than a little brother, but a little girl in front of him wouldn't understand.
Rebecca's eyes lit up. Happiness practically radiated from her.
Thomas and Becky spent about half an hour near his wifes room. Few nurses rushed in, but aside from that - nothing. No one let him in, no one told him anything. He was beginning to feel anxious.
His mind wandered off about the names he and Elaine discussed. They were sure, that if it was a boy, they'd name him Simon, if it was a girl - Katie.
Another hour passed. Thomas' mother came and took Rebecca, despite her protests. He called her, cause Becky was getting sleepy and hungry even though she denied it.
Finally the doors opened revealing tired and slightly sad looking nurse. Thomas' heart skipped a beat at her expression. Did something happened?
"Mr Lewis..."
Thomas didn't hear the rest of the sentence, cause he rushed past the nurse inside the room. It was white, like most of the rooms in this hospital, making the blood look even more intense. It was near Elaine, who was sobbing uncontrollably. Thomas ushered to her side asking what's wrong, but it seemed she couldn't make anything out besides, shaking and sobbing.
The doctor came in with a nurse from before. She was carrying something small in his hands. A baby. The nurse came near Thomas.
"Congratulations on your baby boy" she gave him a half-hearted smile and passed the bundle to the man.
Thomas looked at the bundle in his arms. It was his son. Simon.
A nurse looked at him once again.
"And...I'm sorry for your loss."
Nearly at the same time the doctor said
"Katie Lewis. Time of death 6:03 PM."
A baby's cries filled the field. A man tightened a grip on his dagger. Was it some Crocotta trying to confuse him? Must be. He's not sure how many times he heard his loved ones voice coming of those beasts' mouth. Unfortunately for them it was the last thing they said.
Cries didn't stop. The closer the man came the louder the cries got. Finally he stopped and looked down.
It was a real baby.
Nothing much surprised Stephen Herondale. He fought with Valentine, he got bit by a werewolf and killed by Valentine, and now he's here. Infinite hunting grounds. Purgatory.
But this was a mundane baby. Stephen didn't understand how it was possible.
He gently picked the baby. The man heard howls of other werewolves, but it wasn't his pack. He didn't have a pack. In his heart he was still a shadowhunter.
He took the baby to the place he considered his safe place. It was a small cave, cleverly hidden by branches. Small witchlight stone gave a little comfort.
He put the baby down and met a pair of sleepy brown eyes. He knew an infant couldn't survive in here without his help. Stephen smiled softly.
"Welcome, Ama Herondale."
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