Lol so remember when I said this fic would be all published in like a week? Oops. Anyway, here's the final chapter. Every time I say I'm gonna finish this or catch up with that, life throws me yet another curveball. But anyway, here's how it ends.

Happy was leaning back in the chair, legs stretched out in front of her, a hand on her stomach, just below her rib cage. The baby was much lower, almost in between her hips, but Toby didn't think she was intending to rest her hand over the little Quinn – Curtis. Still...it was a nice thought.

He looked over at the rest of the group. Sylvester's knees were shoulder width apart and he was staring down between them, at the carpet, not moving a muscle. Cabe was leaning against the wall, his arms folded, staring out past the younger generation at the other groups of people in the room. Toby was reminded of a guard dog his parents had had when he was younger. Cabe was most certainly on guard, though he couldn't protect them from whatever Ralph's condition might be.

Paige and Walter had ended up on one of the padded benches near an exit, and she was leaning forward, her face resting on her hands and her elbows looking as if they were uncomfortably digging into her knees. Walter was leaning forward as well, a hand on her back, their heads tipped toward each other as they waited in silence.

The phone at the desk ringing jolted them out of the almost hypnotizing hum that was the normal indistinct chatter of the waiting room and nearby stations. Happy rose to her feet, starting to pace. "Still nothing?" Sylvester asked, shaking his head. "It's taking so long."

"Should be any minute now," Toby said, looking at the clock and feeling anxious. It had been a bit longer than he had been expecting.

"I just need some good news. Anything." Paige shrugged her shoulders, leaning her head against Walter's shoulder. "Seriously, just tell me the weather will be nice tomorrow. I need something."

"I'm pregnant."

All heads, including Toby's, turned slowly to look at the mechanic. Cabe's jaw unhinged. "What?" Sylvester blurted.

Paige stood up shakily, holding her hands out as she walked slowly toward Happy. "Are...are you serious?"

Happy nodded, staring straight ahead, her eyes not focusing. "Uh...uh – huh."

"Oh my God." Paige took the younger woman's face in her hands and pressed their foreheads together. "Oh Happy." She smiled. "I'm so...so thrilled for you two. You're going to be amazing."

Toby marveled at how Paige, terrified for her own child, could be so genuinely happy about her friends' pregnancy. But he watched as she wrapped her arms tightly around Happy, her posture still betraying her exhaustion, her face still pale and her eye still red, but, despite everything, a smile still on her face.

"Congratulations, you two," Cabe said, walking over and patting Toby on the back as Sylvester jumped up and hugged both Happy and Paige together.

A door opened, and everyone jumped, looking toward it. A doctor exited, walked past the group, and approached another cluster of people standing by the vending machines. One of the men in the group started to cry.

Paige pulled away from Happy, wringing her hands and looking back toward the door. Walter jumped up, getting to his feet just in time for her to stagger backward against his chest, covering her face.

"Paige," Cabe said, reaching toward her.

"Why haven't we heard anything yet?" Paige asked. "We should have heard something by now."

"Oh, God." Happy put her hands to her temples.

"Hey, what's..." Toby leapt up to stand next to her.

"I made this about our baby. And Ralph could be..."

"No no no," Toby said. "You saw the smile on Paige's face. This is hell, Hap, and for a moment she was thinking about something else. For a moment she was able to be happy...or at least a little happier."

"But you said it wasn't a good idea to tell people right away."

"I take it back. That was the perfect time to tell people."

"Ms. Dineen?"

Everyone fell silent again as another doctor approached Paige. Her hands gripped Walter's wrists as she rested against him, eyes wide as she stared at the doctor. "Y – yes?" She managed.

"Your son is out of surgery. We were able to repair the bowel. He's very weak, and he's still in a bit of pain, but we're managing it. We have to keep him overnight – at least – but his prognosis is fairly good."

"Oh," Paige said, the single syllable conveying every emotion she'd felt in the past few hours. "Thank God." Her eyes closed, betraying her fatigue, then sprung back open. "Can I see him?"

"Annabelle will take you back," she said with a nod. "Providing he continues to respond well, you can stay for a while."

Paige nodded, standing upright and clearing her throat. "Okay. Thank you. Uh, can uh..." she gestured to Walter. "Can he come?"

"If you'd like."

Happy sank back down on one of the chairs, and after a moment, Toby dropped back down beside her. "Do you feel better or worse? Now that everyone knows."

"It feels more real. Which is weird, because it already felt really real."

"It is real," Toby said, brushing a strand of hair back away from her face. "And it's scary. I know that."

"You're not scared."

"Sure I am."

"Well, I'm not."

Toby cocked his head in surprise. "No?"

"No. Not anymore." She looked in the direction Walter and Paige had gone. "I think it's kind of incredible."

"Yeah." She shrugged. "I think anyone who has something they're that scared to lose is..." she shrugged again. "Kind of lucky."

"Hey, baby," Paige said, rushing across the tiny room and pushing the boy's hair back, for something to do.

He smiled weakly. "Hi, Mommy."

Walter's heart ached. Ralph only said mommy when he was scared.

"I'm right here, baby," she said, her voice shaky as she bent down to kiss his forehead. "Oh, it's so good to see you. How do you feel?"

"I'm tired," he said, and they could hear the truth in his voice. "They said I'm going to be okay."

"You are," Paige said, sitting down on the bed at his shoulder. "You're going to be just, just fine."

"Walter."

The boy's other hand flexed against the sheet, and Walter rushed to Paige's side, reaching across the bed and curling his fingers around it. "Hey, Ralph. It's good to see you awake."

"They said I'll want to sleep a lot until tomorrow."

"That's okay." Paige said. "I'm going to stay right here with you." She kissed the top of his head, then returned her lips to his forehead. "Do you remember what happened?"

"No." He shifted his weight, wincing slightly. "I'm sorry I made you worry."

"Don't worry about it," Paige said reassuringly.

"I can still see the marks you've left on Walter's arms."

"It's okay, buddy," Walter said, squeezing the boy's hand. "We just...love you. That's all."

Ralph smiled. So did Paige. "Yeah," she said, looking at Walter before returning her gaze to her son. "We love you. So much."