Michael frowned when he removed the baby's top and felt something crumple beneath his onesie, he undid the buttons of the underwear and Michael's breath caught up when he found a letter, Sara's handwriting. His breath itched and he couldn't hold on anymore.

''Maricruz!'' He called out trying not to cry in front of his son and holding his tiny hand.

''Yes, do you need something Michael?''

''Can you give him a bath and dress him please.'' He pointed to the clothes he had laid out on the bed.

''Uh..sure.'' she took the baby in her arms and Michael left the room as the tears finally rolled down his cheeks.

He knew he should be at his son's side, give him his first bath, be with him. But Michael's heart just ached in longing of Sara.

He sat in the balcony holding on one of Sara's shirt and her origami rose, the belongings made him miss her even more and he inhaled her scent from the shirt she last wore before their wedding.

After having wiped his tears he unfolded the letter and began to read.

''Hey Scofield,

How are you? It's been three weeks since I last saw you and I don't know why but I am missing you so much.'' Michael had to stop and closed his eyes, she didn't knew how he missed her too.

''This isn't about me thought. The days are passing and soon our little baby would be with you. I'll be frank Michael, I'll miss them a lot. Even thought I can barely make it to the showers and canteen now, I'm so big! Did I look fat to you? Okay let's stop talking about me.''
Michael had a small smile on through his tears, she wasn't fat, she was the most beautiful woman to him and he longed to have seen her more than five minutes in visitations, he longed to spend some time with her, hold her in his arms. Be at her side during pregnancy, fulfill her needs and confort her fears and doubts.

''Michael I love our baby so much, I'm glad I have someone on the outside for our child. I never want my baby to be lost in the system like you may have been when you were a child. I know I had told you to wait for the baby to be born before doing anything but now, I don't care anymore. Michael frowned, he was already thinking of a plan, he wanted her out, how could she accept being locked up and separated from her child ? Because she wanted them safe.

I don't want you to risk your life or your freedom for me again Michael, the baby would be all alone. Our little baby should at least have one of us. All I want is for you to take care of him or her and give the child all your love. That's all you can do to make me happy, take care of our baby, never let my child miss me..'' Michael closed his eyes as he saw a couple of round shaped stains on the words, she had cried while writing it and something swelled in his chest.

''It's my soul, it's my sweet, lovely baby and I'm so sorry I won't be there. I'm so sorry you'll do it all alone but I want you to tell the baby I love them, everyday. Take care of our baby like I would have, I know you will. But I know half of you will still be on me, forget me for a while Michael and give your everything to our little baby.'' Michael shook his head, and she was the woman who wasn't sure about being a good mother? Her selfless love for her child was so evident.

''Keep baby always close to yourself, keep our child safe. And yeah, if it's a girl, you can pick any name you want (exept Sara Junior), but if it's a boy, name it Michael, after you. Please?'' Michael's tears flew, how could he refuse her anything?

''Don't ever be sad over me, give your life on our little one.

I love you, so much.

Sara Scofield.''

Michael lost it at her signature and sobbed, he missed her so much, he just wanted to do anything for her to be out and safe, anything. But Michael would listen to her, she was right, they had a baby to think of. The second Michaal had held his son he knew protecting him from all harms was his priority. He couldn't jeopardize himself because it's all their baby had left, Michael would keep Sara's pain inside his heart and be there for his son.

After a while he came back inside to see Fernando playing with his daughter and Maricruz holding his sleeping baby boy. He walked towards her and took his son from her.

''Michael, his name is Michael.'' He would do anything for Sara, and if all her wishes never came true, this one would.

On the other side of Miami, Sara lay on her bunk holding onto her empty womb and weeping silently onto her pillow.

She had woken up after a terrible nightmare, one of Daddy's girl had stabbed her stomach, with her child inside. It had almost felt real, the terrifying hateful look the girl had, the breath being knocked off of her as the blade was thrust into her flesh, the blood...

When she awoke breathless to a flat stomach, she had panicked and broken into sobs, feeling utterly lost.

A few hours later, she had gathered herself up but she missed her baby so much, and even thought he was with Michael, Sara couldn't stop the tears from falling as she felt a terrible sensation of loss and emptiness.

She hoped her letter reached Michael, she had written it earlier in the week and slid it under her bra before she was taken to the clinic, she discretely slipped it through their son's clothes when she dressed him.

This was by far her worst night in Miami Dade, because she felt so empty and lost, like never before. All the strenght her son gave her was gone. Her baby must have needed her, she would want to feed him, to make him sleep.

''The baby hates you!'' Sara recalled the guard's words and closed her eyes.

Will her son even accept her as mother when she got out? Would he hate her? She wouldn't know anything about his likes and dislikes and habits and..oh god. Sara closed her eyes as silent tears flew down her cheeks. The baby would hate her...

She looked slim, terribly slim. Pale, very pale and exhausted. Wasn't she sleeping on nights? For the first time, her eyes were missing the determination she always had.

The guard took her to the visitation entrance and he hated to see her beautiful hands cuffed. Had they undone them while she was at the clinic? Michael's heart filled with pain.

''How are you? How did the delivery go?'' He was the first one to ask.

''Yeah let's not waste time about me. How's he? Is he sleeping on nights? What formula have you brought him? He needs to be fed every three hours. Is he adjusting to the milk? Has he gained some weight? God, he was so small when he was born. Have you taken him for a check up? They didn't do anything at the clinic. Have you brought him the right size nappies? Take some cream, his skin can be irritated. Buy him the non-eyes-stinging gel when you give him a bath. You need to see if he needs vitamins, you know that pink baby tube at the pharmacy? He needs warm clothes Michael, dress him warmly, I don't want him to catch a cold or have fever, they can be fatal for newborn babies. And did you..'' she was cut.

''Sara.'' He stopped her rambling and made him look at her. ''He's fine.'' He assured her and Sara locked his with him.

''Okay.'' She nodded looking down and biting her lip and blinking to stop her tears. Michael wanted to take her in his arms so badly, she was visibly not okay, emotionally.