"Mr. Telford, your wife is in a very dire condition. It's been two days and she still hasn't come out of her coma. If she doesn't wake up by tomorrow, I'm not sure she's going to make it."

The doctor's words scared him more than anything ever had. How could his perfectly healthy wife have suddenly become so fragile? Thankfully the baby was getting stronger by the day, he was down to wearing only one monitor, and the nurse had told Chibs earlier when he arrived back at the hospital that he could finally hold his son. So here he was, sitting in a worn recliner next to the clear plastic box that his son had been in for three days. A nurse finally appeared in the door, smiling softly at the leather clad biker so intently watching the tiny infant in front of him. She flipped the locks on the incubator, reaching inside and deftly picking up the baby boy, making sure the wire to his monitor stayed in place as she transferred him into his father's arms. Chibs was awkward as she placed his son in his arms, holding him as if he might break. Finally he was settled, taking in the perfect form of his son. His little boy. Having Kerrianne had been so different, so unlike looking down at this little man in his arms. Without warning tears began burning his eyes, and Chibs didn't bother to wipe them away. Lately his emotions were getting the better of him every time he walked in the doors of St. Thomas, and now this little tiny pink thing wrapped in a blue blanket was tearing at his heartstrings. Filip Jackson Telford. The name that he and Evie had agreed on after she'd forced him to listen to her recite name after name from a baby book, until he'd told her that the baby would bear his own name, and that of his most cherished brother. Baby Jack. The name just seemed to fit the tiny little guy perfectly, and Chibs hoped that Evie would live to see her son. He just couldn't lose her.

He sat there for what seemed like ages, just looking at the beautiful, perfect little thing that Evie had given him. And then little Jack opened his eyes, revealing startling blue eyes just like his mother. He stared at his father, then he grabbed hold of the ringed finger stroking his face and squeezed with surprising strength for a baby. With a smile, Chibs bowed his head to kiss his son's forehead. "You're a strong little lad, Jack. You make your da proud. Now we just got to make sure your ma wakes up."

The nurse from earlier finally reentered, giving the new father a small smile. "Sorry, dad, but the visiting hours are up right now."

"It's fine, I shou'd get back to his ma anyhow." Chibs kissed his son's forehead one last time, finally letting the nurse take him and place him back in the incubator. Placing his hand on the top of the box, Chibs smiled. "I love you, Jack." Then it was back to Evie's room, where she was still in the same position she had been occupying for three days now. Her slender hands were folded across her belly now, her gold wedding band shining from her fourth finger. She was so beautiful, even in this condition, that it made his chest physically ache. He wanted nothing more than for her to sit up and open her eyes and tell him how much she loved him.

The door creaked open, the nurse from the nursery bringing in Jack's incubator with the baby inside. Chibs raised an eyebrow at her, and the woman smiled softly. "Dr. Michaels wants to try a last ditch attempt to bring Evelyn out of the coma on her own. He's going to have the baby in here, and hopefully hearing him cry will wake her up." Seeing the worried look on Chibs' face, the nurse gave him a reassuring wink. "Everything is going to be just fine, Mr. Telford."

Just fine? Yeah right. He had never felt so much anxiety in his life.

Dr. Michaels came in next, once again explaining what they were going to be doing as he examined Evie's chart and double checked her vitals. Then he took Jack from his incubator, unwrapping the little boy's blanket and carrying him over to Evie's bedside. The baby was unused to the temperature of the room, and he immediately began to cry as he sensed his mother's prescense nearby. Chibs watched Evie intently for any sign of change on her stoic face, internally praying that Jack could coax his mother from her current state. Dr. Michaels watched her as well, and both he and Chibs registered the tiny uptick in the speed of her heart monitor when Jack was held close to her ear. The speed of the beeping gradually increased, until the doctor gave Chibs a wide smile.

"She's waking up, Mr. Telford."

After what seemed like an eternity, the corner of Evie's mouth twitched, and then her bright blue eyes were slowly opening. She blinked a few times, trying to adjust to the light before she began searching for her son. Dr. Michaels put Jack in her line of view, and Evie smiled peacefully.

"Give me..give me my baby." Her voice was quiet, but there was no question in her tone. Carefully laying Jack on Evie's chest, he helped her to put her arms around the baby, Chibs stepping to the other side of her bed and smiling down at his wife. Evie met his eyes after a moment, that beautiful smile of hers tugging at his heart. "Filip, baby, we did it." For the rest of his life, Chibs would swear that he had never heard a more beautiful sound than that of his wife breathing his given name. He placed a hand over hers, helping her to keep Jack steady in her arms.

"Aye, sweetheart, we made a beautiful little boy." Chibs brushed back the hair from her face with his opposite hand, not wanting one inch of her obscured from his view.

They spent most of the afternoon in the same fashion, Evie slowly but steadidly coming out of her hazy, sleepy state and Jack cradled in his mother's arms. Tig had sent word to Chibs that the club would wait until they came home from the hospital to see Evie and the baby, not wanting to intrude on the new family when they had nearly been ripped apart. Finally Jack had to be taken back to the nursery for a quick checkup, with the nurse promising he would be brought back to his parents as soon as they were done. Chibs took the brief moment alone to sit on the edge of the bed beside Evie, holding her hand in his and pulling her knuckles up to his lips for a kiss. "Ya can't ever scare me like that again, love. Thought I'd lost ya."

"You can't get rid of me that easily, I worked too hard to get you." There was her signature sense of humor, and Chibs knew she would be okay. Edging over in the bed, Evie patted the side of the mattress. "Lay with me a minute? Just till they bring the baby back." Chibs did as she asked, sliding onto the bed beside her, careful to avoid the wires hooked to her body as she laid her head on his shoulder. "This is the happiest I've ever been, babe. We've got our little man here, even if it did almost kill me to have him." Pausing a moment, she looked up at her husband with curious eyes. "What was his birth like? I don't remember anything after being in the bathroom with Lyla."

A flood of guilt washed over as he tried to remember the details he'd gotten from Lyla, who had managed to pry it out of a nurse. He couldn't tell her he'd missed their son's birth. If she thought he'd been there to witness it, then he was going to lie through his teeth. "It was scary, love. They cut you open and delivered him by a C-section. You didn't know a thing." In his mind, he thanked Lyla a hundred times over for briefing him on what had gone on in the delivery room.

That seemed to satisfy Evie, and she smiled softly as she nestled her head back against the worn leather of his kutte. "I'm glad you were there, Filip. I knew you'd protect me and Jack just like always." Her fingers closed around the silver cross that hung around his neck, something she always did when she was in his arms. He was her protector and her safe place, and Chibs hated to think that he had let her down.

Lying there in her hospital bed, his wife close at his side, Chibs made a silent promise both to Evie and to Jack that he would never leave them or let them down again. They were his second chance at having a family and doing things the right way, and he vowed that he wouldn't mess this up.

He had worked too hard to get to this point to turn back now.

A/N: As always, please read and review and let me know what you think!