Alright kids! Here's the epilogue. I hope you all enjoyed our little journey with Chris and Gail. Now, I'm taking suggestions for my next fic. Who would you like me to write for next?
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Epilogue

"Chris! Watch her head." Gail called from the other side of her hospital room. It had been three weeks since the birth of their baby, Abby, and they were happy to finally be going home.

"Gail, I've got her." Chris laughed, nuzzling his nose lightly against Abby's, whose tiny body was wrapped delicately in a pink blanket. He held her and bounced lightly on the balls of his feet, shifting his weight back and forth in between his feet.

"Are you sure?" She asked, trying to get out of her wheelchair.

"Stop! Gail, stop. I have her; you need to stay in that chair." He warned her.

"Chris, I'm fine." She held up her hands.

"No! You have to stay off of your feet until your stomach heals up better. Doctor's orders." He turned his attention back to Abby.

"Chris, I'll be fine." She answered, a little irritated. "I can take care of myself."

"I know." He smiled at her. "That's not going to stop me from trying to take care of you too, though."

Gail sighed and piled a few blankets back on her lap, before wheeling over to Chris and Abby. "Fine." She whispered up at him as he bent down to kiss her. "Now let me hold my baby." She enunciated the last word carefully but quietly as Chris slowly lowered his own flesh and blood into the waiting hands of his fiancée.

Gail cradled the small infant in her arms, grinning like a fool, before finally laying her down in the nest she'd created on her lap. "Oh, I love her." She whispered.

"I can't wait to get her home." Chris lifted one of Abby's fingers with his own, marvelling at the sheer perfection of every curve and line of his daughter's body. "Wait…" He looked up at her. "Home…"

"Home?" She raised one eyebrow.

"The nursery still isn't finished." He winced, but she only laughed.

"She'll just have to sleep in our room then." She looked back down at Abby. "Are the doctors sure it's okay for her to come home now? She's technically not even supposed to be born yet."

"Don't worry." He assured her. "Between checkups, in house nurses and those machines to monitor her breathing and everything, I'm sure we'll be fine." He looked up at her, and curled her icy hair behind her ear. She smiled and leaned into his touch, before her soft expression morphed into an exaggerated yawn. "Get used to it, honey." Chris laughed, yawning himself.

"Like that will be possible." She grinned. "Well? Shall we?"

"Yeah, I guess." Chris answered hesitantly. That room had been their lives for the past three weeks, Gail hadn't left the hospital except for occasional trips to the garden outside and Chris hadn't left unless absolutely necessary; in the process, using up most of his vacation time for the next year and a half. "I'll go clear everything with Mel, then we can go. Frank is outside waiting, I think." He checked his text messages. "Yep. He's definitely out there."

"Alright. I'll be here." Gail smiled. Chris gave her one last kiss before straightening up and leaving the room. Swiftly, Gail extracted her newly charged cell phone out of her bag and dialled her Mom's number. "Hi, Mom, it's me again. Just wondering where you are, what you're doing, you know. The usual. Sorry I've been so pushy, but it's been three weeks and you haven't seen your Granddaughter yet. Not even Dad or Grandma has stopped by; I'm feeling a bit like you forgot about me." She laughed nervously. "I get it though, work. Keep saving the world Mommy, I'll see you sometime. Love you." She snapped her phone shut as Chris re-entered the room.

"Who was that?" He asked absentmindedly, gathering their bags and coats.

"Just checking messages." She smiled. He grinned up at her before walking around to the back of her chair and pushing her into the hallway.

"Chris! Give me those!" Melanie laughed, taking most of their bags and piling them onto a cart.

"Thanks." He chuckled gratefully, following her down the hall to the elevator. When they reached the lobby, Chris hugged Melanie tightly and smiled as Gail did the same, minding Abby, still in her lap.

"Is a regular car seat going to be okay? She's so small." Gail asked.

"Yes, as long as you make sure it's snug enough around her body." Melanie nodded.

"Thank you for everything." Chris smiled at her. "Expect Christmas cards."

"I can't wait." She patted his hand lightly. "Now go home! Get out of this God forsaken building. Be free!" She laughed as they slowly moved towards the exit, waving the whole way.

"Bye Mel!" Gail laughed as the doors closed behind her. She turned around and again, her face lit up as she saw Frank straighten up and walk towards them, his arms outstretched.

"Gail!" He called out, his tone light and playful.

"Frankie, old chap!" She spoke with an accent, grinning as he bent down to hug her gently.

"Frankie?" Chris raised an eyebrow.

"Diaz." Frank's face hardened as he stood and shook his hand. "Kidding, Chris. Good to see you." Chris let out a sigh of relief, chuckling. "And look at this little beauty!" He knelt down in front of Gail's chair. "Hello, darling." He gently ran the back of his index finger down the length of Abby's arm, smiling as she squirmed in response. "Gail." He said, amused. "Is she you?"

"Technically, a little bit." Gail grinned.

"No, I'm serious. She looks like someone stole a strand of your hair and grew her in a jar. You're identical." He said, very seriously.

"Did you see how fat I got? She was definitely not grown in a jar." Gail laughed.

"Ah, this is true. But you weren't fat, Gail. You had a bun in the oven." He chuckled, standing again. "Let's get you kids home!"

He helped Gail into the backseat and then stepped aside as Chris buckled Abby very carefully into her new car seat, before climbing into the front himself. Frank was careful to drive slowly and smoothly, not wanting any of the new parents to have a panic attack.

Eventually, they reached home, and Frank waited until they were settled and happy in their love nest before parting.

"You call me if you need anything, got it lady?" He told Gail, hugging her one more time from her place on the couch.

"You just watch, you're gonna regret that!" She laughed. He waved her off and turned to Chris.

"How does it feel to be a man, Diaz?" He straightened up tall and looked Chris in the eyes.

"I was always a man." Chris raised one eyebrow.

"How does it feel to be a man that's no longer just living for himself?" Frank altered, grinning knowingly.

"Terrifying." Chris answered honestly, nodding and exhaling with a smile on his face.

"It gets better." He held out his hand. "Good luck."

"Thanks, Frank." Chris smiled humbly, shaking his hand firmly.

"I expect you to be out for a few weeks, but we do need you back sooner than later." He regretted to say. "Works work, you know?"

"I get it, sir." Chris sighed.

"We'll keep in touch and figure it out, okay?" Frank offered sympathetically. "Now please, protect, and keep that woman of yours happy!" He laughed heartily, before waving goodbye and closing the door behind him.

"Wow." Chris sighed, collapsing onto the couch. "I can't believe it's over." He kissed her on the cheek.

"Oh honey." Gail patted his hand as Abby began screaming from their bedroom. "It's not over. It's not even close to over."