He couldn't feel anything below his chest. It was quite frightening at first. Doctors and Nurses in surgical gowns gathered around him and disappeared behind the surgical green screen that had been assembled at his chest so he couldn't see what was happening. Jackson sat by his head, dressed like the doctors and held his hand tightly. He kept trying to catch Aaron's gaze and keep it. But Aaron was too preoccupied with his surroundings.

It was a sensation Aaron never wanted to experience again. It was like somebody was washing up inside his stomach and it made his skin crawl. The feeling was soon forgotten as he caught sight of the baby- their baby. It was strange to think he'd actually been carrying that baby inside of him, all those months. It wasn't crying? Why wasn't he crying? Panic began to rise in Aaron, didn't babies usually cry at first, that's what he remembered from the TV soaps his step mum had forced him to watch during dinner when he lived with his dad. He turned to Jackson to see him looking just as concerned.

"Jackson. . ." Aaron began panic visible in his voice.

Jackson changed his expression as soon as he heard Aaron. "I'm sure everything's okay." Jackson hoped. "He's okay right?" Jackson asked the doctor.

"We're doing all we can." The doctor simply said, not telling much. "There are a few complications, so I'll have to ask you to leave."

"Don't. . ." Aaron pleaded as Jackson was guided out. The panic was turning into fear. What complications?

"I'll just be outside." Jackson promised, leaving Aaron his smile.

He was met by Chas, Hazel and Paddy in the corridor who near enough pounced on him for information.

"How are they?" Chas demanded. "It's bad isn't it?"

Jackson took a deep breath. "They're doing everything they can. There are complications."

"That's to be expected with this kind of pregnancy." Hazel tried assure only firing more questions and thoughts.

"Oh god. He'll pull through right? Both of them?" Chas rambled on, as Paddy slipped an arm around her.

Jackson just shrugged his shoulders and slumped down on to one of the hard plastic chairs in the hospital. His mouth felt dry and a horrible knot was tight in his stomach as he contemplated the worst scenario. They had to pull through. Aaron looked okay when he left him on the operating table. Not great, but okay. He looked even more exhausted and pitiful if that were possible. But he couldn't get the picture of Freddie out of his head. He looked almost lifeless and so small.

An hour later Aaron was out of surgery and in recovery, while baby Freddie had been taken to intensive care, Jackson stayed with Aaron till he woke. Even though he so desperately wanted to meet their little boy, he couldn't leave Aaron without knowing he was okay. The doctor had explained to them that they had to perform a emergency surgery on him and because the pelvis usually expands more while a woman is pregnant, Aaron's hadn't, and instead it had been fractured due to the intense pressure of being with child. They were going to get Aaron on his feet as soon as possible and home if they could. Jackson knew Aaron wouldn't be happy if he had to stay in hospital for a long period of time and was relieved when the doctor told them a pelvis fracture was quite simple to fix for someone of his age, he would send Aaron home on crutches but because of the operation he had been put through they wanted to keep him in for observation for a few days.

Jackson sat by Aaron's bedside opposite Chas who had insisted on sitting with him, she also wanted to be there when he woke. Chas was perched on the edge of her seat as she nervously bit her finger nails and watched Aaron sleep. Paddy and Hazel were upstairs on the intensive care unit for babies incase there was anymore news on baby Freddie. They were yet to be allowed to see him.

"Hey." Jackson said as Aaron began to wake.

He looked around the room searching for where Jackson's voice had appeared from. "Alright." Aaron croaked. He began to pull himself further up the bed into a more comfortable position but hissed when he tugged on his stitches.

"Easy." Chas said softly a worried expression evident on her face as she placed a slim hand on his arm. "How're you feeling?"

"Tired." Aaron answered, no longer trying to sit up. He looked around the room to see if he could find Freddie in a hospital cot somewhere. Where was he?

"He's in intensive care." Jackson told him as if he read his mind. "He's doing okay at the moment, so don't worry."

Relief flooded through him. He'd thought Freddie had died.

"We can't seem him yet though. Paddy and Hazel are up there now, waiting outside." Jackson continued. "Because he's premature they've got him on a ventilator to help him breathe."

"He's going to be okay, right?" Aaron asked, hoping Jackson would say yes.

He nodded his head. "He will be." He wished.

Jackson had jumped at the chance that night when they were told they were now allowed to see their son. Aaron, however, hadn't.

"I'm tired. I'll go see him tomorrow." Aaron told him. He did look exhausted the past eight months had taken it out of him.

"Okay. I'll take a picture on my phone and show you when I come back." Jackson promised before he left for intensive care.

Freddie looked tiny. He was inside a small plastic hospital cot, hooked up to all sorts of wires and tubes to help him breathe. But he was theirs, all theirs and that was all that mattered. Hazel and Chas had come with him while Paddy kept Aaron company, not that he would be much company to him asleep. Jackson took a tentative step closer to the cot and carefully pushed his hand through the hole at the side, so he could touch Freddie. Ever so gently he lightly rubbed his index finger on the palm of Freddie's tiny hand.

"Hello little guy." Jackson whispered softly. "I'm you're dad."

Chas and Hazel had been watching him interact with the baby quietly as they stood beside him, itching to have their turn.

"And I'm your Nanny Hazel." Hazel chirped no longer able to keep quite.

"And I'm your Nana Chas." Chas told Freddie peering over to him.

"Downstairs your other daddy is sleeping, but he can't wait to see you." Jackson said to Freddie, still rubbing his palm lightly. "Smile. . ." He told his son as he pulled out his phone to take a picture.