"Do we have to keep him? Can't he go somewhere else?" A small Quinn Raydor leaned her head against her mother as the woman breastfed her son, "He's so loud."

Sharon stroked her son's soft hair, "He's your brother, of course we're keeping him."

The toddler pouted as she made puppy-dog eyes up at her mother, "I'm a baby."

"You will always be my baby, you both will. However, you're a big sister now and big sisters have a very important job to do in regards to their baby brothers."

"Like?"

"You must teach him how to be a good little brother." Sharon nodded slowly.

Quinn perked her head up after a few moments, just watching the infant, "What's he doing now?"

"He's eating."

"Gross."

"You ate the same way when you were this small. Babies like their mother's milk in order to help them get big and strong." The woman looked to her daughter, "It keeps him from getting sick as well."

The girl looked somewhat confused, "Why I don't drink it no more?"

"Because you're already big and strong, not to mention that you can eat other things too now. Samuel can only drink milk."

Quinn scrunched her face in thought, "He can have bottles. Babies drink bottles."

"That's true. However, it's what's in the bottle that counts." Sharon hummed her amusement as her son finished feeding, gently removing him from his suckle, and covering her exposed breast, "Now, what would you like for supper, sweetheart?"

Rusty walks alongside his niece as she rides her tricycle next to him, "You're doing a great job, Harp."

"Thanks, Uncle Rusty." Harper grins, her purple helmet causing her head to look as if it's three times the size it actually is, "It's not fast enough."

"That's my girl."

She grunts as she pedals, "Can I have a new bike?"

He shrugs, "I can't see why not. Besides, you're a big sister now. That's something to celebrate, right?"

Harper nods, "I wanted a sister though." She continues to pedal as quickly as she can, which wasn't entirely easy as they were going on a slightly uphill slope.

"Brothers aren't bad. It's like us. Your mom and your Uncle Sam, then there's me. I'm the little brother." Rusty folds his arms as he walks, "Would you like it if one of them were mean to me?"

She shakes her head, "I'm not mean to him. I just wanted a sister. I love my baby brothers."

He chuckles, "I forgot you were older than Finn."

"Four minutes." Harper giggles, holding up four fingers. She stops attempting to pedal. "I'm tired now."

Rusty nods, "I can tell. How about I ride us home?"

"How?"

Rusty places his foot on the back step of the tricycle, holding onto the handlebars and positioning her hands to do the same, "All passengers, please keep your hands and feet inside the vehicle at all times." He fixes her feet so they won't be hurt by the spinning pedals, "And away, we go." He uses the tricycle as a scooter, pushing his way toward the apartment, squeals of delight coming from the girl below him.

"Quinn, come here a moment." Sharon folded her arms, looking to the baby in front of her. When she saw her four-year-old daughter appear in the doorway, she continued, "Is there something you want to tell me about?"

Quinn shook her head, "No, why?"

"Well, I came in here to get your brother because he had awoken from his nap and I find that someone, or something, has used marker on his face." She motions to the baby, "Do you know who could have done that?"

"A ghost."

"Really?"

"Yep. I saw him. He was a tall ghost with a hat. He was nice though." Quinn nodded, "He waved to me and said he wanted Sam to be a clown when he grew up. So I waved back and said okay."

"And did he tell you what he wanted you to be?" Sharon was amused with her daughter's story, hearing the girl out before reprimanding her.

"A princess...and they don't paint their faces."

"An answer for everything." She rolled her eyes, "Okay, Quinn, I know it wasn't a ghost."

"Then maybe it was Daddy." The girl moved closer to the woman, "Maybe he wanted to see the baby."

It shouldn't have, but it struck something in Sharon at the time, "Go sit in time out so that you can give yourself some time to get your story straight, please." She answered softly, when the girl is ready to protest, she points to the hall, "Go, Quinn."

Finn slowly assembles a puzzle, usually a tough one for someone his age, he always loves to do them.

"How many pieces does this one have?" Andy sinks onto the sofa near the boy, knowing his love of a challenge.

"A hundred." He nods, showing the man one of the pieces between his chubby fingers, "See how little?"

"I do. That's great, Finn." The man grins, picking his head up when he hears the bathroom door open and steam seep out, "How'd it go?"

Sharon tilts her head from side to side, "I'm still uncertain how I got so soaked." She makes a face, looking down at her clothing, "Rhys loves the water though. Calmed him right down." She beams to her grandson in her arms, "Rusty and Harper still out?"

Andy nods, "I imagine they'll be home any time now." He clears his throat a little, "How's Quinn?"

The woman's smile falters ever so slightly, "She's...how I was when Samuel was born...not as bad. She does feedings and I couldn't even do that, but..." Sharon sighs, "I just wish Tate was able to..."

"Yeah, it's that whole back to school ramp up, poor guy."

"And I know he hates it, but..." She shakes her head, "I just wish he could have taken the paternal leave that they allow fathers now."

Andy motions to the baby, "Did you want to go change? I can keep an eye on him."

"With one arm? Quinn and I wear the same size, I'll borrow something comfortable of hers."

"Does she have those yoga pants? I...I think you could work with those." He waves his eyebrows.

Sharon rolls her eyes, turning away from him and opening the door to her daughter's room. She sees the young woman's figure lying on the bed, her back to the door. "Quinn, are you awake?" She walks in more, noticing that she is. "Rhys had a bath...did a great job."

"Tate wanted to do it." Quinn mumbles, her voice void of emotion.

"I know, sweetheart, but he was starting to smell like spoiled milk and Tate has been rather busy as of late. I didn't want him to have to worry about it." She pats her daughter's foot through the sheet before gently lying the baby down onto the bed.

She doesn't look to the baby, watching her mother, "Is he hungry?"

Sharon picks her wrist up, looking to her watch, which she removed to bathe the infant. She rubs her wrist, "Not for another couple of hours, I believe."

Quinn licks her lips before speaking again, "Then why are you-"

"Would you mind if I borrowed a shirt and some...comfortable pants from you?"

"You live down the hall."

"Yes, I'm aware, but I didn't want-"

Quinn blinks, "It's fine."

Sharon nods, offering the young woman a simple smile as a sign of gratitude, "Now, do you have something called yoga pants?"

Tate looked to his girlfriend's father as he passes him in the hall of the hospital, "Mister Raydor, I'm surprised to see you here."

Jack shook his head, "Just Jack." He offered the young man his hand, "Congratulations, son. How's it feel to be a father now?"

"I was before. This one is just biological." He nodded, folding his arms, "It's the best feeling in the world though."

He watched the young man, noticing he didn't accept the handshake, "Great looking kid, anyhow."

"I agree, sir."

"It is a lot to have on your plate though...so soon after starting the relationship." Jack slid his hands into his pockets, "Don't you think?"

"Sometimes, I think, some things are just meant to be. One person is supposed to be with another person, no matter how they meet or the pasts they have. I like to think Quinn and I are two of those people...and I'm supposed to be a father to the twins. I'd give my life for her and for any of my children. There's no question about it. I'd rather die than to be separated from them...or do them wrong." Tate blinked, focusing his eyes on that of the man in front of him.

He knew that was for him. He knew that's where this young man was going with his statement. Jack chuckled to break the tension, "Well, I better be going then. It was good seeing you, son."

"The feeling is mutual."

"I'll be by to see you when you get the boy home." He started to walk away from the young man.

Tate nodded, "We'll all be waiting, sir."

Harper excitedly walks into the apartment, "Andy, you should have been there. Uncle Rusty and I went so fast. He said he's buying me a big big girl bike. Can you believe it?"

Andy chuckles, wrapping his well arm around the girl when she climbs onto the sofa, "I can't wait to see how fast you can go."

"Oh, I can go fast. I like to go fast." The girl nods, then hops off the sofa, "I'm all sweaty."

"So fast she sounds like she's on speed at the moment." Rusty nods, holding the girl's helmet by the straps

Sharon smiles, hearing the interaction. She loves seeing her grandchildren with Andy Flynn. There is just something about the man that just draws children to him. His best friend no different. She rubs the infant's back as he sleeps in a sling wrapped around her body, "Harper, be excited a little softer, please." She reads through a take-out menu opened on the countertop in the kitchen.

"Sorry, Gigi." Harper whispers loudly toward the woman, then looks to her uncle, "Can I take a bubble bath?"

"Sure." Rusty nods, "Go get your after bath outfit." He watches as the girl runs to her room. Rusty walks to the kitchen, "Thought I saw Lieutenant Provenza parking while we were getting in. Wanted to get up here so I could warn you before he got up here."

"Thank you." Sharon smiles to him, reaching out to ruffle the young man's hair, "Did you want something special for dinner?"

He shakes his head, folding his arms as he leans against the counter, "Are you okay?"

"Why does everyone keep asking me that? Sam earlier, then Andy, then you."

Rusty shrugs, "You look tired is all."

"I'm not wearing any makeup and...is it that obvious?" She tucks a piece of hair behind her ear, "I'm sorry, sweetheart."

"It's okay." He shakes his head, "Quinn still isn't-"

"No, and Tate's busy. I know he hates it, but...I can only take so much time, know what I mean? Though, I suppose I have a bit more standing where my job is concerned as opposed to his so it's easier for me to take time without many repercussions." Sharon sighs, "I remember taking care of a newborn was difficult when I was younger, I never thought I'd have to do it again."

Rusty huffed a soft laugh, "I don't have school tomorrow and there's nothing coming up at the moment. How about I take baby duty tonight so you can get some sleep?"

"Honey, I couldn't ask you to-"

"I've done it before when Quinn was banged up...and that was with twins, remember? You were called out to a scene." He grins, "Besides, you've been hogging him...and he's been hogging you."

Sharon nods slowly, wrapping her arm around the young man's shoulders and pulling him in for a careful hug, "Thank you for your honesty."

"It's all I have to give." Rusty nods, then motions to the infant in the sling around her, "Or you can go take a quick nap now. That way you won't have to deal with Lieutenant Provenza."

"Quinn and Lieutenant Provenza have a...relationship of sorts. I can't explain it, but they don't think I know about it. He will probably want to see her...and he may be able to talk to her a bit."

"A relationship?" The young man offers a face of some disgust, teasing mostly.

"No, nothing like that." Sharon sighs, shaking her head, "I can't explain it, honey. It's just a great friendship."

"Well, friendship is a much better word to use instead of relationship." Rusty teases her.

"You're back." The young woman adjusted her posture in the hospital bed.

"Well, when you say it like that, I don't feel very welcomed." Louie Provenza approached the bed, hands lazily at his sides.

Quinn smiled ever so slightly through her bruised face, "Where's Mom?"

"Resting, hopefully. She's spread thin with you and work and the kids. It can get to a person. Luckily, Rusty is there to help as well as Sam when he can." He looks to her face, more yellow than the day before, he believes. "So, how you feeling, kid?"

"Have you any idea how many times I'm asked that a day?" She blinks, "I'm so high right now, I'm not even sure my eyes are open. Are my eyes open?"

"They are."

"Good." Quinn swallows the extra saliva collecting in her mouth, amused, "They tried to give me green jello today."

"Oh? How did that go?" Provenza notices that she's taken hold of his hand as he stands there through the slots of the bedrail. He gently rubs the back of her hand with his thumb, resting the other against the railing.

"I argued with them that I had a feeding tube and wasn't allowed anything by mouth." She takes a moment, "Turns out they had the wrong room...the wrong person. Would have had a lawsuit on our hands, but that's just the lawyer's daughter side coming out of me."