William hurriedly came in while she was sleeping. He quietly dismissed Ronald, who had also dozed off and walked over to where the baby lay. He gently picked him up and sat down in a chair next to Grell.

James made a fuss moving in his arms. He seemed to try and focus where William's face was.

William shushed and rocked him. He brought him closer to his face as he held him. "Quiet, James," he said quietly. He stopped fussing after a bit. He seemed to be okay the change in person. "That's better. Honestly."

Grell woke to the sound of his voice smiling. "Hello handsome."

"How are you feeling?"

"Exhausted. How does he look?"

"Like...like a baby," he replied, looking down at James.

She laughed seeing their child so relaxed. "How do you feel?"

"A little tired from work, but I expect you are more so." He rocked James a little, continuing to look at him. He looked up at Grell. "I apologize for not answering. That I wasn't here."

"I just care that you made it at all." She sat up patting her hand on the bed for him to sit with her.

William got up and sat on the edge of the bed. "I won't disturb you?"

"Of course not. I want both of my boys here with me."

"Are they keeping you overnight?"

"I'm not quite sure. I can sleep at home but, my main concern is James."

"What about James?"

"If he's healthy enough to come home with us." She pet the top of his head leaning her own on William's shoulder.

"He looks healthy enough. I'm sure they would have told you if they had to keep him."

"I wouldn't leave his side." Their little moment was a true dream.

"Of course." James started wriggling making soft cries as if he was searching for something.

"What's wrong my love?" She looked at William a bit more awake than before. "Is it possible he's hungry again?"

"When did you last feed him?

"Before I took a nap right after he was born."

William handed the baby to her. "He's probably hungry then."

She took her letting him feed with an obvious face of discomfort. "He's too small."

"He looks average to me."

"For how big I got, he's too small." She placed her unused hand on her small stomach. "I'm going to work it all off."

"You're not fat," said William. "A little flabby perhaps, but that's to be expected. Don't overdo yourself."

"Still not fit."

"All in good time."

She cradled James seeing the way William looked at him. Even if he wouldn't admit it, he had fallen for the small child.

"I think I see a little of you in him."

"Where? What does he have?"

"Just the general shape of his face."

"That's, oddly specific." She felt him move away spit up. She cleaned him up with her gown handing him back. "Ronald didn't want to hold him until you did."

"You're letting him get to much air," said William.

"What do you mean?"

"When you're feeding him. He's getting too much air and giving him acid reflux...I read about it," he clarified.

"I didn't know I could do that to a baby!" she replied with fright. "She looked at their son stroking his cheek. " I'm so sorry, James. "

"It's normal, from what I read. Don't stress yourself."

She kissed both of their cheeks still a bit on edge before handing James back to William. She watched James fall asleep in his father's arms completely smitten.

"He looks very much alive," William said grimly.

"We don't know just yet. He's about as alive as we are right now."

"If he is to live and grow, how could he be?"

"We still don't know what process happened to have him in the first place. Let's just wait and see what the blood tests say."

"Did they say how long it would take?"

"No but, they took it before I went to sleep." She began to get nervous thinking of what they might have found.

"We'll have to wait then."

William stayed through the night. A nurse came and checked on Grell and the baby routinely. They were to be released, but could stay for the results, which should be soon, they were informed.

Later that day, someone came with the results. "The results of the paternity test has been sent to the counsel already," they said. "The father is..." They took the document out of an envelope and read it, "William T. Spears." William breathed in relief until the person said they also had the results of the other test. "The child is in fact...human." William's heart wrenched at the news, holding his child to his chest a little tighter.

Grell placed her hand on his arm. The millions of thoughts ran through her head. "William... I don't want to give him up."

"As far as we can tell," they continued.

"It's for his own good," William answered Grell lifelessly.

"As far as you can tell, doesn't sound like a definite answer! It sounds like a bunch of bollocks!" Her loud voice made James begin to cry. She took him from his father's arms rocking him gently.

"You scared him," said William, not wanting to relinquish their son as she took him.

She hummed letting him calm down. " William I don't want to lose him at all."

"I know. I don't either, but..." he trailed off, bowing his head in anguish.

"It's harder once we actually have him." She rocked him feeling him much more relax. "I refuse to give him up."

"No we talked about it and agreed, for his health and happiness..."

"I didn't hold him then. I want to do what à good parent would, like you said. I want to give him the world and more... I also will do everything in my power to keep him."

"We don't always get what we want."

"He's what we deserve." She looked at James wanting some kind of time frame. "Two months."

"One week."

"No. And an infant's eye color can take a year to develop."

"And if we give up a baby that has our eyes, we'll be in deep, deep shit." She said not wanting to disturb their son again.

"We'll monitor him and bring him back if….The longer we have him, the harder it will be to…" William got up and turned his back to her.

"I can't William... I- I don't want to let him go." She got up from the bed moving towards him. "I love him too much."

"I said no more. I...I should go to work," he said, going to the door.

Grell stood there crying softly as he left them alone. She had to get to the root of it all. She had to go find Undertaker. She picked up her phone calling Alan asking in for a fudge favour.

"You want me to lie to Mr. Spears?! I can't do that!". Alan exclaimed.

"Don't think of it as a lie. I need you to watch James for just a couple of hours. That man is very easily angered. I need to find Undertaker and find out what he has done to me. I want to know if our son is actually a human." She finished changing as tiny James fussed in his swaddle blanket.

"Grell, that isn't a good idea."

"Please, Alan. I need to know the truth before there's a chance of my son being ripped out of my arms." She picked James kissing his face. "I have to do everything I can to keep him."

"Won't the deserter do the same? What if he kidnaps you again?" A hand with long black nails reached over Grell's shoulder and hung up the phone.

"Looking for me, Rose?" his words hissed in her ears before snatching the infant from her arms. "Rumplestiltskin has come for his payment."