Ring. Ring.

The sound of the telephone abruptly woke Lyla up from her sleep. The first thing she noticed was Louis' strong hands covering her body. She stole a glance of his face. He was still sleeping soundly. The irritating noise that was responsible for waking her up didn't seem to bother him at all. She didn't even pick up the phone. She figured maybe he'd be awake if she moved to pick up the phone that was on the other side of the bed.

Beep. "This is New York's Children Hospital," a woman said.

Lyla's heart skipped a beat. Suddenly she felt her body temperature rising. The hospital? Evan!

"We have a message for Lyla Novacek," the woman continued.

Lyla was panicking. She had to think on how she was going to pick up the phone. She needed to pick up the phone and she can, but Louis looked so peaceful in his sleep. She didn't have the heart to wake him up. If she climbed out of the bed, there's a lot of chance that he might wake up. Alright Lyla, just get up slowly. She carefully picked Louis' hand and put it away from her body. Yes! It's done. Now I just have to get up and…

"Ouch!" Great! That's just great! Her worst fear this morning finally made its entrance. When she was finally thought she could escape without waking Louis up, well, again she got it all wrong.

First of all, her leg suddenly tripped over Louis'. Then she fell from the bed and then her head collided with the end table, which successfully forced her to scream in pain.

"Ouch!" she squeaked again.

The now-so-wide-awake Louis immediately jumped out of the bed and reached for Lyla. "Lyla? What…"

"The phone!" she exclaimed. "Pick up the phone!

"It's about your son, Evan Taylor…" the woman said, clearly unaware by the chaos that was happening in the room.

Louis promptly ran towards the phone and picked it up. "Hello?"

Lyla continued to stare at Louis. She waited for his reaction, any reaction. But he didn't give her the satisfaction. She couldn't tell whether everything was okay or not because he didn't show any emotion.

If he was shocked, he didn't show it. If he was thrilled, he didn't show it either! Come on, Louis. What's wrong? Is everything okay? Is he awake? Give me a hint, here!

"Thanks," he said in a simple tone. He let out a big sigh after he hung up, making her mind even more curious than before. His eyes were serious and slowly, he walked towards her who was still lying on the floor. He reached for her hand and picked her up. "Lyla," he said in an alarming tone.

"What?" she whispered.

"I have a bad news and a good news," he whispered back. "The bad news is that…um…" he bit his lips.

Lyla closed her eyes tightly. Oh, no! No! No! No! This isn't happening! He's fine! He's fine!

Louis looked at her mischievously and said, "Well, the bad news is that…you…need to work on your landing. It's not so smooth, you know."

Lyla opened her eyes and look at him confusingly. "Huh?"

"And the good news is," he continued without explaining to her what the hell was he talking about. He put his palms on her arms and said, "August. He's awake!"

"He's awake?" she asked. She had to confirm what she just heard. She heard right, right?

"Yes! That's what the hospital said!" he said excitedly.

Lyla couldn't believe her ears. That was the best news she heard this morning. And it was still in the morning! Evan is awake! This means that I can finally see him again. "Oh my God, he's awake! He's awake!" Lyla found herself in Louis arms again.

He's been hugging her since yesterday. And she was beginning to worry if she might become addicted to his hug, his scent, his voice.

Wait a minute! Didn't he just…? Lyla pushed herself away from Louis and hit his arms.

"Ouch!" he exclaimed. "What was that for?"

"Don't you ever do that again!" she said. "You scared me to death; I thought something bad happened to Evan!"

Her anger faded immediately after Louis' mouth curved up into a half-smile. He always had that effect on her. Never mind. One day, you'll pay for this Mr. Connelly.

"I'm sorry," he flashed his famous crooked grin. "I shouldn't have done that. I mean, the way you were looking at me when I answered the telephone, I might as well have some fun."

She nodded her head sarcastically. "Oh, really? I'm glad you're entertained," she pointed at her head.

He rubbed her bumped head and said softly, "I'm sure we're gonna be wet with tears when we see August today, so I wanna see you all lit up when you hear he's fine," he chuckled. "With a little gimmick, of course."

"Well, congratulations," she said. "It worked."

The morning started with a vibe of happiness. Knowing that their son had finally awakened from his surgery brought them a feeling they couldn't even describe in words. They had a quick breakfast. Lyla did the cooking while Louis took care of their coffees.

He gave her an amuse look when he saw the contents of the refrigerator. Everything was fully stocked. There were meats, seafoods, vegetables, and dairy products…almost everything.

"What?" she asked when he looked at her incredulously. "I happen to like food."

Once they were ready, they went outside and Louis hailed a cab. "We really need to get ourselves a car," he murmured.

Their excitement to see their son slowly turned into curiosity when there were news reporters flocking around the hospital. They began to panic when the reporters started circling around them once they were spotted.

Louis put his arm around Lyla's waist protectively. His then-curiosity turned into anger when the reporters took photographs of them, pointing their microphones at their mouths and asked ridiculous questions.

"Are you two together?"

"Why did you released August Rush for adoption and suddenly want him back?"

"Is it because now he's well-known?"

"How do you feel about your son's condition?"

"Is he dead?"

They didn't say anything and focused themselves on how they were supposed to get into the hospital.

Lyla held up her hands, wanting to keep them away. This is crazy! Come on, Lyla! It's only a few steps away. You can do this! Fortunately for them, there were security guards who were willing to help them out. "What was that?" she asked, terrified.

"I have no idea," he said after gave a quizzical look at the reporters outside. "You alright?"

"Yeah, I'm fine." she looked at Louis. "How long is this gonna last?" she pointed outside.

He shook his head hopelessly. "Come on."

Evan Taylor who recently took the name of August Rush was waiting longingly for his parents to show up. He knew that his search for them had finally paid of.

He considered his mother as the most beautiful woman he ever seen in his life. She had a classic, elegant look that matched her soul as a cellist. The way she looked at him for the first time, he knew that she always loved him. He couldn't wait to be in her arms and tell her that he had always kept her dearly in his heart.

Then, there was his father. He would've never guessed that he had found his father before the concert. The way he talked, played and the way he wore his clothes, Evan assumed that his father was full of energy and spirit, a rebel with heart. He couldn't wait to play again with him. Louis was everything he imagined his father would be.

He couldn't wait to tell them his entire journey from the places he'd been, the people he'd met, the music he heard. Every single thing.

He smiled, thinking that all this time…he was right. He used to imagine that what he heard came from his parents. But it was not just an imagination, it was the truth.

Every sound he heard was the harmony of two music genres. Classical and rock. Cello and guitar. The mix of both sounds was absolute perfection.

The door cracked open. He saw the two people he had been waited for his whole life. It didn't matter why they were separated in the first place. It didn't matter what caused their separation. It didn't even matter that he had spent most of his life in the orphanage.

What important was now.

They're here. They heard him. He knew that all this time, they wanted him as much as he wanted them.

Their presence had proven it. They're a family.

Finally.