Jack, Becca, and Porter spent the entire weekend at the hospital, and on that Tuesday, three days after Porter's scare, they were finally cleared to leave and go home. Porter was given a monitor to track his breathing during his sleep, which was a sigh of relief for his parents. But that didn't mean it was going to make sleeping for them any easier. Nevertheless, they were beyond ready to go home with him.

That morning, Jack had opted to take an infant CPR class, because he realized that as he watched Becca saving their son, he didn't know CPR at all. He wanted to rectify that as soon as possible. What would he do if something were to happen while Becca wasn't around? He wanted to be prepared. Becca was proud of him, and she could relax if she were to ever have to leave Porter with Jack for something. But she couldn't help but wonder… what would she do when she'd go back to work?

As they were preparing to leave, waiting for discharge papers, a nurse came in to remove the wires from the baby. Becca was by Porter's side in an instant, taking his little hand. They locked eyes and she smiled softly, and he gave her that wide smile that always made her fall in love all over again.

"Hi, baby," she whispered. "You're so happy, huh? I sure as hell am now that we can take you home."

After a few minutes, Porter was free, and immediately, Becca brought him into her arms and let out the biggest breath of relief ever. She held him close, cradling the back of his head as she carried him. She nearly started crying now that she had him back. "Oh, finally…" she whispered. "I've got you, baby. I'm here." And now that she had him back in her arms, the first thing she did was find her seat on the nearby sofa, lifted her shirt, and cradled him. When she stroked his cheek, he turned and opened his mouth. Gently, she guided him to her breast. He latched on immediately and began to feed, which relieved Becca all over again. He was feeding like a champ, like he usually did, and his little hand rested on top of his mother's breast. Her thumb found its way into his grasp, and her eyes never left the baby in her arms.

The door opened, and Jack came inside. When he found his fiancée feeding their son—free of wires—and looking blissful for the first time in days, his heart melted and he fell in love with them both all over again. Becca glanced up and smiled at him, and he did the same in return. "Hey," he whispered.

"Hi," she replied.

He made his way over to her and sat down, looking right at their son she held before glancing at her. "You look like you're in heaven again."

"I am," she nodded. "Finally. I missed this so much. I'm so glad I can hold him and feed him again."

He pressed a kiss to her temple just then before resting his head on her shoulder while watching the baby. "I can imagine," he murmured. "I like him better when he's in our arms, not hooked up to a bunch of wires."

"Me, too," Becca agreed. "I mean, I glad he was monitored every second, but I agree, I like him better right here with us."

Jack had a blissful grin on his face as he stroked the back of Porter's head. "He must have been hungry," he chuckled a little.

"Oh yeah," she stated. "He was apparently starving. He's taking huge swallows."

"It also looks like he likes being with you way better than in that crib. Going home makes everyone happy."

"Mmm yes," the woman nodded. "And soon I'll get to curl up in bed and just cuddle him. Cuddle both my boys."

Jack grinned still, and he kissed her. "Sounds perfect. I approve of this idea."

"Good," she let out a giggle. "Not too much longer."

It wasn't long after that when a nurse walked in with discharge papers, which were signed. As soon as that was done, the couple immediately picked up their things and left. Becca had Porter against her chest, using a carrier to baby wear him, while Jack took hold of the car seat with one hand. In the other, he held their new monitor, and the bag with their things was slung over his shoulder. Becca walked close to him, quietly humming to their son. She did this until they got to the car, and once she got the baby secure in the seat, she took her place next to him. Her eyes were to remain on him at all times.

When they finally returned home, they each went to take a shower. Jack went first, because Becca wasn't ready to let go of the infant. Jack was quick, and he came back to keep an eye on Porter while Becca took her turn. When she stepped out of the bathroom, she instantly melted at the sight she found.

There, on the bed, was Jack. He was propped against the pillows, very relaxed and dozing off, and on his chest was their sleeping son, which Jack supported with his arms, just in case. Never before had she seen such a beautiful sight. She approached the bed, trying not to wake them, but Jack wasn't fully asleep so he could hear her and opened his eyes.

"Hey you," he greeted her quietly. "Feel better?"

"So much better," she nodded. "Refreshed."

"Good," he whispered.

She sat on her side of the bed. "Whatcha got there?"

Jack grinned down at their baby boy and pressed a kiss to his little head. "Just the most amazing miracle baby in the world."

She smiled back at him and got closer to lean against him and look at their son. She spoke to him quietly. "You cuddling Daddy? He's comfy, isn't he?" Jack let out a few chuckles at this. Becca then released a happy sigh. "God, he's so cute on you like this. So content and warm."

"It's amazing," he stated happily. He started stroking the baby's back softly, and he glanced down. "Can you believe we made something this perfect?"

"Sometimes, I don't even think he's real. All of this feels like a dream, like I'll wake up to find that it wasn't true."

"Need a pinch?" Jack joked. "But I agree. So surreal."

Becca smiled as she continued to admire their baby. "I've got my boys. My two perfect boys."

Jack returned the smile and craned his neck to give her another soft kiss. "And these boys love you."

She chased his lips after he drew back, landing a few more kisses upon his lips. "I love you, too, Jack. Both of you."

For a moment, Porter started to whine in his sleep, and Becca's heart melted, because it was a sweet, innocent sound. Immediately, Jack rubbed his back and hushed him, and he pressed a kiss to his head again. "Shh, it's okay, little man," he whispered. "Shh."

Becca held her son's little hand as he began to calm down. She smiled as Jack's words soothed their baby, and eventually the little one fell right back to sleep. Her eyes met Jack's. "You're a natural. I love seeing you with him."

"Well, I'm sure he'd rather be with his mama," Jack replied. "For many reasons."

"He still adores his daddy," Becca retorted. "I'll never stop saying that."

"And I'll never stop saying how amazing you are. You'll see what else I have to say when we exchange vows."

Becca beamed at the thought of their upcoming wedding. "God, I can't wait for that," she stated. "You know, we should get crackin' on the planning."

"Yes, I agree," Jack nodded. "Where will we have it."

"Well," she began. "I was thinking we could get married on my parents' property. My sister had her wedding there."

"Whoa, wait, you have a sister?" Jack's eyes shot wide open.

Shit, she thought. She let out a sigh. "Yeah, I do. Her name is Rachel. She's four years younger than me."

"Why haven't you mentioned her before?"

"Because we haven't spoken in over a year and a half," Becca admitted with a sigh. Remorse began to fill her. "Rachel and I were close as kids, but as we grew up and went our separate paths, we grew apart. I went off to med school and she remained here in San Fran. We tried to stay in touch, but it didn't work. After Josh was killed, Rachel wanted so badly to help me, but I wouldn't let her. Hell, I didn't even want my parents helping me, but they're way more persistent. Rachel gave me space and time to grieve. Somehow, she found out my mental state was worsening, and she came to my apartment to talk to me. We argued. She was upset I wasn't letting her help me. I told her I was fine, which made her more upset because she knew I was far from fine. When I couldn't take it anymore, I shut myself in the bedroom and locked her out. It wasn't until I screamed for her to go away when she finally gave up and left. I haven't seen her or spoken to her since."

Jack was still surprised to hear this, and a bit saddened. "I'm sorry to hear that, Becca. I'm sorry, I shouldn't have asked."

"No, Jack, it's okay. You didn't know." She sighed again, looking at her hands in her lap. "She doesn't know about the suicide attempt. Or about this baby, or about you. She knows nothing. Looking back, I realize how stupid that was of me… stupid and selfish."

"Come on, baby don't say that. You were at a low point, it's not like you could really help it."

"Maybe so, but acting out of unnecessary anger? That's stupid."

Jack reached with his free hand to hold hers. "Maybe you should call your sister and meet. Tell her everything. Make amends. You have changed since you last saw her. Maybe she has, too."

"Yeah, you're right," Becca nodded. "I'll do that soon. But right now, all I want to do is cuddle with my boys."

Jack gave her a bright grin and leaned over a bit to meet her lips again. A little noise escaped from Becca's throat as he did. She couldn't help but giggle. Jack began peppering kisses all over her face and she laughed. She had to force herself to quiet down when she remembered the baby with them. Once everything fell quiet, Becca rested her head on Jack's shoulder again, and her hand came up to rest over his on Porter's back. She watched their son with a soft, loving, motherly grin on her face. Jack had the same expression. They both shared the same thoughts, too. They had their son. They were home. They were happy. Neither of them would change it for anything.

Two weeks later, Hope stood in front of the mirror again, looking at herself from the side and sighing as she ran a hand across the underside of her thickening torso. The jeans she was trying to wear were on, but they wouldn't zip or button. Part of her wondered why she even tried anymore. This was the fourth pair of jeans she'd attempted. Might as well give up and wear more leggings. Or invest in maternity pants. Out of frustration, she huffed and stepped away to fetch her leggings. Scott watched from the bed.

"Maybe we can go maternity shopping soon?" he suggested.

"I know," she sighed. "But do I really need full on maternity jeans this early? I'm only eight weeks. Maybe not yet. I'll just wear larger pants until I absolutely have to get maternity jeans. Though I feel like that won't be much longer."

He got to his feet and approached her once she had her leggings on, putting a hand on her arm. "No matter what, you're gorgeous."

"Yeah?" she blushed. "I certainly don't feel it. I feel like roadkill."

"Well, when we get home, I'm pampering you." He pressed a few kisses to her cheek. "Now, are you ready to go?"

She nodded once she fixed her hair. "Do you have the gift?" she asked.

Scott had nearly forgotten, and once she reminded him, he went to the nightstand to retrieve a gift bag with pink tissue paper. The name on the tag was Cassie's. Scott smiled as he approached his girlfriend. "Got it. Ready?"

"Yep," Hope replied, and she switched the keys for the gift, and she walked with Scott to the car. It wasn't long before they were heading to the Paxton household.

They'd texted Maggie and Paxton ahead of time, but only told them that they had something to tell them, and that they had something for Cassie. Nothing more. The Paxton's didn't think much of it, and they gladly invited Scott and Hope to their place. The expecting couple arrived right when they'd said they would, and knocked on the door. Maggie appeared on the other side.

"Hey," she greeted them with a smile, and then she hugged them both. "Long time, no see. Come on in."

After hugging, the couple followed Maggie inside, holding hands, and they found themselves in the living room. Paxton was there to greet them when they got there.

"Hey, guys," he said. "How are you?"

"We're well," Hope replied, though in her mind she wasn't really sure.

"What about you?" Scott asked.

Paxton shrugged. "Can't complain. Can I get you anything to drink? We have wine?"

Hope nearly said yes, but then she remembered the baby, so she kindly refused. Scott did, as well. Paxton went to sit next to Maggie, and the two glanced at Scott and Hope expectantly.

"So," Maggie began. "What did you have to tell us? Is everything okay?" She was eyeing the gift, and she could see Cassie's name on the tag, but she didn't ask about that yet.

Hope faltered a bit, and even more when Scott glanced at her, expecting her to be the one to say it. "Well…" she trailed off. "I, uhm…"

"Hope, if it's personal," the redhead interrupted for a second. "You don't have to say."

"Well, if I don't tell you now, it'll be obvious later on down the road," Hope gave a light chuckle.

"What do you mean?" Paxton asked.

"I mean… I mean I'm pregnant. Scott and I are having a baby."

Maggie gasped immediately and smiled. "Are you really?"

Hope nodded. "Yeah. Not exactly in our plan, but it's happening. I'm due in May."

"Oh, congratulations!" the other woman exclaimed. Meanwhile, Paxton was looking at Scott with a face that clearly said of course, you couldn't keep your damn pants on.Nonetheless, he smiled, congratulating the two as Maggie had.

"Thanks," Scott smiled back at them, taking Hope's hand and squeezing.

"Thank you," Hope said. "It was not expected, that's for sure."

"How far along are you?" Maggie asked.

"Eight weeks. It's early but we wanted to tell people before it became too obvious."

Scott smiled at his girlfriend, and then he remembered the gift between them. "Oh, and this is for Cassie," he explained, putting the gift on the coffee table. "It's our way of telling her."

"That's very sweet of you," Maggie grinned and checked the watch on her wrist. "And you're just in time, because she should be home any minute."

Sure enough, not couple minutes went by before the front door opened, and a little girl's voice called out into the house. "Mommy! Jim! I'm home!"

"Hey, Cassie, some people are here to see you," Paxton called back in response.

Her footsteps got louder as she ran to the room hurriedly. When eyes fell upon her father and Hope there, she squealed. "Daddy! Hope!"

Scott immediately stood up and ran to meet her in a hug. "Hey, Peanut! Surprise!"

She hugged him tight, giggling gleefully, and when she was let go, she went to Hope, climbing on the couch and hugging her, as well. "Hi, Hope!"

Hope chuckled as she brought her arms around the little girl. "Hey, you. Good to see you."

Scott grinned and went to sit next to Cassie, who still held onto Hope. The man pecked his daughter's cheek. "Were you surprised?"

"Oh, yes!" the girl nodded excitedly. "I'm so happy you're here!" Then, her eyes fell upon the gift bag. "What's that?"

"That, Peanut, is something for you," Scott winked.

Cassie gasped and her eyes lit up. "For me? But it's not my birthday or Christmas!"

"It's still something very special," Hope added.

"Can I open it?" Cassie asked eagerly.

Scott leaned forward to bring the gift to her. "Of course. Go ahead."

Her little hands went right to work, quickly sifting through a bunch of tissue paper until she found what was really waiting inside for her: an article of clothing. She proceeded to pull it out of the bag, and it was revealed that it was a t-shirt. It was pink, of course, and the way it was folded made it clear that it had a design on the front. When she unfolded it to see, she found the words in big letters across the front. She looked at it with puzzled eyes, tilting her head. When she glanced back up, she saw all the adults smiling at her.

"What does it say?" Paxton asked her.

"It says…" Cassie began, but stopped for a second to read the words. "It says 'World's Best Big Sister' on it."

"Yeah?" Scott gave her a knowing look.

The little girl's nose crinkled in confusion. "But… I don't have sisters or brothers."

"Not yet, anyway," her father winked at her.

It took another moment before Cassie's eyes went wider than saucers. The first thing she did was glance to her mother. "Mommy, are you gonna have a baby?!"

Maggie giggled and shook her head. "No, I'm not." She then glanced to Hope with a bit of a smirk.

Cassie caught on and whipped her head toward the woman beside her. "Hope, are you having a baby?!"

Hope couldn't hold back her chuckle, and then she nodded, letting a hand rest on her belly. "Yeah, I am."

"You're gonna be a big sister, Cassie!" Scott exclaimed.

Hearing this sent the young girl into a happy fit of squealing and bouncing around as she lunged forward to hug her father first. Afterward, she ran over to Hope and hugged her, too. She jumped up and down with excitement. "I'm so happy!" Cassie giggled, putting her hands on Hope's belly. "There's a baby in here!"

"That's right, Peanut," her father nodded.

"When is the baby coming? Is it a boy or a girl? Does the baby have a name?" She just continuously fired away with questions, almost too fast for them to keep up with.

"Easy there, Peanut," Scott chuckled, reaching down to tousle the young girl's hair. "You're gonna have to wait a little while before the baby comes, but time flies, so it'll be here before you know it."

"We also don't know if it's a boy or a girl," Hope added. "But we'll know very soon."

"I want a sister!" Cassie exclaimed. "But if I get a brother, I'd like that, too."

The adults laughed sweetly at her remarks. Hope was especially smiling since Cassie kept particularly close to her belly. Her little hands never seemed to leave it, and she'd even press her cheek against it. She was so sweet with this kid already. She then sat up and crawled to Scott when a question popped into her head.

"So, Daddy, you kissed Hope's belly and that's how my brother or sister got there?"

"Exactly," Scott was very glad Cassie remembered what he'd told her about where babies came from, and he winked. "You're exactly right." He then smiled and picked her up playfully. "So, what do you think? You excited?"

"Yes!" she nodded quickly, excitedly. "I can't wait! I'm gonna be the best big sister ever!"

"Oh, we can already tell," Maggie added with a grin. "Better practice a lot with your dolls."

"I'm gonna start tonight after dinner!" the young girl said happily. After finishing her sentence, she crawled out of Scott's lap to go and give Hope another hug. "I love you." Then, she bent down to peck Hope's tummy. "And I love you, baby."

Hope smiled down at this, allowing her fingers to run through the girl's hair. "I know he or she already loves you, too… so much."

"Really?" this made Cassie smile wider than ever. "I'm so excited!"

"We're glad you are," the pregnant woman said kindly. "We are, too."

After that, Cassie snuggled close to the woman, her arms wrapped around Hope's belly, where her little sibling rested. Hope's mind began to fill with images of Cassie with her future baby sibling. She kept thinking of how sweet the little girl would be with this baby, and it made her view on the whole thing a little bit better.

Meanwhile, Cassie was daydreaming, too. She imagined that the baby was already there, able to play and laugh with her. But she knew she'd have to be patient for that. Babies took time to grow, but Cassie promised herself she'd be able to wait. It would be hard, though, but she'd definitely try, and that's all anyone could ask of her.

Scott and Hope returned home after having a bite to eat with the Paxton family, and the first thing Hope did was get into one of Scott's t-shirts and a pair of her underwear before crawling into bed, slumping onto the pillow. She hated feeling so fatigued all the time. Scott was by her side within a few seconds, rubbing her back.

"You okay?" he asked.

"I am," she nodded. "Just tired, and I hate it. But I'm happy."

He offered a soft smile. "She was so excited and happy."

"Oh, definitely. She's such a sweetheart. I can't wait to see her with this baby."

"Mmm yeah? Neither can I. It'll be worth the wait."

"Mmm," she nodded again, and she let her eyes fall closed.

After a few seconds, Scott bit his lip. "Hey, babe?" he said quietly, and it made her open one eye and glance up at him. "Do you mind if I call the guys? We still haven't told them."

She shrugged. "Sure, go ahead." Her eyes fluttered shut again.

Scott grinned and pulled out his phone, dialing Luis' number quickly. Luis was quick to pick up. "Yo, Scotty!"

"Hey, Luis," Scott spoke as he turned on the speaker.

"Hey, whaddup, bro? We haven't heard from you in, like, forever!"

"I know," the other man said. "Things have been kind of crazy. But anyway, I'm calling because I have to tell all three of you something. Go get Dave and Kurt, and put it on speaker."

Luis obliged, and he could be heard calling for the other two guys, who noisily entered the room and nearly yelled into the speaker when greeting their friend. Luis quieted them down. "Hey, shut up, Scotty has to tell us something. Go ahead, bro."

Scott stifled his chuckle, shaking his head. "All right, I'm just calling to tell you guys that you're going to be uncles soon."

"What? Uncles?" Luis questioned. "Yo, is Maggie pregnant?"

Even this made Hope laugh. Scott shook his head, chuckling again, as well. "No, she's not."

"Then what do you mean?" Scott's former cellmate asked in confusion.

Kurt could be heard scoffing. "He means Hope is pregnant. Why else would Scott be the one to call and tell?"

"What?! No way!" Luis was going insane, as was Dave.

"Are you for real, man?" Dave asked. "Are you really having a baby with Hope?"

"Yeah, I'm for real," Scott laughed. "Like I said, you three are gonna be uncles."

"Congrats, man!" Luis shouted gleefully. "When's the baby coming?"

"In May. Hope's only eight weeks, so it's early, but I wanted to tell you guys because you should know."

There was a ton of commotion on the other end. Scott and Hope listened, shaking their heads and trying not to laugh. Hope rolled her eyes a few times in amusement. She watched and listened as Scott spoke with his friends a little longer before finally managing to end the conversation, quiet coming to the room for once. Scott could only laugh before snuggling close to his girlfriend and wrapping an arm around her.

"They're happy," he stated.

"No, really?" Hope's voice oozed with teasing sarcasm. "I'm glad they are."

Scott kissed her gently. "Don't worry, I'll make sure they stay tamed about the whole thing."

"Good," she laughed. "But anyway, yeah, I'm glad they're pleased."

"Me, too. I'm glad that everyone knows now. No secrets to keep."

"Mmm yes," she nodded. By then, she was beginning to drift off.

Scott decided that it was enough conversation for the night, so he turned off the light and went right back to cuddling her, finding that she was already sleeping. He felt bad, knowing how she hated being so sleepy all the time. But he was pleased that she was getting rest; he'd been worrying about her overworking herself, but so far, since he was there to help ease whatever stress she had, things were going smoothly. She seemed to be much better about the whole baby thing, and that made him very happy. He went to sleep thinking about this, and it put a smile on his face. As he drifted, his hand found its way to her belly, and there it rested, as if protecting the baby they'd made together.

It was finally safe to say that things were okay once again. Everyone was happy again.