'Can I go and see Jonah?' Chris inquired with a slightly tear stained face.

Flo was so confused, she had no idea what was wrong and felt completely, out of it. Cesca had been through so many emotions in the last hour, it was unreal. Chris passed Roary to Cesca, as Cesca explained where to go.

Chris crept into Jonah's room, he appeared to be asleep, so he just sat by his bedside in pure silence. Cesca took Flo up to the cafe and they sat there.

'What's wrong with him Ces'? Flo said with utmost sincerity.

'He's gonna need your support baby'

'Cesca tell me.'

'Well, he was hysterical, he could barely speak, it was horrible to watch, I literally couldn't believe it, he was hurt Flo, his own father hurt him.'

'Like, physically?'

'I don't know'

Both girls had tears streaming down their faces, whatever Chris had gone through no child should have to endure that. Ever.

…

They walked down, to the room, they both had blank faces. They stopped and peered through the glass they could hear Chris speaking

'Jonah I am going to tell you something and I want you to listen. The way you look at Roary, a look of pure devotion. I never had that. Instead I sat in my bed at night waiting for the door to open, his eyes set upon me, like a lion in a cage upon pray. To him I wasn't a son, I was a human punch bag. As he let his anger out on me, I did nothing. Just gritted my teeth and learned to bare with the pain. As his fist punch secreted into my chest. The searing pain ripped through my body. The punches got harder. The bruises got bigger, and the pain became unbearable. My mother didn't know. 'Oh Chris love how did you do that?' My dad would butt in. 'You fell of your bike didn't you son' I nodded in shame and fear. I loved my mother, but how was she so naïve. A couple of times, he would enter my room with his belt. The feeling when the belt whipped my back was nothing compared to the thought of a father beating up his own son. I couldn't help but think, I was doing something wrong? Was there something so fundamentally wrong with me, that my dad felt the need to punish me.'

Jonah's eye lids slowly parted. 'It's alright mate'

This was how 'men' settle such matters.

Flo heard it all outside the door. She burst in in tears, and flung her arms round her boyfriend. She cried into his hair. 'I'm sorry baby, I'm so sorry'

'I'm sorry too' It was an emotional roller coaster for the young couple. Cesca came in with Roary and gave a weak smile at the teary reunion.

It was 3am, and the day had been surreal.

…

They all awoke to the sound of a baby crying, the sound pierced through their ear drums. Cesca was the first to awake, as she darted to the car seat. Little Roary stopped crying and peered back at his mum with his big brown eyes.

'What was all that crying for eh little man' Cesca sighed as she bent down and picked Roary up.

She looked around the room. Jonah still laying in the same position, his sickness had passed and was slowly on the road to recovery. Chris was sat in the chair, Flo was sat on his lap. He was sure to have dead legs when he woke up after having a flopped six month pregnant girlfriend sprawled across him. Flo's head was buried in the crook of Chris' neck.

Cesca rocked Roary gently in her arms as she sat at the end of Jonah's bed. Cesca was hoping that soon Jonah could go home, she hated hospitals. It wasn't the best environment for a baby to stay. But she didn't want to leave Jonah on his own.

Flo stretched her arms and stood up, they all had massive bags under their eyes, yesterday had been awful and everyone was drained to the point of exhaustion. The atmosphere in hospitals was so depressing, but little Roary brightened it up with his adorable smiles and giggles. They were all utterly overtired but still managed to keep their head up.

Jonah sat up it felt so good to be sitting up after such a long time of laying flat on his back staring at the white ceiling. Chris then woke up. There was a sense of awkwardness filling the room, after last night, Chris had told people his secret that nobody knew, but then Jonah broke the silence by saying 'Soooooo, who's feeling reem?' Before letting out a cheeky smile.

Cesca gave Roary to Jonah.

'I'm not' Cesca flopped onto the bed, killing Jonah's knees in the process.

'You are aren't you, your uber reem!' Jonah stared at his son. He had sure missed holding his son. There was nothing more beautiful than the unconditional love shred between father and son.

The nurse knocked on the door 'Hey guys, rough night was it?'

Everyone looked at her as if to say 'You have no idea what kind of night we had'

'Good news, Jonah's test have come back and he can go home this afternoon, earlier than planned!'

'Oh yes and the Kingreem, shall reign once more'

Everyone laughed, something the families hadn't done for a while.