"Conlon!"

Tommy looked up from his desk and his notebook, sighing at the guard that stood in front of his cell. All he wanted to do with his time was sit and wait it out, his only thought that of his release date. With a sigh, he stood and took off his sling, not wanting to be perceived as weak to the other prisoners. "What's this about," he asked, moving past the guard once he was handcuffed.

"Legal has some paperwork for you," the guard said simply, Tommy's brow furrowing slightly.

He was taken to a private interview room where the detainment center conducted their inside investigations, seeing the facility coordinator waiting for him. "The outside world has sent in some pertinent paperwork that you should look over," the woman said, sliding a manila envelope to him. Tommy opened it and looked down at the birth certificate, his throat feeling tight. "He was, uh, he was born two weeks ago? An entire month early? Is he okay? Is she okay," he asked, looking up at the coordinator. The woman swallowed and sighed, "I'm truly not supposed to be saying anything… But yes, he is okay- healthy and at home. Your wife too. He's beautiful, Mr. Conlon."

Tommy looked at the picture of his namesake, seeing how tiny he was and how much they favored each other. "Jesus Christ," he whispered, his eyes burning with unshed tears. The woman handed him a pen and gestured to the birth certificate for Thomas Alexander, his father staring down at the paper. "This is the closest I get to holding him…" Tommy signed the certificate and sighed, letting his fingers run over the hand and footprints there.

He gave both the picture and the paperwork back to the coordinator and stood, beginning to walk away before looking over his shoulder at the woman.

"If you see my wife after this, tell her that I love her, alright?"

"Sure Tommy."

Jen laughed as she began to fill the cake pans with batter, her daughter and many nieces dancing behind her as Antoinette sang loudly to appease them. Tess was simply shaking her head, poking her head out of the window to shout at her husband and Jen's brothers, "Hey! Check on those hamburgers and stop goofing off with the baby!"

Brendan grinned as he tossed Alexander in the air one more time before rolling his eyes, looking at Salvatore and Paddy. "Look at you old men, swapping war stories and telling lies," he said, moving to the grill. These family get togethers had become more common since Alexander's birth, everyone wanting to spend as much time with him as possible. No matter all of the drama that they had gone through, the fact that they had come out of it together made them much stronger than Jen had ever imagined they could be.

She walked outside with a case of beers for the guys, offering one to Paddy, "How are we feeling today Pop?" He laughed and shook his head, holding up a bottle of water proudly. "We're feeling good Jenny. Damn good…"

The kids all ran outside as Jen's brothers began tossing a football, all wanting in on the action.

With a smile, she returned to cooking, her sister-in-laws bustling in and out of the house with food to feed a small army. Taking a step back to watch everything, she smiled at how warm her home was and the love that was exuded there, happy that her kids would be surrounded by love regardless of the situation they found themselves in. Just like he had said, everyone had surrounded Jen and their children, doing whatever it took- going above and beyond to make sure that they were taken care of, that Tommy's one wish was seen to.

Once the food was cooked, everyone moved outside to eat, leaving Jen to feed Alexander in private before she joined them. As she sat, the doorbell rang and she looked outside, seeing a black car that she had never seen sitting on the street. "Wonder who's come to visit," Jen said, fixing herself before moving to the door with the baby in her arms.

"Hi Mrs. Conlon. Its nice to see you again," J.J. Riley said, smiling as he held a large bouquet of blue daisies. "Congratulations on the baby."

She was shocked to see him and found herself at a loss for words, moving to open the door. "Uh, thank… you. Please, come in," Jen said, the man moving into the living room. She took the flowers and set them in an empty vase on the end table before looking at him, unsure of what to make of his presence. "How are you Jen? And how is the family, the baby," he asked easily, looking around at the pictures of Tommy and his family on the walls. Jen looked down at Alexander and swallowed, forcing a half-smile, "I'm okay- happy. The kids are good and Shane brought home the gold in his last wrestling tournament. Henry and Dakota will start school next year, so it'll just be me and this little guy… my little Thomas."

"I heard about his birth and I'm sorry that I couldn't get in contact with you sooner, but I only wanted to come here with good news for you and the baby," Riley smiled, clasping his hands in front of him and sighing before he spoke. "Jenevieve, SPARTA brought to light a true American, a man willing to give it all selflessly in the hope that he could make a better life for his wife and his children. As a father and a husband myself, that struck a chord with me- and obviously, as you have seem yourself with the support they've shown you, in the hearts of many people as well… Tommy does not belong in prison, not for what he did; I don't believe that and neither does my legal team."

"What are you saying," Jean asked quietly, trying to quell the hope building within her.

J.J reached into his breast pocket and pulled out an envelope, handing it to Jen. "The UFC wishes to extend Tommy an offer, a two year contract for twelve million dollars to come and work for us. But we can't very well do that with him still inside. So I am offering to fund his appeal to get his conviction overturned and I'll take it as far as it'll go- to the Supreme Court if I must. And this isn't about the contract, though I hope he will take it, but more about the simple right and wrong of it all. You deserve to have him- they deserve to have him. And I, for one, would like to give that to you," he replied, seeing the disbelief on her face.

"Will you let me?"

"Yes," Jen whispered, tears running down her face. "A thousand times yes…"