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Filip knocked softly on the door before going in, wanting to give her some notice of his arrival. Fiona was dressed in clean pajamas and was resting comfortably in bed. Her eyes were closed, but the smile on her face was too large, too vivid, for him to believe that she was sleeping. The change between the Fiona in front of him and the Fiona he had left was remarkable. She had clearly washed up and somehow managed to control her hair. He was happy to note that she had managed to scrape his blood out from under her fingernails. She had literally just given birth, less than an hour ago, and she look radiant.

She opened her eyes and caught him staring. She reached a hand out to him, and he eagerly came forward and took it.

"Hey," he said. He took a seat next to her on the bed, and kissed her hand. "How are you feeling?"

"Hello, Love," she smiled at him. "I feel more exhausted than I have ever felt in my life, but I am also really great. How are you feeling?"

"Oh, I am fine, now that I have my Band Aids," he smirked. "I hear that there was some stitching that happened. Are you sure you are okay?"

"Yes, Love," Fiona insisted. "I am absolutely fine, I promise. I just wish they would bring him back in! Did you tell Kerrianne?"

"Yeah, I told her. She screeched in my ear, she was so excited," he reported. "She will be here in just a few minutes, she went to the gift shop."

Fiona smiled at him, and he found himself completely unable to contain his own grin. She leaned her forehead against his, saying, "We have two children, Filip. A half grown girl, and a wee baby boy. Can you believe it?" she asked.

He took the opportunity to kiss her soundly before putting an arm around her shoulder and responding, "Not really, no. Seems like just yesterday, we were stupid kids, and now look at us. Here we are, thirty years, and three kids later."

"Here we are," she agreed with him. "I just happen to love where we are."

"Me too," he smiled, kissing her on the forehead.

The moment was interrupted by the door opening. A nurse wheeled in a little clear cradle with Adam inside, screaming his lungs out. Filip knew that he would never, ever complain about his son crying. The minute or so after his birth, when he was not crying, had done enough to scare the life out of him, and Adam's cries were a sound he would always treasure.

Without hesitation, Filip stood and went to pick up his son, thanking the nurse for returning him safely. Adam responded almost instantaneously. No sooner was he in his father's arms than the tears and wails stopped.

"I think it's safe to say that he likes you," Fiona said from her place on the bed. "Now bring him to me. I want to hold him."

"Adam, your mother is trying to hog you," Filip said softly to the boy in his arms. "Tell her you want to stay with Da for a minute."

"Fine, you can keep him for a minute," Fiona conceded. "But only because the sight of you two together makes me weak in the knees."

"Good thing you're laying down then," he winked at her.

The nurse quietly made to leave the room, just as Kerrianne barged in, not nearly as quietly. She was wearing her new shirt that said "I'm the BIG sister" in obnoxious, childlike lettering and carrying a bouquet of flowers. She took a moment to survey the room. She noticed her Ma lying in bed. She saw her Da slowly pacing the room with a tiny bundle in his arms.

"Hi," was all that she could think to say. She saw her Da nod at the bed, and knew that he was telling her to see her Ma, first. Kerrianne didn't need to be told twice. She went to her mother and gently embraced her.

"Hello, Baby," Fiona smiled at her daughter.

"Ma," Kerrianne started. "Are you okay?"

"Never better," Fiona assured her. She patted the bed next to hear, telling Kerrianne to sit. "Do you want to meet your brother?"

Kerrianne nodded. She looked both anxious and excited. Filip walked over, carrying Adam with him.

"Now Adam," he began to explain, "I am going to give you to Kerrianne. She is your sister, and I think that you are going to love her. She will be the best big sister that there has ever been."

Filip gently handed the wee baby to Kerrianne, who looked extremely nervous.

"Am I holding him right? Is this okay?" she asked.

"You're doing fine, Darlin," Fiona said, clearly loving the sight of her daughter meeting her baby brother.

Kerrianne smiled, before looking down at the baby in her arms. The two children just stared at each other for a long time. It was almost like they were carrying on a conversation with one another; a conversation that neither parent was privy to.

"Wow," Kerrianne whispered. She gently stroked his cheek with the tip of her pinky finger. "Guys, he is just…wow."

Neither parent replied, but Kerrianne didn't notice. She was too enthralled with her tiny brother. Filip took a moment away from staring at the two of them so that he could hand his wife a tissue. She was, of course, crying, and he really couldn't blame her. It was hard to look at his two children together and not choke up just a little.

Completely ignoring everybody else in the room, Kerrianne started talking to Adam. "I am your sister, Adam. You are I are going to be the very best of friends. I am going to teach you all sorts of cool stuff, like how to ride a bike and how to read and how to curse. I will help you with your homework and get you out of trouble when you are older, but I am also going to show naked baby pictures to all of your girlfriends, because that's just what older sisters do. But I will never, ever change your diapers, because that is not part of my job description."

That had both of her parents laughing and Kerrianne smirking.

"He is really great you guys," Kerrianne told her mother and father.

"We think so," Filip replied.

Kerrianne spent the next few minutes getting to know her little brother. She was amazed at his tiny fingers, his tufts of black hair, and his general charm. She was completely enamored with him, until his lower lip began to tremble. Within seconds, he had let loose a wail louder than any Kerrianne had ever heard.

"Oh God," she said, full of panic. "What is wrong? What did I do?"

Fiona and the nurse laughed, before the nurse spoke up, "Usually, we try and encourage the mothers to feed the babies about now. Unfortunately, you won't be much help with that."

"Are you hungry, boyo?" Filip asked, walking over and taking Adam, before gently handing Fiona their son. "I really can't help too much with that either, but your Ma can, so I guess I won't complain too much about giving you up. Make sure to eat enough for both of us, yeah?"

Fiona was smiling at him as he handed Adam over to be fed. It was the same look she always gave him when she watched him with Kerrianne; a look that told him that he was doing a good job, that he was a good father.

"Tell your Da to be patient Adam," Fiona said to the baby. "He can have you back as soon as you are finished, but he should probably prepare, because there are a lot of people that are going to want to hold you. So Da is just going to have to wait his turn, isn't he? After all, Adam, there will be plenty of time in the middle of the night when you wake up screaming, and Da can hold you then, can't he?"

Filip laughed as he watched Fiona prepare to feed Adam. Some people, such as Kerrianne who hightailed it out of the room, were uncomfortable with it, but Filip had always thought that there was something extraordinary about watching his wife feed their children. Mind you, he would never, ever admit it out loud to anybody, especially not the leather clad bikers in the waiting room.

"I think I am going to go head off the visitors for a few minutes, let the kid take his time and eat," Filip said, giving her a grin. "No need to worry, I will keep Tig away."

"Thank you, Love. Why don't you go make sure our daughter eats something not made of chocolate or potato chip," Fiona smiled. "And make sure you eat something yourself."

"I can do that," he assured her. "What about you? Can I bring you anything?"

"No, thank you," Fiona said. "You go with Kerrianne. The two of us will be here. Just try to give me some warning before the biker brigade rolls in here?"

Filip rolled his eyes at her and kissed her soundly, before trailing off to find his oldest child.