"Mr. and Mrs. Reyes, I'm sorry for the wait."

Angel and Zara looked up, startled from their thoughts when the twins' pediatrician finally decided to greet them. He asked for a meeting but decided to be over half an hour late. When he arrived they had already left the office to wait with their children.

"Is everything okay?" Zara asked, not attempting to shift Reina to shake his hand.

"I wanted to let you know Miss Reina will be released today," he said with a sunny smile.

"She's going home?" Angel asked, sounding somewhat sad.

"She is," he said again.

"What about Wyatt?" Angel asked just as Zara was about to.

As his lips turned down, the doctor shook his head. "I'd like to keep him a bit longer. His sleep apnea is still a concern. I want him down to one or two alarms a night consistently. Last night he had four."

Zara and Angel shared a look of sorrow and concern while agreeing wholeheartedly.

"Whatever's best for him," Zara whimpered. "I just...I hate that they'll be alone," she said, her eyes turning back to Angel.

"They're never alone, they're never apart," Angel said. "Can Rei stay with him?"

"Angel," Zara said sharply.

"What?" He asked defensively.

"Are you seriously asking him to keep her here?"

The doctor tensed a bit. "We can't keep her," he explained, "But I'll give you two some privacy."

Neither of them acknowledged him before he left. They sat in angry silence for a few minutes before Angel decided to speak.

"Don't you think it's good for him to have her here?"

Zara scoffed, "Of course I do but I want to bring her home."

"Not Teddy?"

"I want to bring him home too but not before he's ready," Zara snapped. "Jesus, Angel," she grumbled.

"I gotta head out," he said, gingerly laying Teddy back in his bassinet.

There were no more tubes or wires, just one monitor they could remove when they visited. It was easy now and it almost felt normal when they were there.

"How long? I told Bastian I'd come by the office, remember?"

Angel sighed heavily, "I forgot. I'll stay."

"I won't be long," she assured him. "I could use some time out of here, fresh air and stuff, I'm always here, you know?"

"Yeah, I get it," he said dismissively.

Zara didn't pry. She laid Reina in his arms and kissed each of them on the head, then Teddy, before scurrying away.

"Your mom the business mogul," he complained to the twins.

As he sat, Angel's skin began to crawl and his anxiety, although he didn't know that was what it was, began to spike. He didn't want to be there alone with the twins, especially Teddy, in case something were to happen.

"I love you," he said to them, kissing each baby on the forehead before almost literally running away.

Zara wasn't looking her best when she arrived at the office and Leary was sure to mention it. Since Gabe's death, Leary was around much more and Zara hated it. Before Gabe went off the deep end she liked him but Leary was never one of her favorites.

"You look bloody terrible," he remarked.

"Thanks," she glared at him. "Bastian in?"

"In his office, he's waiting for you," he said, gesturing to the office door.

Zara huffed and knocked before entering. Bastian smiled broadly, standing to greet her, as she stepped in and shut the door.

"You're glowing," he told her. "Motherhood has done wonders, hasn't it?"

"Oh please," she rolled her eyes. "Sitting in the hospital all day is killing me."

"Still no date?"

"Reina is coming home, probably today, but Teddy has to wait a little longer," she explained sullenly.

"Before you know it he'll tower over you and Angel and be able to lift his own weight," Bastian assured her.

"I hope," she said sadly. "What's up?"

"I wanted to discuss work, to be honest," he admitted. "If you're up for it?"

"I am," she nodded. "I know I left before we planned and it's been months," Zara groaned.

"Hey," he said softly, "I don't mind. Things are on autopilot, we're holding steady until we're ready to move on new projects, which we're not...yet."

"Okay," she said suspiciously. "So? What?"

"I have a few speeches to make," he explained. "I need a good English teacher to help me out. Leary isn't exactly a wordsmith."

Zara laughed. "I would love to. Email me what you have and I'll jump on it as soon as possible."

"You are a dream," he said in a sing-song voice before kissing her cheek. "I miss you around here."

"I miss it too," she agreed. "Once they're home and things are settled I'd like to get into a bigger project, more than speech notes, at home, if that's possible."

"Anything to keep you on board," he took her hand, "I actually have the next big push in mind."

"Oh yeah?" She asked, eager for something to think about beyond feedings, diapers and apnea alarms.

"You look interested," he smirked. "Coffee?"

"Yes, please," she sat in her usual spot across from his desk. "What are you thinking?"

"Pena is up for re-election," Bastian started. "I've heard some whispers that the Galindos want to build up their legitimate business by pushing for Santo Padre to get into the weed game."

"Weed?" Zara laughed. "Weed is legal here, as long as Uncle Sam isn't on your back."

"Exactly," Bastian chuckled, "But there is red tape and the closest legal shop is miles out of town. Legal doesn't mean accessible, you know that."

It was then that Zara wondered how he heard about Galindo's plan. "So, what do you want to do, squash them again?"

"It is petty," he admitted, "But yes and after how Emily had been with you I figured you'd feel the same."

Forcing a laugh, Zara shrugged. "I'd much rather throw them our scraps."

"Not me," Bastian turned back to the papers on his desk. "If we can get Pena, or whoever wins the next election, to back a contract with us to grow, supply and sell, it's the last nail in their coffin."

"I guess the first step is to decide if we want Pena or a new candidate? Maybe someone from our team?"

Bastian smiled. "See? This! This is why I had to have you. Local politics and outlaws are the most important part here. With your brain and your husband's club as muscle, there's no losing the locals."

"Yeah," she faked a yawn, "Sorry, I'm beat. We have time though, no need to rush for someone to run. People love Pena, you have your work cut out for you."

Bastian's face changed quickly as that fact dawned on him. "Yes, well, as you said, we have time. Now, get back to your family. I'll reach out soon. Once Teddy is home I want to throw a party for you and Angel to celebrate. Nothing over the top, just your parents and his father, the club, of course."

"That sounds great," she beamed. "Thank you."

Wearing a smile, Zara left the building and, once she was in her car, text Angel.

"Discharge is usually after lunch. Do you want to bring her home together?"

The longer she waited for a response the more annoyed she became. Lucky for him, Angel managed to reply in under six minutes.

"I can be there around 2. I'm at the clubhouse now."

Clenching her teeth she typed out a lengthy and caustic reply about him leaving the twins but she deleted it. Starting a useless fight was not helpful before bringing home their daughter. Instead, she sent a much shorter and less hateful reply.

"Okay. Shower first, please. The smoke and all, ya know."

Zara tossed her phone back in her bag and headed for home. She was sure she'd beat him and have time to shower before he was even home and she was right. When she stepped out of the shower she found Angel stripping down in their bedroom.

"Hi," she said casually. "I saved you hot water."

"Thanks," he grumbled.

"Everything okay?" She watched his expression in the mirror but nothing seemed off except his tone.

"I hate being unsettled," Angel admitted. "I just want them home and settled and healthy but it doesn't feel good."

"They are healthy," Zara assured him, "And it will feel good soon."

Angel shook his head. "They'd both be home by now if that was fucking true."

Tensing, Zara ignored the comment and quickly got dressed. He watched her angrily as she refused to respond to him.

"Nothing to say?"

"You're in a mood," she said dismissively. "No use talking to you until you calm down."

"Aren't you scared?" He asked, sanding in jut his jeans, belt undone, with his arms over his cehst.

"Terrified," she laughed sadly, "But I have you and confidence that we can do this. We don't have a choice, you know? Hit the ground running."

Angel nodded although his eyes were glazed over and locked on the floor. "Yeah."

"Hey," she closed the gap between then and forced eye contact. "We can do this. This is what we wanted."

"This is not what we wanted," he shook his head.

"It's not what we thought we'd get," she said, "But deciding to have a baby means accepting one baby or ten, a totally typical one, one with extra needs or one who needs to stay in the hospital a little longer than his big sister."

"Yeah," he agreed only to end the moment of vulnerability. "Of course."

Zara hugged him, noting his lack of enthusiasm when he wrapped his arms around her. She kissed his cheek and turned back to her vanity.

"I don't think I'll sleep at all when she's here," Zara said, suddenly a bit happier. "I just want to watch her, to stare at her little face."

"She's beautiful like her mother," he said with a tiny smile.

"Speaking of," Zara sighed. "Holly called and left me a voicemail. She wants the meet the twins."

"And?" He eyed her. "That's up to you, Z."

"I don't know," she whimpered. "I want her to but I'm pissed. Super fucking pissed. Still. I think she's only asking because she knows my dad has been around so much. Do you think Creep is filling her in? Giving her updates?"

"He's fillin' something," Angel muttered under his breath.

"Gross," she said in horror. "You're a pig."

"It's true," he said defensively. "Want me to talk to him? See what she's been saying?"

Zara shrugged. "I really don't know."

"It's fucking weird, her and Creep," Angel admitted. "I thought it would be a one time deal but it's been months."

"I don't want to discuss it," she huffed. "I want to bring our little girl home."

"Let me shower and we'll go together," he said, kissing her cheek before running into the bathroom.

While she waited, Zara checked the bassinet and made sure they had plenty of diapers and wipes and that the drawers were stocked with clean clothes. They couldn't have been any more ready but Zara still felt like she had so much she needed to do.

"Haven't really felt like a mom," Zara said sadly as Angel came down the stairs.

"It's hard when you have to go visit them and get to sleep through the night," Angel said. "I know what you mean."

"So are we parents now?" She asked, looking up at him with wide eyes.

Angel nodded, draping his arm around her shoulders, and kissed her head. "Uh, yeah, Z," he laughed, "We've been. It's just about to get really fucking real."

They shared a long hug and triple checked the car seat before heading to the hospital. After countless signatures and mountains of paperwork, Zara and Angel were sent home with their daughter, Reina Osbourne Reyes.