Hey all! When I started writing this chapter, the plan was to have it longer, as you see that didn't happen, as I like how this one ends.

For a while now, I have been thinking about ending this story with this chapter, but I kept remembering that I told everyone that I would be going beyond the show. I am going to keep my word. I am hoping for another 30 chapters.

Regarding this chapter, as you will see I went a different route with the name, and it will make sense a bit later on.

I am hoping to have more written for you all soon. Enjoy and have a good weekend!


"How's mommy doing?" Wade asked, walking into the bedroom, holding his one-week old son.

"Mommy is feeling much better now," Zoe smiles, taking her little boy from Wade, sharing a quick kiss with him, before their little man started crying. "What is it, you need, little guy, huh?" Zoe asked, rubbing a finger over his soft cheek, memorized at how he's the perfect creation of his parents.

Earl swears up and down that he's a mini Wade. Whereas Harley says that his grandson has Zoe's eyes and nose. She can see herself and Wade in her boy, but most of the time, she sees the perfect little baby they made.

"He's hungry," Wade informed her. "He's been changed; I don't have the right equipment to feed him," Wade remarked with a chuckle. Zoe rolled her eyes, doing what she needed to do to get her little guy situated for him to feed. "Any requests for breakfast?"

"An egg-white omelet with a side of turkey bacon would be great," she told him, glancing his way for a brief second, going back to giving her son all of her attention.

"Coming right up," he smiled, walking out of the room to get started on their breakfast.

Knowing you're going to be parents and becoming parents to such a tiny human are two very different things. You don't know just how much that child is going to change your life. How much more love you have to give, how much more your life turns to focusing on their well-being. How the center of your world is no longer what little thing you thought was so important, because the center of your world is all about your child.

Their little boy was born a week ago, on December 14th, at 11:59 at night. A month early. Weighing a healthy 6.5 pounds and being 19 inches.

Wade likes to joke that he only wanted to spend Christmas with his family and not wanting to be a spectator inside the womb.

"And he's out," Zoe said, placing the baby monitor on the counter, slipping onto a stool.

"Just in time for breakfast," Wade smiles, placing a plate in front of Zoe, getting her a glass of orange juice.

"Thanks," she told him, around a bite of turkey bacon. "When do you need to be out of here?" She asked, looking at the clock on the microwave.

"Now," he sighed, wiping his hands off. "Are you going to be okay?" He asked, coming to stand next to her. Today would be the first-day Zoe would be home by herself with their baby, if Harley or Earl didn't come around, it was always someone else, taking turns to give a helping hand. And after the last few helping hands were more than enough help, Zoe put a halt to it, wanting to parent the way her and Wade thought to be right.

"I can handle our son for the day," she said, rolling her eyes. "I'm not incapable," she retorted, taking a bite of the omelet.

"I never said that," Wade sighed. "We both worry, when we're away from home, is all," he said, trying to show her that he feels the same way she does when leaving the house.

"I know," she sighed, leaning into him. "I'm sorry."

Wade tipped her head up, leaning down to close the already limited space between them, when their little boy started crying.

"What did I do to make him hate me today," Wade grumbled, letting Zoe get up to get their son.

"What can I say, he's a momma's boy," she smirked, kissing his cheek. "Have a good day at work," she told him, heading upstairs to see what their son needed.

Wade shook his head, and cleaned up from the breakfast he made, having it be one less thing Zoe needed to worry about and head off to work.

Upstairs with Zoe she sat in the rocking chair in the nursery, gently rocking her boy. "Did momma tell you how your name came to be?" She asked softly, gently stroking his cheek.

Zoe sat in the gazebo waiting on Wade's lunch break to roll around. With the day being a nice one, she took to sitting outside enjoying the beautiful weather, over sitting in the stuffy, crowded Jammer.

"Nice day isn't, Big Z?" Lavon asked, taking a seat on the bench next to Zoe.

"It is," Zoe nodded, rubbing her small baby bump. "Small talk, Lavon?" Zoe questioned him with a laugh.

"Nothing wrong with a bit of small talk from time to time," he chuckled.

"Is that so?" Zoe asked him. Lavon gave a nod. "Then why does it feel like you have more to say than some silly small talk?" She questioned him.

"Because I do, but it's more of a request of sorts," he told her, rubbing the back of his neck.

"Does it have anything to do with my unborn baby?" She asked, getting a guilty looking Lavon. "Let's hear it," she sighed. The mayor wasn't the only one coming up to her giving her unwanted help with her baby, ranging from names to the best way to deliver, to the brand of diapers to use, the best way to feed him and so on.

"Getting it a lot huh?" He asked, remembering AB dealing with the same sort of thing. Zoe gave a nod. "Well, you see, I uh was thinking," he started to tell her. "There's no better name to give him, then one that has seen the stardom on a field," he shared.

"Oh it's not because, you once babysat me, or that I followed you through college and the pros, being your number one fan?" She teased him.

"It might," he chuckled.

"I can't say for certain, we're still debating baby names," she told him.

"I get that," he nodded, standing up. "I'll let you two enjoy your lunch in peace," he said, nodding at Wade as they passed each other.

"Advice?" Wade asked, placing the bags on the bench between them.

"More like an idea for a name," she told him, taking her drink.

"Again?" Wade groaned out. "It's hard enough to find the right name we both like, and to have the whole town offer up ideas; it's…" he sighed, trailing off. Zoe knew what he meant as she understood where he's coming from. "How is our little sprout today?" Wade asked, rubbing small circles over Zoe's bump.

"So you see it's not because we didn't want to name you after your grandma," she whispered, placing a soft kiss to his head. "Because we did, but with having a name from someone else, we wanted you to have your own identity of sorts. Trust your momma, my boy, we love you, and it has nothing to do with a name."

Their son can be anything and anything legal, he wants to be, and they're going to support him. Harley didn't hold her back from her dreams, and she wouldn't do that to her own kids.

"Mommy and Daddy love you to the moon and beyond, William Hayes Kinsella."