Jason stood at the window of the NICU, looking at the tiny baby hooked up to so many tubes. Even though he wasn't the baby's biological father, he already considered him his son. Looking at him fighting so hard just to live scared Jason, and also made him fall even more in love with him.

Bobbie softly said, "Jason, come meet him."

After dressing in the protective gown and mask, Jason stood next to the incubator. He listened to Bobbie explain the different things that were connected to him, and then things like heart rate and oxygen saturation. He was grateful for Jason Quartermaine's medical knowledge in helping him understand everything she was telling him.

Finally, she said, "If you want, you can put your hand through here and touch him."

He looked concerned, asking, "It won't hurt him?"

"Actually, having physical contact with a parent usually has a positive affect on babies, especially ones that are premature."

Jason stepped forward and put his hand in, his finger softly stroking the baby's arm. When he brushed the little boy's hand, the baby grabbed his finger. Watching the interaction, Bobbie smiled and then moved away to give the two some privacy.

Jason sat in a chair that had been placed near the bed. "Hi, buddy. I am your dad. I know everything is scary. But for your mom and for me, you need to fight. If you are anything like your mother, fighting is second nature to you. Just know that I am here, and even if I have to step away for a little while, I will never leave you. I promise, I will always be here to help you and to protect you. And when your mom wakes up, she will be here helping you fight too. Your mother never gives up fighting for the people she loves, and she loves you most of all. She may drive you crazy sometimes, but she is the best mother you could ask for. So, you just have to keep fighting and keep growing until you are big enough and healthy enough to come home." As he talked to the baby, a tear slipped down his cheek. For the next hour, Jason continued talking to the baby. Half the time he didn't even know what he was saying, he just wanted to reassure him that he was there.

Finally, Bobbie came over and put her hand on his shoulder. "Jason, I just wanted to let you know, they are moving Carly to a room. You can go see her when you are ready."

He nodded, never looking up from his son. "Okay, buddy. I am going to check on your mom. I will be back as soon as possible."

When Bobbie saw his hesitation to leave, she offered, "I can sit with him if you like. That way he isn't alone."

He nodded and smiled at her in gratitude. "Thank you. I am posting a couple guards on this room, just to be safe. They will only let in approved medical staff. I don't want Dr. Jones or the Quartermaines near him."

Bobbie gave a nod of assent, then asked quietly, "Jason, are you really the baby's father?"

In a clear voice, he said, "Yes. He is my son."

Walking into Carly's hospital room, he found her still sleeping. He went to the bed, and leaned down, kissing her forehead. Then, he pulled a chair up to her bed and took her hand. He bent forward, resting his head on her hand, finally allowing himself to release all the fear and emotions he had been holding in. He stayed that way for a few minutes, until he felt Carly squeezing his hand. Looking up, he saw her fight to open her eyes.

"Jase?" She asked in barely a whisper.

"I'm here, Carly. You are okay."

"What happened? Why do I hurt so much?" She asked in fear.

"I found you passed out on the floor, bleeding. I brought you to General Hospital, and they had to perform emergency surgery."

"The baby?" She broke in, tears filling her eyes.

"He is in the NICU. He is so small, but he is fighting. I have been down there with him. He is a fighter, just like you." He reassured her.

She curled in on herself, openly sobbing. He climbed into the bed with her, holding her as she cried. She kept repeating, "I'm sorry. I'm so sorry," in between sobs. Jason held her head against his chest, murmuring words he was sure she didn't hear.

As the crying began to slow, Jason told her, "You have nothing to be sorry for. You have done everything to protect and care for our son." Seeing her look away, he continued, "Carly, look at me. You did nothing wrong."

"I must have," she practically yelled. "I must have done something wrong for him to be born this early."

He leaned his forehead against hers, and softly said, "Carly, this isn't your fault."

"He has to be okay, Jase. He has to be," Carly moaned.

"He will be," he murmured to reassure Carly as much as himself.

They continue to lie curled up with each other, just taking comfort in the others' presence.

They were finally interrupted when a nurse came in. "I'm so sorry to disturb you. I just have some information we need to fill out for the birth certificate. We need both of your names and information, and we need a name for baby boy Morgan."

Carly looked up at Jason. "We haven't even thought of a name. What do you think?"

Jason didn't put much stock in names, and he thought Carly felt the same way. After all, they both had changed their name. It felt unnatural to choose someone else's name for them.

Laughing softly, reading the expression on his face, Carly said, "We can't wait for him to make the decision himself. Do you really want him to go around being called baby boy?"

Smiling ruefully, he shook his head. He asked Carly, "How do we decide a name?"

Her shoulder ticked up, before she told him, "Usually, it's a name that is meaningful to us, like from someone in our family. Or we could just pick a name we like."

Neither he or Carly had family to speak of besides each other. And a name was just a name to him. It seemed ridiculous to like one name more than others. As the nurse took his information, and then Carly's, to fill out the birth certificate, he thought of names that might be meaningful to him. Suddenly, it came to him.

Looking down at Carly, he asked, "What about Michael?"

"Michael?"

"Yeah, after Sonny."

Knowing how much Sonny meant to Jason, and wanting to give this to him after everything he had given her, she nodded. "Michael Morgan. I like it." She looked up at Jason, and said, "Michael Jason Morgan, after his father."

Jason thought it was silly to have his name as a middle name. However, he knew that Carly was not the biggest fan of Sonny, and that she had just consented for his sake, so he agreed. He would just have to insure that Michael always knew that he was his own person, that carrying someone else's name didn't mean he had to be like them.

The nurse beamed at the couple. "Perfect. Now if you will both sign here, we will get that information up to the NICU." She then bustled out of the room.

Jason looked down at Carly, and whispered, "Our son. Michael Jason Morgan."

He then leaned down and gave her a soft kiss.