Five years later

I looked down at the beautiful little creature in my arms. He was asleep, breathing softly trough his small nose, those bright blue eyes closed. I felt my heart swell as I watched him, my perfect baby, my son. I closed my eyes and tried to relax, I was exhausted, I felt as if someone had run me over.

Suddenly I heard a small noise from the doorway and then a soft knock, when I opened my eyes all the air in my lungs swished out of me in one exhale. He was smiling at me in the same way he had done five years ago, that cunning smirk on his face. He looked just like he always had, not a day older and I felt my hand unconsciously go up to my hair to try to straighten it out.

"Long time no sea" he said and took a few steps into the room, he looked me over his eyes fixing on the baby in my arms, slowly a smile crept up his mouth, a genuine smile and as his eyes locked on mine I drew a sharp breath wondering if I was dreaming. I couldn't seem to talk so I just looked at him, recognizing every little line of his face, every scar.

"Heard you were here" he said walking towards me, only stopping a foot away leaning down to look at my baby. His face grew hard and I saw a nerve twitch in his cheek, but when he looked up at me he smiled faintly again.

"Ran into Darrel outside" he added. I cleared my throat and asked him;

"What're you doing at the hospital?" I heard my voice sounding a bit worried and hoped he didn't notice. He was concentrating on watching the baby, carefully reaching out a finger to the baby's hand, he immediately grabbed it.

"Curly needed stitches" he said and chuckled slightly at the strength of the baby.

I was totally in awe at this; here was Tim Shepard who I hadn't seen in five years, Tim Shepard the worst hood in Tulsa admiring my son, smiling. It struck me just as hard as it had all those years ago, he was perfect, the most beautiful man I had ever seen, those blue eyes, that thick wavy black hair, his high cheekbones and his powerful chin.

I felt some of those emotions I had felt last time I saw him wash over me again, he had apologised and then he had told me he didn't want to see me anymore. At that time I broke down about it, I felt like he didn't really care for me, I hated the pitiful looks I would get from my brothers and our friends and even from Angela and Curly, they thought that I was just a fling too.

But now looking back on it I couldn't feel that bitter loneliness I had felt for years after that, I could see clearly now why he didn't want to see me and it was the same reason why he was smiling looking at my son, he wanted me to be happy and he couldn't have given me this, he couldn't have given me my son.

"Darling I just talked to the nurse…" my husband had walked in and when he saw Tim standing so close to me and the baby he paused looking at me confused and a bit curious, his brown hair fell down his forehead and my hand itched to reach out and fix it.

Tim just straightened up and tried to get his finger away from the baby's hand but he couldn't so he stood there as far away from us both as he could the baby still holding on to his finger manically. His face was cold and hard again, his jaws flexed and his eyes cunning.

"Oh, I'm sorry, where are my manners" my husband took a hesitant step towards Tim and reached out his hand "I'm Peter Nora's husband"

Tim took his hand and shook it firmly "Tim Shepard" he said shortly. Peter nodded thoughtfully and excused himself saying that we must have a lot to catch up on. Tim looked at me oddly but stood silently as Peter left. I smiled at his back as he walked out, that was one of the reasons I loved him, he was always so understanding.

"It's beautiful" Tim said in a soft voice as he stroke my son's tousled brown hair.

"Lucas" I said and Tim looked up at me confused "His name is Lucas" I added smiling at Tim who just looked at me, his eyes showing both disbelief and happiness.

I sat up in bed and reached the boy out to him and he took him holding him safely against his chest, his eyes were fixed on the boy and I felt a tear trickle down my cheek. Tim Shepard was holding my baby as if he had never done anything else in his life then taking care of infants.

I couldn't help but wondered if it would have been his son I would have given birth to if I had went to see him again I prison. But then it wouldn't have been Lucas who was my son it would have been some other kid and I loved Lucas and I loved Peter.

As I looked at Tim where he was standing in his worn out jeans and his black tight t-shirt and old boots, his hair greased back, his scar standing out as a white line against his tanned skin, I knew that I still loved him, I would always love him but he wasn't for me and if I had been honest with myself when I was seventeen I would have known that back then too.

So this is the end, it may seem a bit sudden and short but this is the end I had thought out when I started to write this it was just getting them together so I could break them up that was the hard part and that needed all the space, anyway hope you're not to disappointed with the end! Please review!