Epilogue…
Nine Months Later…
"I wanted a baby sister," Hope pouted from the foot of Phoebe's hospital bed.
"Well, my ladybug," Phoebe smiled as she cuddled her newborn son, "sometimes we don't get what we wish for."
"And sometimes we do…"
Startled by his sudden appearance, Phoebe smiled and carefully held out her son to the man he would, like his sister, call Daddy. "Because you are," she whispered aloud, "because it doesn't take DNA to make a daddy."
Cole glanced at the family he never dared dream would ever be possible and slowly sat down on the bed next to Phoebe. He gently pushed aside the blanket hiding his son's face and gazed at the baby for the first time. "He looks like Dex."
"Does it matter?" she worried even as her daughter crawled into her lap and caused her some discomfort.
He shook his head, "Because Dex will love this boy as much as he loves Hope and because you're right…"
"Be still my aching heart," she teased as she rested her head against his arm.
He pressed a kiss to the top of her head, "Because DNA doesn't make a daddy."
"No," she agreed snuggling closer to the man she loved, "it takes love."
The End