Chapter 8: All we can do is Hope

Connor walked into Kira's room to see her looking out the window. "Hey," he greeted. She looked at him and sat up.

"Hey," she greeted back.

He sat on the edge of her bed and hugged her. Kira hugged him back and sighed. "How's the baby doing?" He asked.

"Dr. Grayson told me that he survived the night. We just hope that he survives the week," Kira replied.

Connor held onto her hands and ran circles on the back of her hand. "Kira, yesterday when we were talking about baby names, what did you want to name our son?" He asked. Kira smiled as she leaned back against the pillow.

"I was going to name him Christopher," she replied.

Connor smiled at her and held her hand. "Christopher Kyle McKnight," she finished. Connor nodded in agreement.

"Okay, okay, Christopher Kyle McKnight it is," he agreed.

Kira's eyes widened when the door opened. "What is it?" He asked. He turned and saw Kira's parents standing there. "What are you guys doing here?" He demanded. He stood up and stood in front of Kira.

"We came to bring Kira home," Greg replied.

"Forget it," Connor objected.

"Get out of my room," Kira ordered.

"Don't you dare give me orders, Kira Ann, we'll talk about this when we get home," Greg informed.

Connor held his ground when they walked over to them. "Get out of the way, boy, if you know what's good for you," Greg threatened.

"You're not touching Kira. You have no rights to her now. Kimberly does," Connor informed.

"That whore doesn't deserve a slab of rock," Irene laughed.

"How could you say that? Kim's my cousin and your niece. I just had a baby you can't take me away from my family. No, I won't let you take me away from my family," Kira snapped.

"You will come home and become that doctor," Greg informed.

"GET IT THROUGH YOUR DAMN HEAD DAD! I'm not being a doctor. I want to sing. All I ever wanted to do was sing," Kira hissed.

Connor held onto Kira's hand. "Ever since I was a child I've tried to tell you guys that. But every single time you force me to learn first aid, how to mend a broken bone, to take care of a sick baby. Newsflash, I don't want to do that in life. I want to sing. I want to write my songs and sing. I'm going to raise my baby and sing," Kira explained.

(Flashback)

Kira ran up to her parents with a smile. "Mommy, daddy, Mrs. Hanson says that I'm good," she announced. Greg and Irene looked at her.

"What were you good at, sweetie?" Irene asked.

"Singing, Mrs. Hanson told me I have a future in singing," Kira replied.

"That's not what you want," Greg insisted.

"It's not?" She asked.

"No, you want to be a doctor. Remember sweetie, when you're older you're going to intern at the hospital," Irene explained.

"I don't want to be a doctor," Kira whined.

She ran past Kimberly and ran upstairs. (AN: Anyone who is confused why Kim is in here, it's because earlier in the beginning she commented that she saw what Kira's parents did to Kira.)

(End Flashback)

Kira looked over at the door to see, Tommy, Trent, and Ethan standing there. "Get them out of my room," she ordered.

"Gladly," Trent answered.

They walked over and it took both Tommy and Trent to drag Greg out. Connor and Ethan took Irene out.

As they dragged him out, people were watching in disbelief. "YOU'RE GOING TO PAY FOR THIS, MCKNIGHT!" He shouted.

"I'll be waiting," Connor informed.

Irene got out of Connor and Ethan's grasp and left with her husband who was still being dragged out.

Connor got back to Kira and sat next to her. "They're gone, Kira," he informed. Kira leaned against him with a sigh. Connor stroked her hair and then once she was asleep, he went to see his son.

Connor stood in front of the incubator that held his son. The same fear welled up inside him. The fear of losing this child. Kimberly who just happened to be the baby's nurse, walked over to Connor. "What did you and Kira name him?" She asked. Connor glanced at her before looking at his son.

"Christopher, Christopher Kyle McKnight," he replied.

"I'll get on it to make him a name tag," she informed.

"Hey, Kim," he called.

She stopped and looked at back at him. "Yeah?" She asked.

"Thank you, for helping Kira and me during these last six months," he told her.

"It was my pleasure, Connor," she assured him.

Then she walked away. Connor looked back at his son and sighed. "Hang in there, buddy, hang in there," he whispered. He reached into the incubator and held onto his newly named son, Christopher Kyle McKnight.