Author's Note: Okay, here's the final chapter. Little sappy, but not too much, I hope. Thank you to everyone who's reviewed. There will most likely be a sequel, so keep your eyes peeled. No day but today!
The doctor came in after a full hour had passed. "Mr. Davis?"
"How is she?" Roger asked, standing.
"She's fine. She's in recovery now."
"And the baby?"
The doctor smiled. "We moved quickly. He's very small. He'll need to stay in the infant ICU ward for a few weeks, but he's strong. And quite healthy considering his premature birth."
"Can-can I go see them?"
"Yes. Only for a few minutes. We need to get the baby into the ICU ward and Ms. Johnson needs her rest as well."
"Um, the baby…I have HIV…"
"Ms. Johnson informed us of that. We've tested the baby and the results should be in next week."
Roger nodded and turned to Mark. "Let's go."
The doctor raised an eyebrow at Mark.
"He's my brother. Baby's godfather."
The doctor nodded and led them into a room.
Maureen lay on the hospital bed, face pale and tired. She held a tiny bundle in her arms. Roger kissed her forehead. "How are you?"
"Okay. Tired, mostly." She lifted the bundle up closer to Roger. "Wanna see your son?"
"Can I hold him?"
Maureen laughed, eyes misting with tears. "Of course."
Roger gently took the baby from her, cradling him close to his chest. A tiny red face stared back at him through the blankets. "Hi, baby," he whispered. "I'm your daddy."
"I think you guys need a new name," Mark said from the doorway.
Maureen smiled over at him. He crossed the room to hug her. "How come?"
"Because David Davis is going to guarantee that kid a daily ass-kicking."
Maureen looked confused. She stared up at Mark, then Roger, and back. "What are you saying?"
"I want us to raise this baby, Maureen. Mark does too."
Maureen's eyes filled with tears. "You guys sure about this?"
They both nodded.
"How about Michael Thomas Davis?" Mark asked.
"Michael Marcus Davis," Roger said.
Maureen shook her head. "Mark Collin Michael Davis."
They all smiled at each other. "You guys sure you want to name the kid Mark?" Mark asked.
They both nodded.
"Besides, if he doesn't like it, he's got two middle names he can choose to go by," Roger said.
Mark leaned down and kissed Maureen's cheek. "Thanks, babe."
"You got it, pookie."
Mark cringed, but laughed at the old nickname. They both watched Roger rock the baby in his arms.
"Hey, little man. You hear that? Your name's Mark Collin Michael Davis. Named after your Uncle Mark and Uncle Collins and Auntie Angel," he said quietly. Roger leaned down and kissed the baby's forehead.
