Author's Note: Short Chapter. I know but its a pretty powerful one. Keep reading. I promise, this one isn't over yet!
Kimberly stood at the top of the stairs and her jaw dropped. The door too Tommy's room was wide open. She stepped forward, a little closer to the door and stopped. This was something she had wanted for so long. She refused to get her hopes up. The possibility was so slim after all this time but she had refused to give up on him. She took a step closer and then another. She stood in the doorway and was met with the deepest pools of brown eyes.
"Kim," he whispered. Tears flooded her eyes and she ran to his bedside and threw her arms around him.
"I was so afraid," she cried into his neck, "So afraid you'd never find your way back to me."
"What happened," he whispered, his voice rough and harsh from lack of use. She took her time explaining what had happened to him after she made calls to his doctors. He explained what he remembered, recalling hearing her voice all the time.
"I don't understand how this worked," he said, confused not only by the connection but by how it brought him out of the coma.
"Maybe it has something to do with our Ranger powers," she suggested.
"Maybe," he said, "I swear it was like I just buried you and went home. I went on with life as usual. It seemed so real."
"I wish I had an explanation for you, Tommy," she said. She was shifting in her seat nervously waiting for his doctors to arrive and he noticed. He tried to sit up but after not using his muscles for so long he felt weak and stiff.
"The doctors said you shouldn't try to move until they get here," Kimberly said, touching his hand.
"There's something you're not telling me," Tommy said, giving her a narrow eyed look.
"Tommy, the doctors said that I should wait until they are sure that you're okay. I don't want to shock your system or something," Kimberly said.
"You're not going to shock my system. Just tell me. Whatever it is, I can handle it," he said, giving her hand a squeeze and trying to look reassuring.
"Mommy," came a small voice and Tommy's eyes shot to the doorway where he saw a little boy with dark hair, holding the bear Tommy had won for Kim at the fair years ago by the arm and dragging its feet of the floor. He was in green dragon pajamas and was rubbing his deep brown eyes with his small fist. "Who are you talking too?"
Tommy's jaw dropped open just a little. In that moment, he knew that he was looking at his son. He turned his gaze to Kimberly, who sat stiff in the chair biting her lip. She gave him a nervous smile and shrugged a little bit.
"I'm talking to Daddy," Kimberly said to the boy and motioned for him to come into the room. She picked him up and placed him in her lap. He shifted in her lap and pulled his bear close to his chest.
"Tommy," she said, "This is Noah. This is our son."
