1 year later-

For Dr. Jake Reilly life had returned to normal. His body healed, he was able to go back to work. Angela was back in college, less than a year away from earning her pre-med degree.

It was a Saturday. Jake was at home with little Henry, who was now walking. Jake kept a close eye as he cooked dinner, oil poached salmon with lemon-pepper quinoa. Just for fun he also made corn tortilla dough to let Henry play with the salty edible play dough for a while.

He watched as Addison come through the door. In her hand was a pile of mail. "Jake?"

Henry ran to the living room bumping into Addison with an adorable giggle. Jake emerged from the kitchen. "Hey, Babe," he said as he greeted her with a kiss. "Dinner will be done soon, I made your favorite."

"Do you know a Joe Strong?" she asked.

"What?" he laughed.

"Someone named Joe Strong sent you a letter," she handed Jake the paper envelope. "Who is he, how does he know our address?"

Jake barely had an answer to the first question, 'He's an angel I met in what may or may not have been a dream.' He had zero response to the second.- 'internet?' "He's an acquaintance," Jake said as he opened the letter. The letter itself was written on what appeared to be watercolor paper. In the margins were sketches; symbols, figures, things related to what happened that day.

'Dear Jake, I hope this letter finds you well. It is with great joy that I ask you to return to Midnight. You read that correct- joy. This is not a dream; mankind is not under attack by the forces of hell. But there is someone you need to meet; a miracle of sorts. Your friend, Joe. P.S. Lily says hi.'

"What is it?" Addison asked.

"I have two questions- Do you have any vacation days? And do you have any strong feelings about creepy desert towns in Texas?"

Later that week Jake, Addison with baby Henry, were accompanied by Charlotte King and her family to the mysterious town of Midnight.

"Tell me again why we all had to fly Texas?" Charlotte's husband Cooper asked as he pushed their triplets in the stroller.

Cooper's 12-year-old son Mason spoke, "because the babies wanted us to."

Cooper shook his head. "Yes, the babies." He looked down at his daughters. "Uncle Jake gets a letter, your mommy has a strange dream and now we're all headed to the middle of the desert."

After picking up their rental cars Cooper followed Jake along the strangely deserted highway, four hours to the town of Midnight. At first, Jake was unsure of where to go since the GPS was constantly losing signal. But where ever he looked he saw signs; a tree that looked like an angel, a cloud that looked like a demon, even a series of cacti that looked like a playground full of school children.

Shortly after he saw an actual sign, 'Welcome to Midnight, Texas- population 8-'. "Where are we going, exactly?" Addison asked.

"I'll know it when I see it." And he saw it almost immediately; 'Strong Angel Tattoos.' Jake parked the car and stepped out of the driver's seat, unsure of how to proceed.

Manfred emerged from the shadows. "Holy crap it's really you." He held out his hand for a handshake.

Charlotte's family parked behind Jake's car. "This is the place I saw in my dream," she said as her husband unloaded the triplets.

Joe came out of the shop. "Welcome." He said to the entire group.

Charlotte looked at him. "Joe, your name is Joe." Suddenly the babies started to cry.

"Who is he?" Mason asked.

Jake answered. "He's- he's the person who has the answers we seek."

"Actually that person would be Fiji," Joe said. "I can give you'll the walking tour."

"Fiji?" Addison asked. The young witch lived in a house at the edge of town. The home that formerly belonged to her great aunt had a modest exterior, but with a massive garden and greenhouse attached to the back. But that was not what as drawing everyone's attention. In Fiji's arms was a baby. Judging by the clothing it appeared to be a girl.

"Jake!" she said happily. Ran to him, but instead of greeting him with a kiss or even a hug she stopped about six inches from him and raised a hand. The energy from her palm took the form of sparkling blue light. "I know you are your friends are medical doctors, students of science. So what I'm about to say might get taken the wrong way."

Addison took a step forward. "The baby is Jake's..."

Joe nodded. "That was why I cam to Ms. King in a dream, so more than one of you would be on the same page. This is a place of spirits, of magic, of sorcery."

Fiji nodded. "That's why it is not the place to raise a child. Especially not a child born of great power." As she placed the baby in Jake's arms the little girl looked up at him and smiled. "It wasn't a dream, you are the guardian of the unborn, the King of the angels."

Olivia entered through the back garden. "I skyped with my lawyer friend, we hammed out all the details," she said to Fiji, her eyes focused on a package of papers. The blonde suddenly looked up. "Oh, they're here."

Addison shook her head. "You, Fiji- is it? Yes, as you said we are students of science. Now I let say I am willing to put my entire life's work to the side and look at the world through fantasy and magic. The fact remains- why are we here?"

Oliva handed her the papers. "Take a guess."

Addison gave the papers a quick glance. "Fiji wants to give us the baby?"

Fiji's eyes were locked with Jake's. "She was never meant to be mine."

There were tears in Jake's eyes. Mason looked at the other babies. They all seemed to want out of their respective strollers. He started with the triplets. The little girls were old enough to toddle. "Uncle Jake, " Mason said. "sit down on the floor so my sisters can meet the baby." Jake carefully lowered himself to the floor. The three little toddlers surrounded Jake, they little voices squealing with delight.

Mason held his hand out to Fiji. "I'm Mason, that's my dad and Ms. Cartlotte is my step-mom."

"You're such a sweet young man," she said as she shook his hand.

"Thank you," Mason said as he moved baby Henry closer to Jake.

"What's the baby's name?" Mason asked.

Addison looked at the paperwork. "She doesn't have a name? How have you been referring to her?"

"Her name is Wish," Fiji replied. "My little wish." She knelt down to Jake who was surrounded by curious toddlers. "And your princesses."

Jake wiped tears from his eyes. "I can't. I can't take your daughter."

Joe spoke up,"You must. It's not safe for her here. She will be a constant target for creatures looking to feed on or steal her power."

"You think I can protect her better than a team headed by an angel?" Jake asked.

Joe sat by his side. "Mason, someone wants to say hello." He waved his hand opening a portal of pure light.

The boy's eyes were focused on something beyond the light. "Mom?"

Joe touched little Wish's forehead. "Your world is surrounded by guardian spirits. There is no doubt in my mind or heart, this precious child will be safe in California."

The group would spend the night in town, meeting the rest of the cast of characters. The next morning they would head back to the city in preparation for their flight back to California.

Baby Wish was able to fly as a lap child, sitting with her father. On the flight, Jake fell asleep with the baby in his arms. He awoke to his wife gently stroking his hand. She had been holding Henry who was, squirming, trying to see the baby.

"I had an idea for a name," she said. "Lily Angel Reilly."

Her words caused little Henry to shriek with delight.

Jake chuckled. "I like it."