"Nicole?" he questions.
She nods without saying another word about it.
"I think that I'm going to leave you two alone..."
"Don't go."
"You need to bond with her and I have a couple of errands I have to run."
"Don't leave," she begs him.
"Ok," he agrees.
He takes a seat next to her. She stares at the little girl in her arms.
"Are you sure that she's ok?" Catherine asks doubtfully.
"They said that she seems fine."
"Seems? There is a difference between seems and..."
"Catherine she's perfectly fine."
"What if she's not? What if I did something that..."
"Stop you'll drive yourself crazy thinking like that."
"How do I explain this?"
"Who says that you have to?"
"Don't you think that people are going to notice..."
"Catherine don't worry about it. I thought that you were past the point of caring what people think."
"This isn't something you can just shrug off. I had a baby... I didn't even know that I was pregnant. How does that even happen?"
He doesn't reply.
"How did I not know? I should have known. I wouldn't have..."
"Catherine just calm down. You can't live in the past," he tells her.
"I know," she says softly.
Eventually she calms down and drifts to sleep. Nick very carefully snaps a picture of Catherine sleeping with Finley curled up on her chest.
She doesn't sleep for very long. She starts to wake up when she hears crying. She feels Nick scoop the baby up, and she opens her eyes. Nick holds Finley and tries to soothe her.
"That's not going to work," Catherine tells him.
"How do you know?"
"She's hungry," Catherine answers.
"How do you know?"
Catherine motions for the baby. Nick hands the baby to her. "I'll go get the nurse," he tells her making an assumption. She chuckles quietly letting him get as far as the door. "Nick that's not necessary."
He turns around to ask why, but he finds a blanket draped over her. He walks back and starts to laugh.
"Why are you laughing?" she asks him.
"Now you're going to start being modest?" he questions.
"What's that supposed to mean?"
"You used to be..."
"What's your point?" she growls.
"I helped you deliver her I don't think," he points to her, "that is going to bother me."
She doesn't say anything, she just smiles at him and shakes her head, "I forgot." She tries to blow the hair out of her face. He brushes the hair out of her face and tucks it behind her ear.
"How am I going to tell Lindsey?"
Nick simply shrugs.
"And my mother... I have to..."
"You could just give them a call. Lindsey's called you half a dozen times."
"Did you talk to her?"
"No."
He grabs her phone out of her purse. He hands it to her.
"Can you dial?"
He nods and quickly dials Lindsey. He puts the phone up to Catherine's ear and she holds it with her shoulder.
"Hello?"
"Mom?"
"Yeah Lindsey..." before Catherine can finish her sentence Lindsey interrupts her.
"Where have you been? I kept calling, and you didn't answer your phone. Are you ok?"
"I'm fine," she reassures her daughter.
"So where are you?"
"Don't panic..." Catherine warns her.
"No good sentences start with don't panic," Lindsey lectures her.
"I'm in the hospital."
"What happened? Are you ok?"
"Lindsey I'm fine."
"What happened?"
"Why don't you come down here and I'll explain everything to you," Catherine suggests.
"Ok. What room are you in?" she asks.
"Uh hold on..." she looks at Nick "What room am I in?" she questions.
"Two thirty six," he answers.
"Two thirty six," she tells Lindsey.
"Ok. I'll be there soon," Lindsey assures her.
Nick takes the phone and Catherine takes a deep breath. She carefully maneuvers the baby on her shoulder in attempt to burp her.
"You can't do it that way," he tells her, "She's too little."
"How am I supposed to do it?" Catherine questions curiously.
He very carefully takes the fragile baby from her and lays her body against his arm, gently bracing her chest against his hand. He very cautiously pats her.
"You're going to be a great Dad," she tells him.
"Yeah one day," he tells her.
"Nick I can't do this on my own. I just... I can't," she admits.
"You'll figure it out, you always do."
"I know."
"Besides you've got Lindsey and your mom," he points out.
"It's not enough," she tells him.
He gives the baby back to her, and she wraps her back up. "I don't think that I can do this."
"Of course you can. Can I ask you something?"
She nods.
"Do you know who..."
She answers the question before he finishes it, "Yes and no."
"Yes and no?"
"I don't know his name," she admits shamefully.
"Oh."
"Will you help me with her?"
"I'd be glad to," he smiles.
"Nick..."
"Yeah?"
"Will you be her godfather?" she asks.
"I'd be honored," he answers.
"Lindsey should be here by now shouldn't she?" Catherine asks.
"Let me go see if I can find her," he suggests.
He leaves the room, and starts down the hallway. The elevator dings, and the doors open. Lindsey steps off the elevator.
"Hey. How is she?" Lindsey asks.
"Ok," he answers.
"What happened?"
"I'll let her explain."
"Where is she?"
"Wait," he gently grasps her arm.
"What?"
"Don't stare."
"Don't stare?"
"Don't stare at her. She looks like death warmed over. She doesn't know that, so don't bring it up."
"What's going on?"
"You should ask her."
"Nick!"
"She had to have a blood transfusion. They gave her five pints of blood."
"Ok," Lindsey nods trying to understand.
He leads her to her room. He goes into Catherine's room and announces, "Look who I found."