I woke up to the heart monitor beeping. I shook the grogginess off me and looked around. Beca was sitting in the chair beside me and she was rocking Caellum. He seemed bigger. Beca looked incredibly relieved to see me awake.

"Chloe, oh my god." she sat up, shifting Caellum in her arm.

"What happened Beck?" my voice was barely a whisper.

"Well I swerved and bumped the rail pretty hard. When I did your head cracked the window. You've been unconscious for three weeks. Everyone else was fine. Caellum stayed asleep the whole time." she reached over and handed him to me.

I cuddled him in my arms. Thanks to me, we could have lost him.

"Beca, I am so sorry. I was playing around, and I took it too far. My mistake could have cost us so much more." I started crying.

"But it didn't babe. I was playing too. I should have been more focussed on the road. Fact is, everyone is safe. We all made it through and it's going to be fine. We can't change that it happened, so let's take the lessons from it and move on."

The doctors kept me another week, just to make sure everything was working properly in my head. It was the longest week of my life. I hated hospitals. They smelled funny and I always correlated bad news to a hospital. Beca brought Caellum to me every day. He made it feel better. He was the only good thing that ever came from a hospital.

I was blown away by how strong he was getting. He could pull himself to a sitting position using just your hand for support. He was holding his own head up, and the grip he had was killer. We were sitting on the bed and he was 'jumping' for me, when the nurse came in.

"Our favorite patient is finally leaving us!" she said excitedly. "Chloe, you can go home today. Just promise you'll bring that boy around to visit us? He sure has brought some sunshine to a rather dreary ward." she handed me a couple papers. I signed them. "The doctor will be in in a moment to talk about your release."

When the doctor came in I passed Caellum to Beca and sat up to listen. He seemed very... Serious about it.

"Miss Beale, there's a few conditions of us letting you go that I need to go over. First, we would like to monitor your recovery. Fact of the matter is, you hit your head and we had to relieve the swelling. This can cause problems in the future. Second, I want you away from operating motor vehicles for at least another month. If something happens and you lose control, we can't afford another head injury. Third, you will be on medications for a while, and you need to make sure you take them on time. Does this sound manageable? If not you are more than welcome to stay here."

"I'll make sure she meets the conditions Doc. No problem. When do you need her back for an appointment?"

"A month from tomorrow." Beca typed it into her calendar.

When I got home, Jesse had made my favorite supper for me. I sat down at the table and Beca pushed a pile of five pills towards me.

"What are these even for? Did he explain any of it to you?" I asked her, feeling very nervous about the amount of medications I was on.

"Yeah, he did. These two blue ones are for pains and headaches, its Naproxen. The green one is Paxil, for PTSD. The white ones with the V in them is Valium. That's to prevent seizures. I know it looks like a lot babe, but it's temporary. Trust me." I nodded and downed the five pills. "You might feel sleepy babe. That's a lot of stuff in your body. I'll make the bed up. I'm really glad you're home Chloe." she kissed me softly.

Beca was right. I started getting tired pretty fast. She came over to the table and carried me to bed. She tucked me in and said she'd be back as soon as she got Caellum to bed. I fell asleep before she came back.

I woke up with a start. I'd had this nightmare in the hospital once before. In my dream I punched Beca and when she hit the guardrail the car flipped. And Caellum... He was gone. I started crying as the headache settled in. Beca leaned over to the nightstand and grabbed my meds. This time there was a red one.

"It should help you sleep Chlo. I know the dream is scary, but you need to sleep and rest. Try it?" I took my pills and laid back down.

The little red pill did nothing to help me sleep. I waited until I heard Beca's breathing even out, then I tiptoed to Caellum's room. I carefully lifted him from his crib, and laid back in the Lazy Boy rocker we'd gotten. Holding him in my arms calmed me down more than anything else and I found myself drifting to sleep with him.

.Around seven, Caellum started pulling on my ears. That was my wake up call. I easily fell back into the routine of warming his bottle, changing his diaper and getting him dressed for the day. When I was feeding him, Beca came out.

"I didn't feel you wake up this morning. How long have you been awake?" she asked worriedly.

"Just like fifteen minutes. The red pill didn't help, so I went to see Caellum. I fell asleep in the Lazy Boy. He woke me up." just then he giggled, like he knew what he had done.

"Okay, I'll get your medication ready." I rolled my eyes.

Things continued like that for a month. When we went back and saw my specialist, he figured I could stop taking the red sleeping pill and the Valium. He still wanted me taking the Paxil though. The dreams hadn't stopped. He continued to prescribe me the pain pills though, just in case. Things were looking up. I had been nervous that I would be on these pills forever. I was only on one now, and that one seemed to be the only thing that was helping me close my eyes at night.

Meanwhile, Beca had started making plans for our wedding. She had invites ready to go out, she just wanted to confirm the day. So one day, out on the terrace she brought it up.

"What day do you want to get married on love?" she passed me a joint.

"May 23 of course. That's the day you-"

"First asked you out. I figured. You always were kinda sappy Red."

"Only after I met you." I stuck my tongue out at her.

We both started laughing. We couldn't stop either. We laid back on the couch and just let go. There was something really therapeutic about it. Like, the past six months it had seemed like we'd forgotten what it felt like to have a good time. It was nice to know we still had that after everything.

Caellum was four and a half months old now. He was starting to crawl. The kid was in everything. We had to buy all these child locks and baby gates. One day he got under the sink where Jesse keeps all the cleaners. Thankfully Jesse got him before he got into any bottles, but it was enough of a scare that we took some precaution.

Jesse had bonded a lot with the little guy. He was always offering to hang out with him or begging to take him out. I think the effect was evident on the day we were celebrating five months.

Jesse had made a beautiful cake for him. It was hand decorated and of course made from scratch. When Jesse walked out with it and we were all clapping, Caellum looked at Jesse, pointed and said "Unca!" His first word. Jesse almost dropped the cake. Beca was getting the video camera ready in case he said it again and I was speechless.

"Caellum who's this?" Beca pointed at Jesse, trying to coax it out of our son.

"Unca!" he screamed and started clapping for himself.