After an autopsy of the dead driver had been performed it had been determined that he had suffered a heart attack just prior to the crash. That knowledge had taken all the fire out of Burger's initial fury at the situation. When the district attorney had first heard what had happened his cynical mind had seized upon more sinister explanations such as drunk driving or something along those lines. Learning that someone had lost their life due to a health condition was always a sad thing and Burger felt nothing but sympathy for that man's family.

Alexandra and their baby girl remained in the hospital for nearly a week. Prior to the accident Burger and his wife had settled upon Helen for the first name if the baby was a girl. They'd still been up in the air about the middle name, but had been leaning toward Rose. Drake had saved the day though so the new parents felt it only fair to find a name with the first initial P as a nod to the friend that had delivered young Helen.

"I'm not too fond of the name Paula," Alexandra said thoughtfully as they gazed at Helen. The baby definitely looked like a Helen. Now they had to find a P name that she looked like too.

"Patricia is a little common," Burger said thoughtfully. "Something no one else is using right now… Paige?"

Turning it over in her mind a bit, Alexandra smiled after a moment and nodded in agreement. "A little French, but I like it."

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Perry Mason arrived at his office that Monday morning about a week later. He stopped short as he heard a baby's soft coo from Della's office just adjacent to his and he peeked in and feigned a worried look.

"Something you want to tell me, Della?" He teased, finally cracking a smile. The sharply dressed lawyer had to admit though that his secretary and current love looked quite beautiful with a baby in her arms; and for a moment he envied his courtroom opponent the domestic life he was enjoying now. He couldn't help but imagine for a moment that Della and the baby were his. Perhaps Mason would have to have a talk Burger and find out if the prosecutor recommended it.

The stunning brunette gave him a withering look, but her hazel eyes held humor so Mason knew she was simply teasing him.

"I think you would have been able to tell by now if I'd been stowing away one of these," she said as she adjusted the baby in her arms and cuddled her close. "I asked Alexandra if she'd bring little Helen by so we could meet her. Would you like to hold her?"

Mason looked uncertain. Part of him wanted to, but he didn't have a great deal of experience with babies. He acquiesced with a shy smile when Della held baby Helen out encouragingly. Mason swayed gently on his feet as most people often did unconsciously when holding a baby and he gazed at the little newborn with curiosity and a softness in his expression that Della hadn't seen before.

"She looks like Hamilton," Mason noted. He looked over at Della when she chuckled.

"That's what everyone has said. Tragg *keeps* saying it."

Looking back at the baby, Mason cocked his head, indicating for his secretary to come take a second look. She gazed over Mason's broad shoulder and tried to see what Mason and everyone else saw.

"See?" Mason said. "Look at that stern expression. She looks like any minute now she'll object to something."

Della laughed and gave her love a quick peck on the cheek. "Well, Hamilton has certainly looked less stern since little Helen showed up. She is the apple of his eye now I'd have to say."

"That bad I take it?"

"That bad. Hamilton probably already owns stock in shotguns just waiting for Helen to start dating," Della smirked with amusement. "And they'll be back for her shortly. They went to have breakfast since I'd offered to sit for a few hours."

A knock at the back door surprised the both of them and they both glanced at the door curiously. Mason wasn't expecting anyone at the moment, but the knock had Paul's unique signature.

"Come in, Paul," Mason called as loudly as he could without (hopefully) waking up the baby.

"Hiya, Perry. Della."

Entering Mason's office fully, Paul caught sight of Mason holding little Helen and his grin widened as he held out his arms for the baby. "There's my girl!"

Mason handed the baby over with a mock puzzled expression on his handsome face. "I thought she was Hamilton's…"

"You know what I mean," Drake responded. "Do you mind if I run down to the coffee shop with her for a few minutes. Hamilton said he took her out shopping with him without Alexandra a few days ago and apparently babies are magnets for women. If Hamilton can get that much attention, I'm sure I can."

Mason and Della shared an amused look. "Alright, Paul," Mason said. "But don't keep her too long. Her parents are supposed to be returning for little Helen after they've finished breakfast."

"Back in a flash!" Drake grinned, sneaking back out the back way.

"I wonder if Hamilton and Alexandra will ever get their baby back," Della quipped.