To You I'll Give The World

Title is from Songbird by Fleetwood Mac.

Thank you reviewers! To reply to Alex, Yes accounts are free, though it's strange that you said it didn't work for you. And yeah I would certainly check out the stories if I had the chance, and offer any help. Thanks for the review. Jane as always, you're a wee angel. Thank you for the review, I'm glad you liked it.

Chris watched intently, mouth agape as the doctors and nurses ran frantically around the room, all in aid of Jill and their unborn child. The operating room was filled with mummers, feet echoing and the constant beeping coming from the monitors.

"Let's get the baby out of here….She's already lost too much blood." The female surgeon spoke urgently through her mask. Immediately, Chris took a step closer to the observing glass. He wished he could be right in the room with Jill, and be the first to lay eyes upon their son, but he knew an extra body would create more unnecessary havoc in the already very busy room.

Chris was full of emotion. This was the moment he dreamed of, but with such complications, at this stage they were unsure if the baby was even still alive.

He watched as the surgeon reached into the womb and gently lifted out the tiny, exceedingly fragile baby. The umbilical cord was quickly snipped, and a nurse reached over to place the baby into a towel, wiping off the excess blood and mucus. All the nurses now began to crowd around their child, placing a small oxygen mask over the mouth to aid with his breathing. Chris let out a sigh of relief, his child was okay. Though he was shocked by the size of him. A smile played on his lips as he was overcome with love.

Things changed. The surgeon turned her head nonchalantly over to Jill's form, "She's hemorrhaging…"

Chris's heart broke, just as he thought everything would be okay…

The consistent beep of Jill's monitor was no longer quite so consistent. The beeps began to steadily slow. Decreasing further until a constant beep, the flat line noise echoed through Chris's ears.

To Chris's distress none of the nurses, nor even the surgeon turned to Jill's aid. They still surrounded their young son, seemingly oblivious to the drone of the monitor filling the room.

"Hey! Help her! What are you doing?" Chris yelled at the top of his voice, as the realisation that Jill's heart had stopped beating kicked in. Banging furiously on the glass he continued his shouts, "She's dying, do something! ...Jill!"

He seemed to be ignored, until after a brief moment, the surgeon turned to face the glass separating them.

"No, Chris, she's already dead…" Her voice was monotonous, without any feeling at all in her words.

"Not if you do something! Do something!" His pleads were so loud he could swear the whole hospital would hear them. Unwillingly, he felt warmth pass along his cheeks, as tears dropped as he argued with her.

"We don't need her… Now we have your son, that's all I've ever really wanted…" Her voice seemed somewhat teasing.

"What the fuck? Get me out of here!" Chris continually yelled, desperately trying to open the door that separated him from his love.

"…Chris, Chris, Chris…We can't do that…" The surgeon removed her mask, revealing the devilish smile which belonged to Alex Wesker.

Chris continued to bash the door and glass, until blood ran from his knuckles, all the while shouting at the devil before him.

"Chris…"

"Chris?"

Chris threw his head up in shock, a trickle of sweat sticking his brown locks to his brow. Opening his eyes wide, he took in his surroundings. It was only a dream. He was seated alone in the waiting room, having drifted off in his seat. Worry took over him; he never meant to fall asleep. Though he in his defence he hadn't slept for 24 hours. He quickly snapped his head around to the young woman who was calling his name.

"Is everything okay?" He asked hastily towards the short young nurse before him. Her plump lips twitched into a slight frown, removing Chris's hopes, "How long have I been asleep? Jill hasn't woken has she?"

"No, Chris. You've been here for four hours…"

"Well shouldn't she be awake by now?" He interrupted, standing abruptly from his seated position.

"Yes, come with me and you can see her." She quickly led Chris into Jill's room, she had many wires and tubes connected to her, but at least she looked peaceful. "She seems to be in a comatose state, now it's only been four hours. For all we know it could just be a delay for the anesthesia to wear off."

Chris's heart sunk. A coma? He couldn't believe it, it should have been the best moment of their lives. As if things couldn't get worse.

"Surely it would be wearing off by now?" He asked nervously, taking Jill's hand softly into his own.

"Yes, that is why we think she may be slipping into a coma. She did lose a lot of blood with the surgery. And with the experiments conducted in Africa, no one is really too sure how her body reacts. But don't fret, she is still responsive to light and pain. We're hopeful; we think it's unlikely for her to remain in this comatose state for any longer than a couple of days."

A couple of days still seemed long to him. He worried, but some comfort was brought to him knowing the doctors saw it as a temporary thing.

"And, your son is now stabilised. He will have to remain in SCBU, but you're willing to see him if you'd wish." The nurse said more cheerfully.

Chris was overcome with joy. He saw their son briefly as he was born, but immediately he was whisked away due to his prematurity.

"I should warn you, he is connected up to various monitors and I know it can be distressful. But I assure you it's for his own good, and even in the short time he's been born, he's growing stronger."

"Can you take me to him please?" The nurse gave a smile and nodded. Before Chris left, he placed a gentle kiss on Jill's forehead and whispered words of love to his unconsciousness fiancée.

Chris walked into the intensive care unit, glancing toward the various other babies in the room. His heart went out to them, they were so young and innocent, they shouldn't have been in a hospital clinging for life.

The nurse pointed over to one of the babies with a smile, giving Chris room to spend time with his newly born son.

The nurse was right; the sight was quite distressing for him. His child lay snuggly up in blankets within the plastic bed which kept him secure. A tube wrapped around his button nose, helping him with the breathing, along with another tube coming from his wrist. Connected to it was a small label reading 'Redfield'.

Chris etched forward after overcoming the initial shock. He gazed upon his child with the most loving eyes. The baby boy may have been tiny in size compared to the normal, but he was perfect in his father's eyes.

Immediately Chris saw the resemblance to Jill, his small round nose definitely belonged to his mother. It brought a smile over Chris's face, wishing Jill would be able to see the child too. Sadness developed him, and he immediately began to think the worst. What if Jill never woke? She would never be able to see their son, never be able to experience the complete wave of love only achieved by having a child. Chris tried to shake the negative feelings off, and focus on the sheer happiness he had for his son.

"Hey baby boy, I'm your daddy…" Chris whispered, not wanting to disturb other families. Very gently, with immense caution, he placed his hand into the bed, reaching gently for the tiny hand of his son's.

The movement and noise woke the child up from his slumber. His eyes flicked open, and looked intently at his father before him. His piercing blue eyes caught with Chris's, reminding him completely of his mother, who too was blessed with bright blue orbs.

Chris let out a large grin as his child looked upon him. Very faintly Chris felt his son wrap his hand onto Chris's much larger finger. Already Chris was completely and utterly smitten with him.

Claire and Luke had heard the news of Jill and the baby. Already they had been to visit Jill, who remained in her unconscious state, but they thought it only fair for someone to contact Anna.

"Did you hear any more about Ada?" Claire asked, while watching the trees which passed them outside the window.

"I don't know what's happening. She's in questioning with the BSAA. On one side she killed the woman the BSAA were looking for; on the other she was a spy for a long time… They don't know what information she possesses, nor would they know how to trust her." Luke replied.

"I hope it works out, if Leon trusts her then that's enough for me."

"Her heart's in the right place… I'm just amazed it's over, we don't have to worry about Alex anymore."

"Yeah…" Luke picked up on Claire's lack of enthusiasm.

"What's the matter, Claire?"

"I just pray Jill's alright…and the baby, those two have been through enough. Can't they just be happy?" Her voice broke slightly as she spoke. She worried much for Chris; she knew there was only so much heartache a man could take.

"I have a feeling everything will be okay. The doctors are hopeful, so we should be too…"

"I suppose… You know I'm really glad you're here with me, if I lost you I…"

"I'm here, you won't lose me." Luke interrupted, hoping to stop the doubt and fear which polluted Claire's mind. She gave him a smile and leaned over to peck his lips. Luke stopped the car, and both got out to inform Anna of the events which had occurred.

Unbelievably a day had passed since Jill had given birth. Jill still remained in her comatose state, however she had begun to react even more to noises, and one of the nurses noted she stirred from her slumber during the night. This gave Chris the hope he needed. Added to this, the doctors had commented on the steady improvement of their little baby's strength.

Chris sat vigilantly by Jill's bedside. It was nice to have just the two of them. It gave time for Chris to think. She lay so perfectly on the bed; it made him almost afraid to disrupt her peacefulness.

He gently took her soft hand into his own, and bowed his head.

"Jill, sweetie, I really need you to wake up now…" Chris whispered softly. He knew it wouldn't do much, he didn't really believe she could even hear him. But the doctors did encourage him to talk to her, in case she did recognise his voice.

He held her hand to his face, laying a couple of delicate kisses upon it.

"You need to see our son… I really need you, and he needs you. If not wake up for me, but please wake up for him…" Chris continued to stare at her face. She wore not a piece of make-up, but she didn't need it, she was pretty as she was. "You know he's absolutely perfect…Beautiful in fact, you did a good job."

Her lips twitched upwards, making Chris smile brightly. Perhaps she could hear him after all.

"I haven't even named him yet, Jill…And he really needs a name." Chris let out a slight chuckle as he continued to ramble. "I know we had a couple in mind, but you being a typical woman, you never made up your mind."

Chris stopped his joking, his face becoming saddened. He leaned up to brush the stray brunette locks from her eyes.

"I love you, Jill. Please wake up... It's over. It's all over; we can live the life we're meant too… You just have to wake up."

The sound of the door opening made Chris jump back, wiping at his eyes to ensure his tear never fell.

"Oh I'm sorry I didn't mean to interrupt, I just came to check up on her." The nurse who had entered quickly apologised.

"You're not interrupting anything, it's okay." Chris recognised the nurse; it was the same one who spoke to him the previous day. She seemed sweet enough, always checking up on Jill.

"Have you been to see the little one today?" She said happily, moving around to check Jill's monitors. "He's such a cutie."

"Yeah I saw him this morning. He'll be a heartbreaker, that's for sure." She let out a nervous giggle. "I was wondering if there was any way I could bring him here. Just for a short while, it's just he's never even met his mom."

"Yeah, I'm sure that'll be okay. I'll see what I can do for you."

"Thank you so much." She gave him a smile and left him with Jill.

…

Chris's idea had been met positively. Their baby was strong enough to be moved up, and the doctors hoped perhaps it would help Jill. A male nurse led the baby's bed into Jill's room, and ensured to set up the necessary monitors. He couldn't stay here forever, but Chris just wished to introduce him to his mother.

"Am I allowed to hold him?" Chris asked as the nurse was about to leave.

"Yeah of course you can, you just must be very careful. He's still very fragile and young."

"Thank you." The nurse nodded and left.

With upmost caution, Chris lifted his son up and out of the bed, cradling him close to his chest. He felt so light and fragile in his arms. Chris leaned down and placed the gentleness of kisses upon the little boy's forehead.

"Baby boy, this is your mom. And she is the bravest lady I know." Chris moved his left hand to caress his son's face, "And she loves you to pieces…That's why both of us need you to grow nice and strong…"

Jill remained frozen, apart from her eyelids twitching occasionally.

A squeal erupted in the room, causing the small baby to stir from his sleep and cry. Chris turned angrily around to see who caused the upset.

Claire stood at the doorway, hand covering her mouth to stop another outburst. It was the first time she'd seen the baby, as only parents were really meant to visit him in SCBU. Immediately she came over to Chris and cooed over his shoulder to the handsome little man in his arms.

Luke and Anna stepped in afterwards, both admiring the baby.

Chris gave a smile, and gently rocked the baby so to hush his cries.

"Oh my goodness Chris, he's actually adorable." Claire whispered to him after the baby had stopped his tears.

"Yeah he is quite something huh?" Chris laughed. "Little man, I'd like you to meet your auntie Claire. And that scary man over there is your uncle Luke. And last but most certainly not least, is your big sister Anna."

Luke and Anna smiled and stepped around to take a seat on the opposite side of Jill.

"He's so cute Chris; I'm going to be awesome at this sibling thing." Anna joked.

"Can I hold him please?" Claire pleaded. Chris reluctantly passed his son over to the hands of his sister.

"Be careful with him…"

"How is she, Chris?" Luke asked, looking over to the still unconscious Jill.

"Ah, she's okay I guess. I just hope she can hear us, and wake up." He let out a humourless laugh, as his glance moved over to his fiancée.

Claire carefully rocked the baby in her arms, humming happily at him. No doubt about it, she was broody.

"Have the BSAA talked to you yet?" Luke questioned Chris.

"They tried but I told them to shove it. I'm not really in the mood for talking to them, I more wanted…"

"Chris?"

Chris stopped his words, as he heard the faint call for him. A tired hand placed itself above his. He snapped his head to the hand, and followed it till he saw Jill looking at him weakly, desperately trying to stay awake.

"Jill?" He thought his eyes deceived him. After staring blankly at her, she made a faint smile at his shocked expression. Her smile convinced him his eyes weren't deceiving him and in fact she was awake.

Immediately, he cupped her face, and swooped in to leave a tender kiss on her lips. She barely had time to react and just sat in shock. He kept hold of her face, smiling brightly at her.

"I'm so glad you're awake, I love you."

"So I heard…" Jill croaked out, smiling faintly back at him. She heard more than he expected. "What's happening, Chris?"

She became slightly more agitated as she asked. Her memory wasn't good, she only remembered being with Alex, nothing beyond that. Placing a hand to her stomach, her bump was gone.

"There was a complication with the pregnancy, but you're okay." He said soothingly.

"And Alex is dead, Jill. Your worries are over." Luke piped in happily.

Jill turned her head over to his direction, and as she did her eyes caught onto the fragile baby within Claire's arms. Unwillingly, her eyes began to well as she laid eyes for the first time upon her child. She latched out her arms with more strength than she thought, and watched as Claire brought the baby to her.

Jill took him from Claire's arms, and enveloped him in her loving arms. Gazing upon him, he was all she had ever wished for. All she had ever wanted. He stared brightly back at her, as she soothingly ran her thumb along his cheek. She was exhausted, but she was far too in love with her child to even notice or care.

Everyone surrounded her, and shared with her happiness, bright smiles playing across all of their faces.

Jill reached down and kissed her son's forehead. She was oblivious to the tears which fell from her eyes; all that matter now was her son. Her love was indescribable; words wouldn't do justice to the happiness she felt. She leaned down to whisper to her baby's ear,

"Jack Richard Redfield, welcome to the world."

Eugh, it sickened me to write 'mom'….So unnatural! Haha. Yay, happiness and cheese in a chapter for once! Haha, Merry Christmas or Happy Holidays to you all. Hope you enjoyed it.

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