Jayden's POV

I opened my eyes to stare up at the whiteness above me. The last thing I remembered was the relaxing feeling of letting go, releasing everything. I remembered drops of blood flowing down over my fingers and then staining the white tile underneath me. The darkness swallowing me, the feeling of drifting to sleep. "Good morning, princess. How are you?" I heard a familiar voice ask. I looked up to see my father standing over me, looking much healthier. His face flushed more and his green eyes sparkled. He leaned down to kiss my forehead and I stretched up to hug him. "What happened?" I asked, realizing that the place where I was wasn't Heaven, but a hospital. "Adam came upstairs to check on you, and found you. Don't you dare ever scare me like that again." Dad hissed the last sentence, and his eyes burned with anger. I knew he was just upset because he loved me, and he didn't want me to get hurt, but I still didn't like it. "I'm sorry Dad, I promise that won't ever happen again."

He nodded stiffly and sat down in the chair beside my bed. I felt a dull pain in my wrists and Dad ran his hand through his hair. He sighed and then looked back up at me. "Do you have any idea how worried I was about you? Why would you even think about doing something like that?" He said this gently, probably not wanting to upset me. "I didn't know what was going on whenever all those alarms went off. I thought you were dying. I just wanted to stay with you." Dad looked like he was going to cry for a second, but pulled himself together. "Honey…" he said gently, shaking his head. "I was dying, my lung collapsed. The doctors did the emergency surgery and got the cancer out. I'll have to stay here for another week, but then I get to go home." This news hit me like a truck. Dad was coming home? All those endless nights of crying, all that stress on Mom, all of it was over? "Really?" I asked, barely audible. All the air had slipped out of my lungs. "Yes, really. You and I are going to be fine, even though your mother-" Dad broke off as Mom ran into the room.

"Jayden don't you dare ever scare me like that again! Do you hear me? I was worried sick about you! I slept here the entire night and Blake had three breakdowns! Thank God Adam found you-" Mom started what was going to be a very long lecture and I sighed. I had no IV's or anything so I stood up and slid out of bed. My wrists were bandaged and I could feel the stitches underneath. I sat on Dad's lap and listened to Mom rant. My wrists ached, my Dad was still pale and skinny, and my mom was screaming at me, but I couldn't be happier.

*Two weeks later*

I glared down at my stitches. Just one more week and then they were off. I got out of school, summer had finally arrived. Dad got back from the hospital last week and has thrown himself into his job, painting the nursery and playing with Blake. Me and Dad have really long conversations a lot. Sometimes we deliberately take long care rides just to talk to each other. Adam and his wife, Fiona are coming over soon. She's a really nice girl, it surprised me that she used to be an alcoholic. Mom and Dad are having them over to dinner tonight to celebrate Dad getting better. I sighed as I rocked back and forth on the swing, watching Dad and Blake play. Dad looked so happy. His eyes glittered and he barely stopped laughing at everything Blake did. Blake really did look like Dad, and sometimes I wished I looked more like him.

"Jade, go wash your hands and get ready to eat. Did you put the medicine on your wrists?"

"Yeah, Dad. I'll be down in a second." I walked up the steps and into my room. I walked over to my dresser and gently slid my hand along the edge of the wood until my fingers slid over the picture. I had gotten the blood off of it after I came home. I gently traced the outlines of the photograph before I looked at it. It was the same picture of me and Dad at camp, and we still looked just as happy. I didn't want to hold onto that memory so tightly. Yeah, it was a great memory. But I didn't want to waste my time staring at a photograph when I had the real man downstairs waiting for me. I turned the picture over and left my room, going downstairs to go see my dad.

When I got downstairs, everyone was already sitting down, Adam and Fiona already talking with Dad. His dark hair was in his face and the familiar smirk my mother had fallen in love with was on his lips. I stopped for a second, watching my Mom and Dad play footsie under the table. I thought it was adorable how he stared at her, his eyes burning with love. Of course they had been having a lot of…you know. After Dad came home, that seemed to be important to him, making up for lost time. He had the respect to be quiet and do it when they thought we were asleep. He made up for lost time in other places too, spending hours with Blake and I, and preparing for his next child. I had been so focused about Dad, I had barely thought about the baby. Now she was topic of conversation. "What are you guys going to name her?" Adam asked. Dad smiled, looking over at Mom as Blake fussed with his chicken nuggets. "We were thinking something along the lines of…Never mind, I'll tell you later." My Dad said, seeing me.

"Speaking of kids…" Adam said, smiling slightly and looking over at his wife. Fiona blushed and I sat down. "Babe, do you want to tell them?" he asked. Fiona shook her head, her dark curls flowing over her shoulders. "You can." She said. "Eli, Clare. We were wondering if you'd like to be godparents. The adoption went through, we're getting a daughter next month."

A/N Who saw that coming? REVIEW! The baby is born next chapter! Any ideas on names for EITHER baby? I had an idea of naming the baby after a certain someone, can anyone guess who?