Hi guys! A VERY brief chapter this week (it's been a busy weekend), included specifically for a Guest named Sara who messaged asking for a bit of clarification and asking me to please not leave this bit out. I hope that this is what she wanted! Hope that you all enjoy this chapter, and I promise a longer one next week!

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The sun was coming up as Chibs made his way back towards Teller-Morrow. The time on his own hadn't lead him to any grand conclusions. He was sure that they had all speculated on his possible location, but truthfully he had spent the night at home, blissfully alone with his thoughts, drinking significant amounts of whiskey, knowing that Fiona and Kerrianne would stay at the Clubhouse with the baby. He was still angry at the situation he found himself in, angry that his nephew was dead, angry that he had been put in such a difficult spot. After all the drinking and all the thinking, his anger didn't change a thing at all. In the bright light of the morning he knew what he had to do. There was a tiny baby at the Clubhouse, one without a father and apparently without a mother, and Fiona had made it very clear what she wanted to happen.

The lot was completely silent as he parked his bike. It was far too early for anybody to be awake, especially after their long day and night. They would wake soon. The shop would be opening within three hours and they would all have a very long day ahead of them. Chibs found himself wishing that he had managed to get even a wink of sleep last night. He hoped to God that there was coffee inside.

The main room of the Clubhouse was mostly dark when he entered. The dim light streaming in through the windows allowed him to see the shapes of his wife and Tara curled up on the sofa and chair, sleeping soundly. The sight caused him to crack a smile. His attention immediately turned to the small cradle situated between the two women. It's occupant was definitely not sleeping soundly, and it wouldn't be long before he had both women awake.

"Hush now," Chibs murmured as he made his way to the cradle and carefully lifted the baby from its confines. "What's the fuss about?"

The cries stopped quickly, almost as if the child had been crying simply because he wanted to be held. Chibs really couldn't blame him. He had been in the world for less than a day and he was already basically an orphan; a father long passed and a mother who wanted nothing to do with him. Chibs took a moment to study the boy. He looked so much like Paddy had. That fact didn't hurt quite as much as it had yesterday.

"You're okay now," Chibs whispered as he moved slowly, soothing the lad. "I've got you. There's nothing wrong."

The baby responded with a yawn as his eyes grew heavy. It wouldn't be long before he was asleep again, and Chibs felt an odd sense of pride in that fact. He continued whispering to the baby as he walked. "We're going to have to talk about this whole crying thing. If you're going to come stay with us, my boy, I am not sure that the crying can continue."

"He's coming to stay with us?" came the reply from behind him, as he felt Fiona lay a hand on his back. Chibs would have been surprised, but he stopped being surprised by her years ago.

"I didn't mean to wake you," he told her, leaning into her touch. "You need your sleep."

"I'm fine," she insisted, wrapping an arm around him and resting against his shoulder, before turning back to the question. "He's coming home with us, Filip?"

He sighed heavily. "It's what you wanted, and it's the right thing to do. I don't know how it's all going to work out, but we're going to take him home with us, I think. You knew I wouldn't refuse."

She stood on her toes and pressed a firm kiss to his lips. "Of course I did. You are a good man, Filip, I have always known that. He needs a family, and we will be that for him."

"It won't always be easy," Chibs warned her.

"Our lives are never easy," Fiona quipped in response. "But at least we'll be together. And we'll have our girl, and now our boy. We'll be fine."

"If you say so," he muttered, shifting a bit. The baby's eyes shot open. "Oh no. No, no, no. No crying. We talked about this."

"Here, give me the wee boy. He probably needs a clean diaper and some food," Fiona said, taking the baby from her husband and moving towards a nearby table that was currently serving as a changing table. She made quick work of stripping the soiled diaper off and retrieving a clean one. "I hope you're watching and remembering how to do this."

Chibs rolled his eyes and groaned. "I remember. But Fi, diapers? That's what we have Prospects for."

Fiona threw her head back and laughed, as Chibs let out a yawn. "Did you sleep at all last night, Love?"

"No," he shook his head. "Not a bit. Starting to wish I had."

"Filip!" Fiona scolded. "What were you thinking?"

"A lot of things," he admitted, not meeting her eyes.

Fiona sighed as she redressed the baby and turned to face her husband. "I am going to feed this wee one and get him back to sleep. Kerrianne is in your room sleeping, but you can have my chair. You need some rest."

"What about you?" he asked, eyebrow raised.

"If I can get the lad fed and to slumbering, I may join you," she said offering a smile. "He's going to need a name, you know. We can't keep calling him 'the lad' or 'the wee one' forever."

"Great," Chibs muttered sarcastically. "That won't be difficult at all. I am sure we will agree right away. So let's put it off a bit, yeah? At least until after sleep."

Chibs managed to settle himself in the chair and get comfortable, his eyes settling on his wife, who gently rocked the tiny boy as she fed him. There was no doubt in his mind that she would be the best mother in the world for the boy, just as she had been to Kerrianne. Fiona was right, they had their girl, and now their boy as well. No matter the complications and the difficulties, they were in this together and they would be fine.

Just as his eyes were drifting shut, his impending sleep was interrupted by his daughter rushing into the room.

"Ma," she started, before turning her eyes to him. "Da. Where's Maeve?"

"In her room, I am guessing," Fiona answered, eyebrows knit together at the unexpected interruption.

"She's not though," Kerrianne replied.

Filip was up straight away. "What are you saying, Kerrianne?"

"I'm saying, she's not here," Kerrianne clarified. "Maeve's gone."