"I can't believe that we have a son, together."

"Neither can I," she admits.

"I can't imagine you pregnant, either. I mean you are completely insufferable when you're just you. I would imagine that pregnant Jackie is..."

"It was different this time."

"Yeah?"

"I didn't know for... months."

"And you feel guilty that you didn't know?"

"I feel like an idiot," she answers.

"Imagine how I feel."

"Mike, I don't know how to make this work. Most of the time I don't know how I am going to get through the day, but we will have to come to some sort of agreement that is in the best interest of our son."

He smiles, "Our son."

"Caleb."

"You should get going, I'll call you."

"Are you trying to get rid of me?" She wonders.

He smirks, "You're leaking."

Her cheeks turn red, "I guess that is my cue, then."

He opens the door for her, and she steps out. He watches her as she walks away, but he doesn't say what he's thinking, what he's feeling.

She makes it home, and silently enters the house. Without a single word she snatches the newborn out of Zoey's arms, and takes him out of the room. An hour later Jackie sits in her room, on her bed. She leans against the headboard, with her legs stretched out in front of her. Caleb lies in her lap. He yawns, and she bends forward to kiss his cheeks. He stares up at her with slate colored eyes. She lifts him from her lap, and repositions him in her arms. She is so consumed in the moment that she doesn't hear the stairs creaking, or the footsteps approaching her.

Zoey stops in the doorway, and watches in silence. Jackie adjusts the infant's cap. She plants a kiss on his forehead, and inhales his scent. She studies his face, trying to memorize every detail. She traces his lips with her finger.

"Caleb, I don't deserve this. I don't deserve you. You are sweet, and innocent, and damn near perfect. I am sorry that you have a mother like me."

Zoey clears her throat, and steps into the room. She takes a seat on the other side of the bed, and looks at Jackie.

"Why?"

Jackie turns, and looks at Zoey, furrowing her brow. "What?"

"Why would you be sorry about that?"

"I am flawed. I am an addict. I lie when the truth would do me better. I have made every mistake that a mother can, and..."

Zoey cuts her off, "That was in the past. All that matters is this moment. All you have is now."

Jackie swallows hard, and tries to fight off tears, "Tell me how I deserve this. How do I deserve a second chance like this? What did this sweet innocent little boy do to deserve a mother like me?"

"First of all everyone deserves a second chance."

"Zoey don't feed me a line of bullshit, I want a real answer."

"You want a real answer?" Zoey cocks an eyebrow.

"Yes," Jackie nods.

"You have saved a lot of lives. You have brought people back from the brink. You have given life back to those who have lost it. Did you ever consider that maybe he's here to save a life? He's here to save you. He is here to bring you back from the brink. No one else could have breathed life back into you the way that he has. I know that you were ready to let go. I could see by the look in your eyes that it was only a matter of time before you would give into the struggle."

Jackie's face turns red, her nostrils flare, and a single tear rolls down her cheek as she stares at the boy in her arms.

Zoey continues, "We both know that you have a tortured soul. You were tired of the struggle. You were ready to give up on this life. Everyday I was so afraid that it would be the day that you found the one thing to push you over the edge. I was afraid that you would find that one thing that would made you choose to end it all. You are so hard on yourself, why can't you ever see the good that you do?"

"Maybe because most days the good that I do is outweighed by the bad that I have done."

"Jackie I would have given up on this career long ago, if it wasn't for you. I never would have made it this far. You taught me things that I could never learn in a book."

"I appreciate that, but Zoey, I didn't do anything but push you to be who you already are."

"So maybe I am just trying to push you into being who you already are."

"I have spent so much time trying to run from who I am. I am not proud of the person that I have been."

"Today is a new day. It is never too late to change who you are."

"What if I..." she trails off, staring at the sweet, innocent face, of a newborn gift, lying in her arms.

"You won't," Zoey reassures her, in a soft tone.

"How can you be so sure?"

"If you do, you know that Cruz will rip this boy right of your arms, in a heartbeat, and he'll never look back."

"I know."

"What did he say?"

"He wants to be part of his life. I don't know how to make that work, but I know that I have to figure it out."

"Do you think that it is going to get ugly with him?"

"He seems like he genuinely wants to work this out in a mature, amicable way."

"What do you want to do?"

"Take him, and runaway so that I never have to share him," she admits.

"I made dinner, are you hungry?"

She nods, "Starving."

Zoey vacates her seat, she stops in the doorway, and turns to look at Jackie.

"For someone who hated being pregnant so much..."

Jackie cuts her off, as she rises from her seat on the bed, "Don't say it."

"This suits you."

"He's just so quiet, and sweet, I can't help but be completely..." she trails off.

"Enamored?"