She sits on her couch, staring at the baby in her arms. A sweet little boy with an angelic face. She feels the anxiety setting in. She looks at the clock on the wall, knowing that her bliss will soon come to an end. Caleb's eyes pop open, and fixate on her.

"Don't look at me like that," she warns.

He coos. She shakes her head in disbelief, "How can you be so cute, and so sweet? I just don't understand. How can you be my child?" She furrows her brow as she stares at the sweet, innocent little boy. What if he wasn't? What if they had given her the wrong baby? it is nearly impossible considering he was only out of her sight for a couple of minutes the entire time she was in the hospital. Just as her paranoia threatens to snowball, and completely consume her someone knocks on the door, and jolts her into reality.

She blinks, looking at the front door. She takes a deep breath, and rises from the couch. She looks out the peephole, despite the fact that she already knows who it is. She pulls the door open, and allows the familiar figure to step inside. He smiles at her, and reaches for the baby.

"You have to wash your hands," she insists.

"Jackie I washed my hands right before I left my place," Cruz insists.

"But you touched your steering wheel... which..."

He cuts her off, "Jackie you are not a black helicopter. You don't have to hover around him all of the time. He's fine. Besides I just had the car detailed."

"Fine, but I would feel better if you sat down."

"Okay," he agrees heading for the couch.

She follows him to the couch. She stands in front of the coffee table as he situates himself in a seat. He looks up at her expectantly.

"Can I hold him now?"

She begrudgingly places the infant in his arms. She lowers herself to the couch cushion next to Cruz.

"You know if you have things to do I can handle it. Don't you have laundry, or something?"

"Mike I'm a nurse I know how to multi-task."

"That doesn't answer my question."

"I did the laundry this morning."

"Where was he?"

"In my arms."

"When did you turn into such a basket case?"

"Please..." she warns.

"I'm sorry. I didn't mean it."

"I don't know how to make this work," she admits.

"We'll just take it one day at a time," he answers.

"Okay," she agrees feeling a miniscule relief in anxiety.

"It's amazing how much he looks like me."

"I guess genetically speaking, at least, he is partially yours."

"He's awfully handsome. He's sweet too, he must get his personality from me, too."

"Don't push your luck."

"Jackie the boy is three weeks old and this is only the second time I have seen him in his entire life. You made me take a DNA test first."

"I had to be sure."

"Was there ever really any doubt? He looks just like me."

She shakes her head, "He doesn't have a uni-brow."

"Excuse me?"

She just smirks.

"Can you give us some space? I would like to have some time to bond with him."

"I am not stopping you."

"You're hovering is making me uneasy."

"Okay. I guess I can go put the dishes away," she agrees.

"Thank you."

She rises from the couch, and heads into the kitchen. Every thirty seconds she pokes her head out to make sure that they're okay.

Cruz stares at the baby in his arms, "Don't tell your mom this, but I think you got the best of both of us. I know that by now you've probably figured out that she is completely crazy, but it has it's advantages you know."

She heads back into the kitchen to put the last of the dishes away. She closes the cabinet door, and looks around the kitchen. In the middle of the kitchen table is a bouncy seat. Next to the bouncy seat is a basket of clean laundry. This is not how she envisioned her life going. She never would have pictured this. In a million years she never would have considered watching a sleeping baby drool in his bouncy seat as she folded laundry would make her happy. A brusque voice startles her.

"Jackie?"

"Yeah?" She answers stepping out of the kitchen.

"Can I ask you something?"

She stops at the back of the couch. "Yeah?"

"What are you going to do with him when you go back to work?"

"I don't want to think about it."

"Are you really going to take three more weeks of leave? I can't believe you aren't totally stir crazy by now."

"I would like to take nine more weeks."

"Nine? Really? You would want to take three months off with him?"

"He's already changed so much. I just don't want to miss anything that I don't have to."

"This new job that I have only requires me to go to the office three days a week."

"What are you suggesting?"

"I can watch him while I'm at work. I don't mind."

"I don't know," she shakes her head as she stands behind him. Caleb lays in Cruz's lap. He stares up at Jackie.

"What are you going to do? You can't take him to work with you."

"Why not?"

"You're going to take him to hospital day care every single day? The new Jackie, who is a total hover craft is going to allow her newborn baby to be exposed to all eight billion different microorganisms at the hospital."

"No."

"It sounds like a pretty good offer to me."

"You don't have anything for him."

"While I was impatiently waiting your approval to see him again I had some free time on my hands. I happened to buy a few things for him for my place in the unlikely event that you might let me have him at my place."

"What kinds of things?"

"A crib, some clothes, some diapers, and blankets. A few toys. Nothing major, and nothing with lead based paint."

"I don't know."

"You could come over, and see it."

"I don't have to go back to work for weeks."

"This is not my first rodeo," he reminds her.

"I know."

"I am not the same person that I was when you met me."

"Neither am I."

He looks down at the little boy snuggled up on his lap. "He is my only focus right now. He is my whole world. I am not going to let anything happen to him, ever."