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Standing in the sundrenched room in the Naval Hospital I finally came to terms with a few things. I now have another person to provide for. My wife is absolutely crazy when she is in labor. I already love someone that is less than three hours old.

Our families were currently crowded into the room where our son Jackson Garrett Whitlock was sleeping with his mama. I personally needed some air and to be away from the crowd for a bit. Everyone's voices completed with each other. The sound turned into a dull buzzing noise in the back of my head. I knew it wouldn't be long until someone tracked me down and would be talking my ear off about Jackson. I knew I would love it though.

I snuck off to the main floor's waiting area. I couldn't keep from grinning at everyone who walked by me. Even the guy with the head wound. Wait. Head wound? I had come from the highest high to the deepest pits of Hell back to my family and friends. People who loved and cared about my well being. I walked over to one of the large windows and looked outside at the sunny day. Letting the warmth that radiated through the glass warm my face and arms. It felt good to be in a room that I could leave at any time.

I could feel someone standing behind me. Breathing on my neck. Turning quickly I chopped Emmett McCarty in the neck with the side of my hand.

"What the hell was that for man?" His loud voice carried down the hallway to the nurse's stand. They looked up and shook their heads indulgently at him.

I grinned at him.

"You should know better than to sneak up on someone with way better reflexes than your own. Man how did you even get into the military in the first place?"

My favorite thing in the world. Mocking McCarty. He always left himself open for it but had a great sense of humor. Born a preemie, Emmett, managed to grow to about 6'5" and about 220 pounds he was a rather intimidating figure. Many people were put off by his muscles and his brash personality but those who were close to him knew how much of a kind person he is.

But while I had him alone I figured it was time for a serious talk. One that had been a long time coming. I gestured to the chairs in the waiting room behind us.

"Emmett you mind if we talk for a few minutes?"

His face darkened a bit out of fear.

We sat down and I could tell that he was on pins and needles. A light sheen of sweat even broke out across his brow.

Swiping at his face he managed to make a strangled noise in his throat.

"Dude it is hot in here right now." He sounded like a teenager going through puberty.

I had no idea why he was reacting like this. Ever since I had returned home is was a little off.

"Bro, chill the fuck out."

My stern voice earned us a stern glare from the nurses this time.

Ducking my head I looked at Emmett. One of my oldest friends.

"Would you be Jackson's Godfather? I am actually kind of scared linking you to my child forever but I figure whatever you mess up Bella and I can fix eventually."

Emmett went pale. His eyes glazed over and he crumpled to the ground.

The jacktard fainted.

A nurse who was obviously watching our entire exchange rushed over. She checked his vitals and asked me a few questions about what was happening prior to his fainting spell. Emmett groaned and slowly sat up.

"What the FUCK just happened."

We helped him back into the chair and the nurse offered to have a doctor come down and check him out. He waved her off with a shake of his hand with a brief "Thank you."

He opened his mouth to speak and it all came out in a rush.

"."

He paused to take a breath and then a look of recognition crossed his face.

"Did you seriously just ask me to be your kid's Godfather?"

"Yeah, the position is yours is you want it."

He grinned and pulled me into a hug.

"You bet your ass I do. I am going to be the COOLEST Godfather ever."

He made a cheesy Don Vito Corleone face and decided to go with an accent that sounded like a mix of Italian and Gibberish.

"You made me an offer I can't refuse."

Making eye contact with me we both cracked up.

Both of us stood and Emmett slapped me on the shoulder.

"Let's go see my Godson."

Walking to the elevator banks I realized a fourth thing. Today was the happiest day of my life.