Flashback

Adam sat in his room watching as his son ran around the room jumping as high as his little body would allow. He was nursing a horrible hangover. He didn't remember what exactly happened but he knew it was bad when he woke up next to his wife and they were both without clothes. Neal climbed into bed and laid down next to Adam with his head on his father's shoulder. Adam smiled and kissed his son's head.

"Love you Papa."

"I love you too Neal. So very much." Adam drifted off asleep as his son did the same thing right next to him. For the next couple of weeks, Miranda avoided Adam like the plague. One day she came into the office in a rage and threw something at him. He missed it and bent down to pick it up. He looked at it and his eyes widened. He looked up at Miranda and she nodded with crossed arms. He leaned against the chair and sighed.

"What are we going to do?"

"What's this we shit? I'm the one that's going to blow up like a balloon. I don't even want this kid. I want to get rid of it."

"Miranda, please, I know you don't want the baby and I know you really don't love me but please, I beg of you, don't kill my baby."

"You will be the one to take care of everything to do it. It will be your problem not mine!"

"I can make that deal. Just please don't kill my baby." Miranda huffed and stormed out of the office. Adam knew he was going to be fighting an endless battle. For the next eight months, Adam was fighting with Miranda every night. Miranda wanted to ignore the fact that she was pregnant and drink every night. He once had to wrestle the bottle away from her. He had to argue with her every night when she would get home from work. He found out from a colleague that Miranda wasn't going to work, she had quit her job, and she was drinking all day. "Does Fetal Alcohol Syndrome mean anything to you?!" He yelled at her the day he found out.

"Not when the baby is one I don't even want."

"Miranda, you are nine months pregnant. How long have you been drinking?"

"About seven months." She replied nonchalantly as if it were no big deal.

"Miranda! You've been drinking throughout the entire pregnancy?"

"I don't want this baby. It comes out messed up oh well. You'll have to deal with it because as far as I'm concerned this baby means nothing to me. I will not be its mother. I barely want to be Neal's."

"Then why are you still here?"

"Oh trust me as soon as this kid pops out, I'll be gone. As soon as I can." Miranda started to walk away but stopped. Adam watched her.

"Miranda?" She turned around holding her stomach. "We need to get you to a hospital." He grabbed his keys and got Miranda in the car. He was very grateful that Neal was with his mother. He drove as fast as he could probably breaking all the traffic laws to get his wife to hospital. When he got there, Miranda was taken into the maternity ward immediately. Adam stood next to his wife as she tried to ease the pain ripping through her body. He heard the doctor say that the baby was distressed and they needed to calm it down before it could be born. Adam tried to keep calm. He never it was too early for the baby to born but Miranda's water broke so whether he liked it or not, the baby was coming within a few hours. He was doing a really good job but when Miranda lost consciousness, he broke. They brought both mother and child into an operating room saying they had to get the baby out. He had to stay in the waiting room and he paced so long he swore he wore a hole into the floor. He finally stopped when he heard his name.

"There were a lot of problems due to the fact that your wife drank throughout the pregnancy. Whatever happened right before you came here put the baby through distress which was why your wife blacked out. We were able to get the baby out but she's got a while before she's out of the woods. She's almost four weeks early and that can have a huge impact. Right now she can't breathe on her own and her heart rate is down. We'll keep a close eye on her but I won't lie to you, it will take a miracle for her to survive. Your wife is doing a little better. We're pumping her with vitamins and have her on two IVs. It also seems she hasn't taken any of her prenatal vitamins or been to the doctor since none of us knew she was expecting. Mr. Gold were you aware your wife was drinking or hadn't been to the doctor?"

"I did everything in my power to make sure she didn't drink when she was home but I found out today that she had quit her job a while ago and was drinking when she would leave in the morning. As for her doctor appointments, she never told me anything but had just assumed she didn't want me there since we're not on the best terms as of late."

"Mr. Gold I'm going to be very frank with you. Usually when a baby is born with F.A.S., we're supposed to inform DYFS…"

"Then do it. I have nothing to hide. The only one that should be worried is Miranda." The doctor nodded and walked away. Adam looked through the window where his wife was sleeping peacefully and looked toward the window where his daughter should be. Daughter. That word finally sunk in. He had a daughter. He had a daughter and he might lose her because of her mother. He pushed his rage down and turned back to the window where he could see Miranda. "When this over, I want a divorce." He whispered to the window almost wishing it wasn't there.

End flashback

"Miranda drank while she was pregnant with me and that's why I almost died?" Hannah asked. Belle had sat on the floor with the children and pulled Hannah towards her when Adam started telling the part that involved her birth since she knew it was going to be hard on her. "I was the product of a one night stand between the two of you?"

"I never thought of it that way. I thought of you as my child which you are."

"What happened with DYFS?" Bae asked.

"You'll hear about all that tomorrow."

"Hello no." Lucas said. "You can't just drop a bomb like that then ship us off to bed."

"Number one, watch your mouth. Number two, yes he can because he's father. Now off to bed all of you." Belle said getting up. The kids grumbled but got up, hugged their parents, then went upstairs. Belle went over to Adam seeing that he was upset. Talking about Miranda always opened some old wounds. She sat on his lap and rubbed his arm.

"These next couple of nights are going to be hard. To talk about how I had to fight for them, watch Hannah fight for her life, to watch my life turn upside down and not be able to do a damned thing about it."

"I wasn't able to be there for you last time, but I'm here now and I'll help you. It's going to be hard for Hannah too. It's her life you're going to talking about. I know it'll be hard. You're not doing it alone though." Belle said.

"I never told the DYFS part."

"I'll hear about it with the kids. You can leave anything out of the stories."

"Bae knows most of what happened. He'll know if I'm lying."

"Mom, Dad?" They turned and saw Hannah standing behind them.

"Yes sweetheart?" Adam asked. Hannah came around the chair and stood in front of them. "What's wrong?"

"Was I really the reason you almost lost Bae and me?" Belle got up off Adam's lap knowing the Adam was going to pull his daughter onto it. Which he did.

"None of what happened was your fault. Don't think like that. It was Miranda's fault not yours. You were innocent in all of this."

"But if she never got pregnant with me then you would never have had to fight for us."

"And I wouldn't have my wonderful beautiful daughter. I don't want you thinking too much into this okay? It's in the past. I didn't lose you or your brother and everything's fine. I wouldn't change it for the world."

"You didn't have these problems when Bria and Lucas were born." Adam tried to hold in a laugh.

"That's because Belle has a heart of gold and couldn't hurt a fly let alone two people growing inside her."

"I wish Belle really was my mother." Adam kissed her head.

"So do I, but you never knew Miranda. You only know Belle as your mother."

"I mean I wish she gave birth to me."

"Ah, well, if she did then you wouldn't be who you are today. You would have your hair color you do, your skin tone, your figure."

"What figure? I'm twelve years old." Hannah asked laughing.

"Maybe you really are Belle's. Your mother can't seem to believe that she still has a figure." Hannah turned to Belle. Adam knew this was going to be funny.

"Are you outta your mind?! Mama, most girls in my school would kill to have your body. So you had twins, big whoop. You still have a figure to make models jealous." He was right, that was funny.

"Okay time for bed. Don't think about this too much okay? I love you."

"I love you too Daddy. Love you Mama."

"Love you too princess." After Hannah left, Adam got up and didn't grab his cane. "Adam, what are you doing?"

"I can't keep this secret any longer. This is why I've been up for a while when you get up. I've been doing this." He started to walk towards her without his cane. Belle gasped and covered her mouth as tears filled her eyes.

"Adam." She choked out. He finally made it to her and she threw her arms around him. She brought her lips to his. "How long have you been working on this?"

"Since I started telling the stories. I wanted to surprise all of you at the end of the stories but I had to tell you." Belle smiled.

"I'm glad you did. You know, maybe it wouldn't be a bad idea to go back to physical therapy I mean now you have motivation. You want to surprise your kids."

"I was going to start in a couple years because the real reason I want to do this is so I can dance with Hannah and Bria at their sweet sixteens." Belle smiled and kissed him again. "Right now it's killing me though so I need that cane." Belle rushed and got it for him. "Let's go to bed so we can be up when the super humans wake." Belle laughed and walked up the stairs to their bedroom.

A.N. I STARTED OUT WITH THE FLASHBACK THIS TIME BECAUSE I HONESTLY HAD NO IDEA HOW I WAS GOING TO GO INTO IT SO I JUST JUMPED. NOW AS YOU CAN SEE WE'RE GETTING CLOSER TO HOW ADAM MEETS BELLE. IN THE NEXT COUPLE OF CHAPTERS YOU'LL SEE WHAT EXACTLY HAPPENED TO HANNAH DURING THOSE WEEKS SHE WAS IN HOSPITAL AND YOU ALSO SEE HOW MIRANDA COPES WITH THE FACT THAT SHE PUT HER DAUGHTER'S LIFE IN DANGER AND HOW SHE DEALS WITH DYFS ON HER A**. UNTIL NEXT TIME GUYS AND GIRLS.