*God Loves You*

A/N: Thank you for reading my friends!

The doctor looked at Cal and Gillian with a solemn look, "We are not sure if the babies will live."

"What about Emily?" Cal asked worriedly. Not that he wasn't worried about the babies, but Emily...

"She should be fine. She is strong." Jen said, walking in with a smile.

The doctor nodded, "I am Dr. Ben and I will be watching these three. We will be moving the babies to a seperate room where we can keep an eye on them. They will have to stay here for a while. Until we are sure that they can breath and eat and live by themselves." Ben said.

Cal looked around and then back to Ben, "How long will they have to be here?"

Dr. Ben shrugged and said, "A month at least?"

Cal stared at him with his mouth open, "What?"

"A month... maybe longer. It depends on how they are doing. I have to go check on some other people. Feel free to stay." Ben smiled and was gone.

Cal spun to look at Gillian, "A month!"

"What's wrong with that?" She asked, admiring the children once again.

"I don't have a month." Oh yeah. He hadn't told her yet. "Shit." He mumbled. He looked at Gillian and said, "I am going to go get Andrew."

"Why don't I? You stay here with Emily." She smiled and Cal did as well.

"Thank you."

"No problem." She smiled and was gone.

Cal walked over to Emily and sat down beside her, "Hey love." He whispered.

"Hi." She said, looking at him.

"How are you feeling?"

"Ok I guess. Tired." She whispered. "How are the babies?"

"Um. They aren't. Hopefully they will be okay though." He said with a reassuring smile. "Gillian is going to go and get Andrew so he can see them."

Emily smiled and said, "That's cool. When can I see them? Where is Gabe?"

"Right here." Gabe said, walking forward and smiled, "Hey."

She smiled again and reached her hand out to them, "Have you see the babies?"

"Yeah. They are beautiful. They look like you."

"Really? I can't wait to see them." She said.

Cal stood up and backed away and let them talk.

.:.

Jack stared at the man beside him. The man in his cell. The man that happened to be his son, Mitchel. "I changed my mind."

"What?" Mitchel asked with a frown.

"I want those babies. They have just been born. We can take them insted." He said with a large smile.

"No." Mitchel said, shaking his head.

"No?" Jack asked madly.

"Don't take the babies." Mitchel said, sick with what his father wanted to do. Kill two new children that had just been brought into this world.

"It will teach him a lesson." Jack hissed.

"No!" Mitchel yelled.

"I just thought that I would tell you. I don't need your permission." Jack said with a laugh. "There you go. That is my decision."

Mitchel rolled his eyes and said, "How do you plan to do this?"

"I know people who AREN'T in prison." Jack whispered, drawing on the wall of the cell.

Mitchel examined the picture. His father was an amazing artist. If only he had gone into that rather than becoming a criminal.

It was a picture of a skelton with other random bones surrounding it. It was interesting, but it was good. "Dad."

"What?" Jack asked, looking away from picture.

"Why do you do this? Can't you just let it be?"

"You are lucky that you didn't die from that gang meeting. You are LUCKY that I sent you off to military school... which obviously did nothing in disciplining you."

"Actually it did, but in the right way. It didn't teach me to be a criminal." Mitchel hissed.

"Oh whatever." Jack said, rolling his eyes.

"Dad. You tried... you almost killed Lightman. Isn't that enough? Do you have to kill his grandchildren?"

"Yes. I DO. I need to get back at him and I haven't yet."

"Come on dad! You have too! You need to just let him live his life now, because you have already ruined it enough." Mitchel whispered.

Jack looked at him and shook his head, "I will not stop just because you told me to."

"How are you in contact with the 'people that AREN'T in prison?'" He asked, raising his hands for quotations.

"That doesn't matter. As long as I am." Jack smiled and then continued with his picture.

.:.

Cal stared at the young boy in front of him. "Mark." He whispered.

"Yeah." Mark said, leaning back in his chair.

"Do you know who I am?" Cal asked, with a serious face.

"Nah." Mark said with a small smile, amused by how mad Cal seemed to be.

"I am Emily Lightman's father."

"Emily? Doesn't ring a bell." He said.

"Gabe's girlfriend." Cal said, keeping his mouth open, with a small smile at the terror in Mark's eyes.

"The girl I...?"

"Raped? Yeah, that's her. And she just had two children because you got her pregnant." Cal hissed.

"Listen, man. I didn't want that to happen. I just needed..." He stopped talking and watched as Cal walked over to him.

"You just needed sex? You just needed to hurt my little girl who now has two children who don't have a father? Who don't have someone there for him? What the hell is wrong with you? Going into that room with her... you KNEW that there was a possibility of ruining her life. But you looked into her vulnerable eyes... over her drunk body... and you did it anyway." Cal said, grabbing the collar of Mark's shirt and throwing him up against the wall.

Mark coughed at the sudden pressure on his chest, "Whoa!" He kicked Cal, but Cal wasn't fazed at all.

"You raped my little girl! What do you have to say for yourself... daddy?" Cal said into his face.

Mark stared at him and said, in a confident voice, "Good luck gramps."

Cal punched him in the gut and watched him fall to the ground, "I better not see your face again in my life... and Emily sure as bloody hell not have to see it either."

Mark held his stomache and watched as Cal walked away.

A/N: SOOO I wasn't ready to name them yet... next chapter we will get closer to Thursday... and something VERy surprising and weird happens... :P Please leave reviews and thank you for reading!

*God Loves You*