David opened the door quietly. Cara was fast asleep in her hospital bed. Beside her was a portable crib. David stepped forward quietly for a first look at his son.
The baby boy was fast asleep, a fluff of black hair poking out from under his blue stocking cap. In David's eyes he looked wonderful and peaceful.
Standing right there at the foot of his son's bed David swore to do better by this child. He swore that he would never again make the mistakes that ruined the lives of his daughters. He also swore to do better than his father. His son was going to grow up loved and happy whatever the cost to himself and his dreams.
David heard a sigh and turned to see Cara watching him with sleepy eyes.
"He's perfect isn't he." said Cara, a smile on her lips.
"Yes he is." agreed David, the pride clear in his voice.
"I suppose introductions are in order." said Cara sitting up slightly in bed. "David this is your son, Charles, David, Zachary, Castillo. Charlie this is your daddy!"
"Zachary?" David asked, it hadn't been a name they had discussed.
"I wanted to do something for Bianca. I don't know how I would have coped without her. And Zach was a good man, or why else would you have worked so hard to save him?"
David stayed silent. He looked down at his tiny son and a smile returned to his lips.
"Hello Charlie." said David, reaching out a finger to caress the baby's cheek. "I'm your father." He looked at Cara, the smile still on his lips. "He's perfect."
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