Author's Note: In honor of Dean's return tonight at Night of Champions, a new update. And a quick, but sincere GET WELL SOON! Goes out to Roman Reigns.

Short and sweet author's note this time, so now... Enjoy!

Chapter Thirty Two

Jon finally got to Chasity's room and took a deep breath before he opened the door. He knew she was going to be in a panic and would likely chew him out for not coming to fill her in on how Kaleb was doing before now. But what he got was more than even he could have bargained for.

Pulling the door open he stepped inside to see Chasity sitting up in her bed, her head resting back against her pillows and her hands were folded overtop her still slightly swollen stomach. Clearly, giving birth didn't mean immediately returning to pre-pregnancy weight. That would take some time, but Jon was going to be sure to prove to her that didn't matter. She and Kaleb's health would come first; than they would worry about getting her weight back to pre-pregnancy.

"Hey, I'm sorry it took me so long. They wanted me to talk to Kaleb for a bit and I ended up losing all track of time," Jon attempted to explain and apologize. "They're currently moving him into his incubator now. Once he's situated, Nurse Cara said we can go back down," Jon informed her. "Well, if you're allowed, that is," Jon added, thinking of her wellbeing.

Chasity glared at Jon from where she sat in the bed. "If I'm allowed? What the hell is that supposed to mean, Jon," she questioned, clearly taking his comment the wrong way. He shook his head.

"I just meant I didn't know if your doctor had cleared you to get out of bed and go down there yet, or not. That's all."

"Well, if you had come back an hour ago, you would know I had been cleared as soon as they moved me in here, out of the delivery room." Jon cringed. He knew this was coming because he knew she was pissed, but it still didn't make it any easier to swallow.

"I already said I was sorry," Jon said. "Nurse Cara was explaining all the machines and such to me…"

"Whoa, whoa, wait a minute. You talked to Kaleb's nurse about all the equipment they have him hooked to? Without me even being in the room? What the fuck, Jon." Chasity was even more pissed off now. "We should've both been there to hear about that, you jackass."

"Well, excuse me for caring enough about my son to ask questions. Next time I'll just tell them I have to run all my questions by my girlfriend first before I ask them," Jon retorted. He hadn't intended to respond back because he knew it wasn't a good idea. Due to the premature birth, her emotions were all over the map right now, so his initial plan was to just let her rant and rave, and he was going to just grin and bear it. But that statement irked him and he couldn't bite his tongue like he had prepped himself to do upon entering the room a few moments ago.

"Yeah, you should. After all, he's my son!"

"Our son," Jon retorted, teeth gritted.

"No Jon, he's my son. He has my DNA; he has my flesh and blood pumping through his system. Not yours," Chasity just about shouted at him. But her hand quickly came up to cover her mouth. She immediately regretted that sentence the second it had left her lips. She wasn't sure why she was so mad, or why, of all sentences she could utter, she had chosen to utter that one. What she did know was that she had just screwed up. Big time! The look of hurt that immediately crossed Jon's face upon the words leaving her mouth only further proved that. "Jon, I…"

"No, don't bother saying anymore," Jon said, holding his hand up to stop her from continuing her sentence. "I get it. Now I see how you truly feel," Jon said. He didn't want to hear her apology; no matter how sorry she truly was, or how pissed she was when she said it, she still said it. So clearly, that's how she felt. "Maybe I was wrong for allowing you back into my life four in a half months ago because it's been nothing but a goddamn roller coaster ride since," Jon admitted through gritted teeth; the hurt still clearly evident on his face. "As much as what you just said hurt me, and as much as I would love to turn around and walk out of this room, and never have to look back, I can't," Jon admitted. "And do you know why I can't," he rhetorically asked. Which was a good thing because Chasity was so choked up she had no voice to answer. "I can't because somewhere between the accepting Kaleb into my life as my own all those months ago, and the hour I just spent sitting talking to him in the NICU about how he had to keep fighting because his mommy and daddy both love him," Jon said, stressing the word daddy. "Somewhere between these two moments, I fell in love with him," Jon confessed, placing his hand on the handle of the door. "And somehow, someway I also managed to fall in love with his mother," Jon said, just barely loud enough for her to hear. "So right now," Jon said, pulling the door open. "Right now, I'm going to walk out of this room," he told her calmly. Almost too calmly. "I'm going to go back to the NICU and sit with my son before I say something to his mother that I'll wind up regretting later, Jon told her, stressing 'my' to make sure he made her realize just how he felt. "Much like you just did a few moments ago," Jon called back over his shoulder before he finally walked out of her room and headed back toward the NICU to see if they had finished moving Kaleb.

Chasity couldn't hold back the tears that had started to brim her eyes anymore. She couldn't believe what had just transpired. And she most definitely regretted every part of it. Sitting up more in the bed she reached for the nurse's button and quickly pressed it before swinging her legs over the side of her bed and quickly wiping the tears that had fallen down her cheeks.

She knew what she had said to Jon was wrong. Especially when he came back after his little freak out early in her pregnancy. He had clearly fallen in love with Kaleb just as much she had, and this situation was affecting him just as much as it was affecting her. She knew she had to go make this right as soon as possible.

The nurse, a new nurse who was working the second shift today, by the name of Jessica, walked into her room. "What can I do for you, Ms. Gains?"

"I want to go to the NICU. I have to see my son and talk to my boyfriend," Chasity said, wiping her face clear of more tears that had fallen. The nurse could clearly tell something was wrong, but she didn't ask questions. She just nodded and gave her a small smile.

"Not a problem. Let me just go grab a wheelchair and I'll take you down there," she told her, leaving the room to retrieve the wheelchair. While Jessica was getting her a wheelchair, Chasity took a few deep breaths and reminded herself that Kaleb needed her to remain calm and she had to talk to Jon in a rational manner. He did not need to hear his parent arguing with each other; that surely wouldn't help him get stronger or healthier.

Jessica re-entered the room with a wheelchair and parked it next to Chasity's bed before slowly helping her shift into it. She was still sore from giving birth, so while she was allowed to go see her son in the NICU, moving was not an easy task at all, and she had to take a wheel chair to make sure she didn't hurt herself.

Once Jessica was sure she was secure in the chair, and comfortable, she wheeled her toward the NICU and pressed the 'call' button beside the entrance. A nurse inside the NICU asked who they were there to see, and Jessica told her she had Chasity Gains there to see Baby Good. Due to his prematurity, they never got a chance to tell anyone his name in the delivery room, and clearly Jon hadn't informed them of his name yet. But she had made sure during her last hospital stay a few weeks ago that Jon's name was placed on her chart under 'father'; therefore Kaleb's chart had his last name correctly listed under "Good".

The doors opened, granting them access to the NICU, and Jess wheeled her into the room and helped her wash her hands before she helped her secure the paper smock thing into place and wheeling her over to the isolette that now housed Kaleb. "Let me know when you get back to your room," Jessica whispered, being sure not to disturb any of the sleeping babies in the vicinity. Chasity nodded before Jess walked away, exiting the NICU.

Jon was sitting in the rocking chair with his hand in one of the isolette's holes to be able to touch Kaleb. He was lying on his side holding on to Jon's finger as he began to doze off. Jess had parked Chasity's wheelchair beside the chair Jon was sitting in, but he hadn't even acknowledge her. She knew he was still hurt about what she had said back in her room, and she would have to break the ice first to get him talking. "I'm sorry," she said, just barely above a whisper. But it was obvious that both Jon and Kaleb had heard her because as soon as the phrase was uttered Jon glanced at her as Kaleb reopened his eyes and began looking around, trying to find the source of his mommy's voice.

Jon still wasn't in the mood to discuss what had happened back in her room, so he avoided it by turning the conversation toward Kaleb. "He's looking for you," Jon pointed out, as the baby continued to try to scour his surroundings, looking for the source of her voice.

Chasity knew he was avoiding the issue, but she figured while they were in the NICU, it was best not to get him angry. So she opened the second isolette door and stuck her hand into the hole, rubbing Kaleb's leg. "We need to tell them Kaleb's first name, so they can put it on his charts and the little card that's taped to his isolette," Chasity said, noticing the little 'information card' attached to his isolette. Jon just nodded.

"You can do that, means it's such a crime when I ask or tell them anything," Jon said. Chasity shook her head.

"Don't do that, please," she whispered. He shrugged.

"Don't do what, Chasity," he questioned. "Throw your words back in your face," he asked. "That statement hurt, Chas," he quietly told her. "I know he's not my child. I'm well aware of how he was conceived, but I told you when you told me you were pregnant that I was going to help you raise him and I was going to treat him like he was mine," Jon reminded her. "Yes, I did freak out a little early in your pregnancy, but since then, I've been here and I've stood by my promise. I've treated him like he was mine ever since," Jon expressed. "I've even referred to him as my son to everyone I talk to. So having you throw that he's not mine in my face just because I was treating him like he is? That crushed me," Jon said, never taking his eyes off Kaleb the entire time he was talking.

"I know what I said back in my room was wrong," Chasity admitted. "I sincerely regret ever saying it, and nothing drives the fact you love him like your own home more than walking in here, seeing you sitting in that chair and Kaleb gripping your finger as he was slowly drifting off to sleep," Chasity admitted. "He clearly already feels a connection with you, Jon," Chasity observed. "And you obviously feel some type of connection toward him, too," Chasity told him. He gave her a strange look as she shook her head. "Think about it, Jon. How many other babies would you have sat beside in the NICU? How many other babies would you have gotten so lost in conversation with that you forgot their mother was waiting for an update on them," Chasity questioned. "The answer is none, and you know it just as well as I do."

Jon knew she was right. Before Kaleb, he wouldn't have touched a baby, let alone sat and talked to one as he had done with Kaleb. Before Kaleb, he wasn't much of a kid person. He had no problem taking pictures with fan's kids, but he wouldn't hold babies for photos, or anything of that nature.

But Kaleb was changing that. He couldn't imagine never getting to hold him, or feed him, or even bathing him. He wanted to experience all that. And he had no idea why. He didn't know why Kaleb was so different than other kids. As Chasity had so ruthlessly pointed out earlier, Kaleb wasn't biologically his. So, why was he connected to him differently than he connected with any other child? It didn't make sense. Nothing about this was making sense.

But it would all come together and begin to make a lot more sense in a few short months.