Zoe woke up to the bright light of the sun filling her hospital room. Mixed in with the beeping of the machines that surrounded her and the itchy IV in her hand was the soft snores she knew a mile away. Looking to her right she saw Wade sleeping in the chair. His legs straight out in front of him, his head fallen back, she winched just thinking about the cramps that he was going to have once he woke up from his slumber, or maybe the wince was from the pain she felt in every inch of her sore body.

Wade woke up to hearing a low grunt coming from his left, the beeps loud in his ears. Stretching and getting the sleep from his eyes it all came back to him in a rush. He stood up looking over at Zoe. He was right next to the bed seeing the unshed tears in her eyes. He took her hand in his, leaning over to kiss her lips softly.

"How you feeling?" Wade asked in a hushed whisper.

"How should I feel?" She asked rhetorically. She was in pain; looking at her flat stomach she could tell she no longer had her son. The events that happened through the night were a bit foggy but she knew enough. She had lost her son and she was in shock. The sorrow and the depression they hadn't fully set in yet.

"Do you need anything?" He asked then. This whole ordeal was hard on him; he couldn't even process how hard it was on Zoe. She had been there to love their son every day to feel him grow, she had taken care of him since the very first day and for this to happen, she had to be crushed, devastated even.

"I need to go home," she told him sharply, moving an inch sending a sharp pain up her side.

"I'm sorry Mrs. Kinsella but you're going to be in the hospital for a few days," the doctor said entering the room. "We need to keep you in and observe you to make sure nothing happens over the next few days. This is for you," he said seeing the fight in her eyes.

Zoe huffed not liking that answer. She wanted to go home to her kids, where she could be left alone in her own pity and sorrow over the events that had occurred. She blamed herself, there was no one else to blame for what happened. It was her fault, she couldn't keep her baby safe, and how lame was she for that?

He had asked her how much pain she was in on a scale of 1 to 10 and she replied with 50, they upped her morphine intake. With the doctor gone after checking over everything and explaining things a little more in depth about what had happened to Zoe. Wade sat back down in the chair watching his wife's eyes slowly droop. "You should go home," she told him keeping her eyes shut.

"I'm right where I want to be, Zo," he told her.

"I don't want you here, Wade. I want to be left alone," she told him a bit more harshly than she had planned for it to come out.

"Okay, but I'm going to come back later," he told her, getting up to kiss her forehead.

"Please just stay home and take care of the kids, I'll be fine. I need time Wade," she pleaded with him. She didn't like kicking him out, she really needed him to be there to assure her that things were going to be okay, but she couldn't allow herself that comfort. Not after losing her son.

"Okay," he told her softly. He was mad with himself for letting this happen. He could tell that she was blaming herself and it wasn't her fault. He didn't want to leave her, he wanted to stay next to her but it wouldn't do them any good when she didn't want that. He'd give her the space she asked for, but he wasn't going to let it last longer than he thought it should. He had made a promise to protect her and he was going to do just that. "Call and I'll be here. I know it doesn't seem like it but things are going to be okay," he told her needing to believe in the words he had just spoken.

With getting no reply from his wife he walked out the door. The second the door shut Zoe let herself fall apart, the tears she'd been holding back for her son streaming out. Wade stopped at the nurse's station leaving his number just in case anything happened when he wasn't around. They had promised to keep him updated.

Instead of going home he went straight to his parent's house. The kids would be in school so there was no need to go home. Harley had promised he wouldn't tell them what was going on, just that their parents would be home soon. Wade was really dreading having that talk with both of them. How in the world was he supposed to tell them that their little brother wouldn't be coming home and they wouldn't get to meet him? He needed Zoe there to help him with that but he knew that wasn't going to be possible. They'd both ask questions and he wasn't going to lie to them about anything. He was going to be honest with them. He felt bad for Ariel, she'd already been through so much this year and now more things were getting added to that, he really wanted a break to come for Ariel.

"What's going on?" Wade asked walking into his parent's house to see Braxton and Ariel on the couch watching a movie.

"With what's happened, I didn't feel right in sending them to school," Jackie told her youngest. Wade's eyes grew looking at his mom. "I didn't tell them, but I think you should, they need to be told, Wade. They can tell something has happened."

"I know," Wade sighed, running a hand through his hair. "She kicked me out," he told his mom. "Do you know how bad that hurts?" He questioned walking to the living room, turning the TV off as he sat on the coffee table in front of his kids.

"What's wrong? Is mom okay?" Braxton asked. Wade looked between both of them.

"Mom is going to be fine in a day or two," he started out to say.

"What about baby Boyd?" Ariel asked then, sensing that something bad had happened.

"About Boyd," Wade was saying when he was cut off by Ariel.

"Is he with the angels or something?" She questioned.

"Sadly that's where he's at. Something happened that we couldn't control or stop from happening and he went to heaven to live with the angels," he explained.

Braxton got up and stormed outside without saying a single word. Wade got up to go after him but Earl motioned for him to stay and he went after his grandson. Wade sat on the couch next to Ariel whom curled up into his side.

"Losing my baby brother is sad but now he can be truly happy and he's looking over us like daddy Justin is," Ariel said softly. Wade kissed the top of her head. Maybe just maybe she was right about that.

Earl chuckled to himself walking up to his grandson. There wasn't anything funny about the situation they were in at the moment but seeing where it was his grandson had ran to, that made him smile and at times like this they needed a reason to smile and be happy.

"Your daddy always ran here," Earl said announcing his presence at the little creek. Braxton remained quiet, tossing a rock into the water making it land with a splash.

"It's not fair!" Braxton yelled throwing another rock into the water harder this time.

"Of course it's not fair," Earl easily agreed with him. "But that's life for ya, it gives us all these lessons and obstacles to see how we get through them, it makes us who we're meant to be, Brax. This is an unfortunate event but you will all be stronger and closer as a family when you get past it."

"You don't know that," Braxton pointed out his voice rising in anger and sorrow.

"No I don't know that, it could also tear your family apart, but it's how the four of you handle this situation that determines the outcome."

"I hate it," Braxton confirmed what Earl already knew.

"So do I," he told his grandson. "If I could turn back time I would."

Together they sat amongst the trees and the birds that sang what sounded like a sad song to them, forgetting about everything else and letting the reality of the situation set in. With the sun setting lower in the sky they headed back to the house not feeling any better than when they had left. Braxton went straight to the couch and sat next to his father, leaning his head on his shoulder. Wade sat in the middle of his two kids, holding them close while together they mourned the loss of little Boyd.