A/N: know several of you were disappointed that Erin's daughter isn't Jay's, but I hope you like the twist I threw in. Also, I know the fact that Erin had her rapist's child is controversial. This chapter will give a little bit of insight into that decision through a flashback. I plan to throw in several flashbacks throughout the story to fill in some of the backstory of Erin's time in New York.

Erin rushed up the stairs at Hank's house, following the sound of her daughter's cries down the hallway to her old bedroom. When she walked in, she found Hank standing in the middle of the room, holding Cami and talking to her softly, trying to soothe her.

"Cami," Erin called softly as she walked over to the pair. "It's okay, peanut. Mommy's here now," she soothed, taking her daughter from Hank's arms.

"Mommy!" Cami cried, burying her face into Erin's shoulder.

"Shhh," Erin murmured, rubbing her daughter's back. "It's okay, Peanut. You're okay. Mommy and Grandpa Hank are here; nothing's going to hurt you."

Cami's cries slowly quieted as she clung tightly to Erin, and before long the only noise that remained were the hiccups that had resulted from the little girl's sobs. Erin rocked gently back and forth, continuing to rub her daughter's back, trying to soothe her back to sleep.

Hank, who had moved to the doorway of the room when Erin had taken over, leaned against the doorway, crossing his arms and watching the woman he thought of as a daughter soothe her own daughter. He hadn't had much chance to see Erin interact with her daughter, as his few visits had only been for extended weekends, and the sight brought a smile to his face.

Three Years Ago

"Hank?" Erin's voice sounded scared over the phone, and Hank instantly knew something was wrong. He stood up and walked over to his office door, closing it to ensure he wouldn't be interrupted.

"Erin? What's wrong?" Hank asked gently. It had only been a little over two months since he'd received the middle of the night phone call from a nurse telling him that Erin had been found beaten and raped, and he found it impossible to not constantly worry about her.

"Hank, I'm pregnant," Erin said softly, her voice breaking on the last word.

Hank closed his eyes, his heart aching for the woman he thought of as a daughter. She didn't deserve any of this. She'd struggled so much since the rape and had confessed to him on multiple occasions that she'd been tempted to turn back to drugs to help her cope. She'd never given in, but Hank was afraid that this might be the thing that would push her over the edge.

"I'm about eight weeks," Erin continued. "There's no question that it's his."

"Erin, I'm so sorry," Hank said gently. "Have you decided what you're going to do?"

"I'm going to keep it, Hank," Erin replied, her voice full of unshed tears. "I wasn't sure if I could at first; I was scared about what would happen if the baby is born and it looks like...him. I even called to schedule an appointment to get an abortion, but I couldn't do it. I hung up instead. I know it sounds crazy, and I'm still scared I'm making the wrong choice, but I just felt like I need to keep this baby. I had my first appointment today, and I heard the heartbeat and had my first ultrasound, and I immediately fell in love with this baby. But Hank, I'm scared. Bunny was an awful mom, and the baby's father…what if I'm making the wrong decision?"

"Erin, you practically helped raise Justin when Camille was sick, and you've always been good with kids from cases. You'll be an amazing mom," Hank assured her. "If that's what you're worried about, you shouldn't. You'll be fine."

"What if…what it the baby looks like him?" Erin whispered. She hadn't been able to remember much about her attacker except for the fact that he'd had piercing blue eyes, but she couldn't help but worry about how she'd respond if the baby came out looking like someone other than her. "What if I can't love the baby because it looks like him?"

"Erin, I promise you. The moment that baby is placed in your arms, you're going to fall in love with them even more, no matter what they look like," Hank assured her, thinking of how he'd felt when he'd held Justin for the first time. "If this is really what you want to do, I'll support you, no matter what. You're going to make an amazing mother, Erin."

Erin hung up the phone feeling reassured after her conversation with Hank, just as she'd known she would. She'd considered calling him a couple of weeks ago when she'd first realized she was pregnant, but had held off, telling herself that there was no reason to tell him if she was just going to have an abortion; there was no reason to put him through the pain of knowing what had resulted from her attack. She'd felt so incredibly lonely then, and found herself wishing for the first time in years that she had a family. She knew that she would always have Hank, and she was thankful for that, but he was in Chicago and she was here, in New York, all alone.

That had honestly been the main reason she'd decided not to have an abortion. She wanted a family. She wanted someone here in New York whom she could call her own. While she was worried about whether or not she would be able to be a good mother, particularly to a baby that could possibly remind her of her attacker ever single day, her conversation with Hank had helped convince her that she'd made the right decision. She was going to give this child what she'd never had: a good home with a loving mother.

Present Day

It was obvious to Hank as he watched Erin with Cami that he had been right. Erin made an amazing mother. She was gentle and loving and reminded him so much of Camille in the way that she interacted with Cami.

Once Erin was sure that Cami was asleep, she laid her down gently on the bed, pulling the covers up and tucking her in. She placed a kiss on her daughter's forehead before turning to leave the room. She was startled to find that Hank was still there in the doorway, watching her.

"Sorry," Hank said softly, not wanting to wake the little girl. "I didn't mean to scare you." He stepped out into the hallway and Erin joined him, closing the door softly behind her. "You're amazing with her. I tried to get her calmed down for over ten minutes before I finally called you. As soon as you walked into the room and she heard your voice, she immediately started to calm down."

"I'm sorry," Erin apologized. "She's never had nightmares before; I wouldn't have left if I'd known this would happen. She really does adore you, but I think she just needed someone familiar tonight."

"She's been through a lot in the past twenty-four hours. It's not surprising that she'd have a nightmare," Hank assured Erin. "Or that she'd want her mom. I can tell how much you love her. You're a good mom, Erin."

Erin smiled. "Thanks, Hank," she said. "I really can't imagine my life without her now. I was so scared when I found out I was pregnant, and I thought for sure that I'd mess everything up. But you were right; when I finally held her for the first time, I fell in love with her even more and all of my doubts disappeared." She paused, then added, "It helps that I had Camille as an example. She was more of a mother to me than Bunny ever was."

Hank smiled at that. He knew how much Erin had meant to Camille, and he knew that she would have loved to have been able to see Erin become a mother herself. "She really was amazing," he agreed. The two of them had made their way downstairs to the living room and Hank took a seat in his usual chair as Erin sat on the couch, tucking her legs underneath her. "How did it go with Jay tonight?" he asked gently, not wanting to pry if she didn't want to talk about it.

"I told him the truth," Erin replied softly. "He knows about the rape now. He was just so hurt when I got there; I couldn't let him continue to think that he'd meant so little to me that I'd move on so quickly."

"You still love him, don't you?" Hank said it more as a statement than a question.

"I never stopped loving him," Erin admitted. "I know it's stupid; I'll never be able to come back to Chicago, and he'll never leave Chicago, but I can't help it. Throughout everything that's happened, one thing that's remained the same is how I feel about Jay."

Hank nodded. "There's something you should know, then. Jay and Hailey…there's something going on there. They've not said anything yet, and I don't even know if they themselves know exactly what's going on. But I thought you should know."

"He has every right to move on with anyone he wants," Erin stated, but inside she couldn't help but feel hurt. Did it have to be Hailey? Did Jay have to fall in love with his partner again? If it had been anyone else, it wouldn't have been as hard to hear. She'd expected that Jay would move on, especially after how she'd left, but she hadn't expected history to repeat itself by Jay falling in love with his partner.

Hank studied Erin, seeing through the front she was putting on. He hadn't wanted to tell her, knowing how much it would hurt her, but since she was likely going to be in Chicago for some time, chances were high that she would find out at some point, and he figured it was better for her to know now.

"I think I'm going to head up to bed," Erin stated. "It's been a long day." She walked over to Hank and leaned down, giving him a hug. "Thank you, for everything."

"It's good to have you home again, kid," Hank told her, squeezing her hand.

"It's good to be home," Erin replied.