In NorthWestern Memorial Hospital, at the end of a corridor on the 20th floor, there was an unmarked room. It had no visible number registration on the door and could only be opened with a keycard. Examination of the building's official layout plans would show the room was designated for storage. At the discretion of certain parties involved, this was just an ordinary storage room, nothing any individual should concern or interest themselves in.

Inside, however, were all the accommodations of a maternity room, all the necessary essentials for the room's current client. Felicia was sleeping on her side on a hospital bed, her body stiff and exhausted from the experience of giving birth hours earlier. The ordeal lasted over 10 hours, and displaced her son's kicking as the most painful experience she ever had. She had a brief interaction with her son after his birth, holding him briefly before a nurse took him away for examination, her colleagues examining Felicia's well being in the meantime. In that brief moment, however, Felicia's alter ego, "The Black Cat," seemed to melt away. Her criminal life had been indulgence and thrills, coupled with a disregard for the outright danger that came with it, but seeing the small body in her arms, crying and trying to make sense of his new world, she knew she would do everything to protect her child. After the nurses finished examining Felicia, she kept head propped towards the door, eagerly awaiting her sons return. It'd be about another 20 minutes before he was back in his mother's arms. He scrunched his face as his mother ran her fingertips across his cheek. At the moment he opened his eyes and looked at his mother, Felicia realized he had his father's hazel eyes. The reunion finally came to a close, when Felicia ,finally beginning to succumb to the exhaustion she was feeling, handed her son to a nurse who then placed him in a bassinet by her bedside.

"We'll let you get some rest, and we'll followup with you later today okay?" The nurse instructed Felicia as she left with her colleagues. Felicia laid on her side, staring at her sleeping son before her heavy eyes finally succumbed to sleep. It would be several hours later, little after 8 am in the morning, that she would be awakened by a visitor.

"Ello, Dah-lin?" Garcon said as he gestured his hand in a knocking motion against a wall by the room's entrance. Felicia turned her head slightly, not immediately sure who was addressing her. Seeing Felicia turn her head, Garcon felt comfortable approaching his weary friend. She sighed as she stretched her sore body, pulling herself up to see her friend.

"Garcon," she said weakly. She smiled, happy to see a familiar face. He was wearing a beige sweater ,with his usually sash, and brown corduroy pants. In his right hand, he was holding a white paper bag, the handles had a string attached to it that connected to a small blue balloon hovering above. In his left hand, he had a manila folder with a number of documents stuffed in between. He smiled as he reached towards her and embraced.

"So good to see you, Dahl-lin! I flew in as soon as I heard. How are you feeling?" Garcon inquired.

"Like hammered shit," Felicia said as she glared at Garcon with a smirk.

He smiled back, and then turned his attention to the bassinet by Felicia's side. "Ah! So this is the little one!" He exclaimed as he peered over the bassinet and examined Felicia's sleeping son.

"Oh what a cutie," he exclaimed happily.

"Thanks," Felicia said as she gestured her hands out. "Can you pass him to me?"

Garcon obliged, lifting the boy from his bassinet and placing him into his mother's arms. He turned away and searched for a chair, finding one and pulling it beside Felicia's bed.

"So," he cleared his throat," no records as you requested. Uhh, because it's sooner it's going cost a little more."

"How much?" Felicia inquired.

"500 thousand, 100 for me of course."

Felicia's raised her eyebrows. The sum was 200 thousand more than what they had initially agreed. However, she knew that was for a certain date and unexpectedly going into labor early meant the sudden adjustment would come at an additional cost. She looked at her sleeping son whose head was nudged against her chest.

"You're lucky you're cute," she said as she pressed a kiss on her sons forehead.

"Ah so one thing," Garcon pulled the folder he was holding and laid it on his lap. "You know me, I trust you. You pay when you can, but…. My friends aren't as patient as me." He raised the folder to his face. "This needs to be paid by the end of the week. You don't want to know what they do to those who don't pay."

Felicia grabbed the folder from Garcon and peered over the documents inside.

"The instructions is all there, you pay just like my clinic does. And their info is there too, so if you need anything they'll take care of you."

"I'll take care of it, thanks" she said as she laid the folder on her bedside.

Garcon clapped his hands together in response, a relieved smile coming across his face.

"Good!" He reached down and pulled up the small bag he brought with him. "I uh brought something for the baby." He laid the bag beside Felicia's bedside as he stood up. "Anyway it was really good to see you Dah-lin and congratulations again. I need to go but you should be able to leave by tomorrow. The nurses will bring you something to eat in the meantime."

He reached down and embraced and Felicia," Goodbye Dah-lin. You were always one of my favorite patients."

"You too, thanks for everything."

He gave one last smile before pulling away, patting the top of her son's head as he left. He stopped just short of the door, realizing that he had forgotten to ask Felicia one last thing before leaving.

"Oh! By the way, what did you name him?" He inquired.

She looked down at her sleeping boy. There were number of options that she floated around in her head the past few days, but she had made her mind up hours ago. She smiled before looking back at Garcon and answered "Jason."