And finally...

I was transported to the hospital only half an hour after my revelation that I thought Michael was the father of my newborn son. DNA Tests proved that this was later the case, and I had to make the phone call to the new Dad to let him know.

He knew the phone call was coming and he promised he would be on his way shortly thereafter. In the mean time, my good friend and Michael's wife, Savannah was in town with their son Jake. She stopped by the hospital and came to meet the new bundle of joy, and for Jake to meet his new brother. I was so glad that she had accepted my previous offer of becoming Max's godmother, and she would be joining Regina, Ashton and Stanton as one of Max's guardians of life and love.

Michael must've taken the first flight out because he was suddenly here, and he gave me an affectionate kiss on the forehead and then looked down at our newborn son, sleeping in the crib. 'He is adorable...' he breathed, looking over at me. I nodded with a smile, as he picked him up and cradled him gently. I played with the toy cars on the bed with Jake, as Michael and Savannah spoke softly to Max.

Max is one lucky little boy. At only a few hours old, he already has a whole bunch of people that love him.
My kids filtered in throughout the day, Jackson, Mellie (and Malaki, her long-term boyfriend), Mia and Zachary all came by after school. Regi bought Tilly and Annabelle in for a visit, and John came past in the afternoon with Valentine, Aniela, Zoey, Mila and Aiden. Max and I released from hospital in the evening, and was able to go home and join the family.
Looking down at my newborn son as I filled out the necessary paperwork, I sighed happily for the first time in months.

'You are a lucky little man Max. And I am a damn lucky woman...' I whispered.