Joseph's POV

My eyes immediately watered. My girl and my baby boy had beat all odds. They were both strong, they were fighters.

They pushed the gurney passed me and into the ICU where she would stay for the next little while until she was well enough to be taken care of at home. I followed them closely tracking every single thing that was done.

We stopped inside a small room that had just enough room for me to sit next to her bed and a few other people to be standing close by.

"She probably won't wake up for awhile.-" I didn't hear anything else that was said by the doctors. I plopped myself into the armchair positioned to the right of her body, determined to not leave this hospital until she was leaving with me. My work would have to be brought here, but I could handle it. As long as she was by my side.

It was midday by the time her eyelids finally started to flutter open. My heart lept into my chest. An action that since I had met her I had become accustomed to. She groaned and her face scrunched up.

"Dear lord that sucked." She said before her eyes had even fully opened. I chuckled at her first words.

"Yes it did." I traced her face with my thumb memorizing every inch of her skin. "I don't know what I would have done if something happened to you."

All of the sudden her eyes widened and she moved to sit up in the bed, but gasped in pain and fall back.

"Our baby, our baby is he ok?" His eyes began to water. "Oh please! Is he ok?" She pleaded with me.

"He's ok." I grabbed her face in my hands a smile on my face. "He's alright Jess. He's just as strong as you are."

"Oh thank god" she whispered and sighed in relief her shoulders relaxing as an invisible weight was lifted. "Can I see him?" She asked her eyebrows furrowed together.

I frowned. "No. I'm sorry baby. He has to stay right where he is and so do you." She looked away and sighed.

"Then you go to him. Make sure he's ok and then come tell me." She said. Although I hadn't intended to leave her side i was willing to make an exception for our child.

"Ok." I kissed her lightly on the lips and she smiled up at me. I moved to the door and glanced back at her. She smiled and nodded her head.

"Thank you." She said. I nodded at her and stepped out closing the door behind me, not wanting anyone to bother her in my absence.

I made my way down the hallway to where my boy was resting. When I finally got there my heart started to pound, my boiling blood surged through my body faster than before. Through the window I could see none other than that bastard Cameron standing there with my innocent, premature baby boy in his arms sleeping peacefully.

I opened the door and stalked in trying my best to control myself so I didn't wake the sleeping boy. "Cousin I swear if a hair on his head is hurt you will pay dearly." I spoke lowly and menacingly. He looked up at me as if realizing my presence for the first time.

"Joseph." He said. "This is her baby?" He said and glanced back down at my boy.

"Yes. And he's mine too so if you know what's good for you, you will put him down." I took another step to get closer to the tiny boy.

"He's beautiful. Just like her." He said longingly. "I don't know what happened." He said sadly. "It's like I had her, and then I saw her with you, and the way that you would interact with each other and I knew that I'd lost her. Even way back then I knew that she loved you. I guess I thought that the only way to have her was to force her to be with me." He scoffed and laughed.

The man seemed to be unstable. Like a bomb with a timer quickly winding down. The need to get the baby out of his hands was almost unbearable.

"Just put my son down Cameron. He is innocent in all of this, not to mention unstable as it is. He shouldn't be out of that crib." Cameron looked down at the child's peaceful face and smiled slightly. He nodded slightly.

"I wish this was my baby. Then I would have something to live for." He moved to put the baby back into its little safety chamber. His words confused me but as long as the baby was safe it really didn't matter to me. He had betrayed me in the worst way possible, and now here he was for the sole purpose of making my life harder and more stressful than it already was.

I sighed in relief when my child was safely lying in his crib. "Now." I stalked over to Cameron and grabbed him by the upper arm and dragged him from the room. On the way out I noticed Matthias for the first time lying on the floor unconscious. "Did you do that?" I asked Cameron and tightened my grip on his arm. He didn't answer, but it didn't matter I already knew he had.

Cameron surprised me as soon as we got out of the room and snatched his arm from my hand. I growled at his insubordinate action. I was even more shocked as he pulled out a gun and shot himself in the side of the head. As he fell to the floor my eyes remained locked on the wall directly behind where his head had been my mouth slightly agape. I could hear the baby crying behind me, and people on the hospital staff rushing to us. My eyes slowly traveled down to the lifeless body of the only relative I had left besides Jessica and my newborn. It wasn't like seeing his body was what bothered me. I'd seen many before, it was the fact that he had killed himself. That was a first for me. I had never witnessed a suicide before.

"What happened?!" A doctor shouted and helped to lift his body onto a bed.

I quickly wiped all shock off my face and answered the man. "He shot himself." The doctor eyed at me suspiciously. I raised an eyebrow and dared him to question me. He obviously knew who I was because he quickly turned around and check my cousin for any signs of life.

"He's dead. Someone go check on the baby." The doctor said and realization hit me hard. The baby. I followed the pediatrician into the room. She attached all of the necessary IV's back into his tiny arms. He was still screaming, his ears probably hurting from the sound of the gun going off.

"Can I hold him?" I asked the doctor quietly. I glanced up at her.

She smiled slightly, but shook her head. "I don't think that would be the best idea. He has already been through so much stress in the last 24 hours. He's almost a month premature, I wouldn't recommend taking him out of the incubator at all. People are only allowed so many miracles."

I grimaced. "When I came in here Cameron, the guy that shot himself back there, he was holding him." She blanched.

"Well that's wonderful." She said sarcastically. She turned back to the monitors. "I'll do everything to make sure that he lives a long healthy life Mr. Copland." She promised me. "I'll have someone stay here 24/7 until I'm confidant that he is healthy and doing well."

"Thank you." I said truly grateful. "I won't forget that." She glanced back at me and smiled.

"What is his name?" She asked.

I frowned. He didn't have one yet. Jessica and I hadn't had time since he was born to officially talk about it. I put a note in the back of my mind to talk to Jessica about it as soon as I was back with her. " Well he doesn't have one yet." I said almost embarrassed.

She laughed slightly. "He doesn't have one yet. Well you should probably get on that one. I've got things under control here. I'll have someone come and get you if anything changes."

"Thank you again."I said. I stayed for a little while longer just taking in every inch of his face before exiting the room.

I quickly made my way back to Jessica's room. She was lying flat on the bed with her eyes closed, but they shot open as soon as she heard me.

"Tell me everything about him? Is he alright? You were gone long time. Is he beautiful? Oh I just know he is." I sat down in the chair next to her and heaved sigh.

"Jessica he is the most beautiful thing I have ever seen. He's so tiny, but he has the biggest green eyes, and he already has some dark hair. Just like you. I can tell he's going to be just as perfect as his mother is."

She was hanging onto every word I said. "Oh I can't wait to see him." She sighed. "You didn't take a picture did you?" she asked and I immediately cursed myself for being so stupid.

"No I'm sorry baby, I didn't think about it. But honestly you wouldn't believe what happened." I continued to tell her the entirety of what had happened just minutes ago. She looked at me in shock.

"I honestly don't know whether I should be angry that he put our child in danger or feel bad about what he did to himself." She said looking down at her hands.

We stayed silent for awhile before the reminder in my head went off reminding me to talk to her about naming our son. "Jessica. What should we name him?" I asked breaking her from her thoughts.

She stayed silent for awhile and then a broad smile lit up her face. "How about Phoenix. I liked the name before but now since we've been through so much it just seems right. It's a powerful bird that rose from the ashes, inspiring hope and idealism."

I smiled at her. There was always a reason behind everything that she did. "well then. Phoenix it is."