To hell and back. He'd go to hell and back, for you - his wife, Mrs. Wilson.

It all happened so quickly—the midwife, the blood, god, the blood had been everywhere. You'd been so damn instant on a home birth and a midwife, he'd just given in without thinking through the consequences.

He paces back and forth in front of the bedroom, listening to you and midwife work tirelessly to deliver the baby. He wanted to be in with you, but had been ordered out - apparently the baby was turned the wrong way for birth, he remained just beyond the threshold of your shared bedroom, praying to whatever was out there listening to him that you would stay alive.

The midwife calls him back inside, signalling the final push, he stepped back inside, paling at the sight of the blood - as a mafia boss he never shyed away from blood, but your blood..made him pale significantly. Heart pounding, he goes to you, taking your hand immediately.

Zach: “"Last push, angel, you can do this"

He encourages, watching you push and cry out, his heart clenching at the sight of your pain

Only moments after did the room echo with the cries of a small, winded baby. The midwife quickly went to work and snipped the umbilical cord and checked over the baby, he stepped closer to you, pressing a kiss on your forehead, moving a lock of damp hair out of you face

Zach: “You did so well, my love"

he whispers tenderly, his lips lingering on your skin as he gives your forehead another kiss

He looks over as the midwife brings the baby over, a pink skinned little creature, wrapped up in a thin white blanket. Wrinkly toes and fingers, and for the first time in his life the ruthless mafia boss cracks, a tear slipping down his cheek - his daughter was here