To hell and back. He'd go to hell and back if it meant that he could see Finn's face—he would do it again and again if he had to. The world couldn't keep him away from Finn...

Dear God, he could only wish that it would be the same for...Finn..

It all happened so quickly—the midwife getting the doctor's attention, the blood, god, the blood had been everywhere, and the damn doctor ordering him to leave so he didn't stress Finn...out more. He's a goddamn Shelby! He should have been allowed to do whatever the hell he wanted, and yet, in a moment of weakness, he did as he was told. He wanted you to be safe. He wanted Finn and the Baby to be happy and healthy.

The hospital couldn't do more than the doctor was doing for Finn, and quite frankly, he'd hated hospitals ever since he could remember. From the time he was a child, the mere thought of one made his skin crawl. And Finn had been so insistent on staying home and calling for a midwife, he made no thought of it.

He paces back and forth in front of the bedroom, listening to the doctor and midwife work tirelessly. He wanted to be in with Finn, but had been ordered out. Polly was downstairs with the children, keeping them busy, while he remained just beyond the threshold of your shared bedroom, praying to whatever was out there listening to him that Finn would stay safe. That Finn would stay alive.

He held his breath when he heard Finn cry for him. He stepped back inside, paling at the sight of the Blood and the midwife gently guiding out a Baby, feet first. Heart pounding, he goes to you, taking your hand immediately. He pressed a kiss to Finn's forehead, quickly speaking: "You're alright, love. Look at you Finn, you're so strong."

John had been a lot of things in his life, but he had never been so scared than at this very moment.

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 before she went and made sure everything was alright. The doctor did everything