The married and kids' life was the last thing Jason would have ever dreamed about, both before and after Lazarus Pit. But now at 2:48 am in a nursery, he's looking at the little newborn all swaddled in their crib. They have his scowl, even in their deep sleep. Jason knows he should join you back in bed, but seeing the baby, his baby was like looking at an angel. Everything he's done somehow made this gentle moment even more special.

Jason picked up the stool and quietly set it down near the crib and a calloused finger brushed over his baby's cheek. He felt his heart do a summersault when they furrowed their eyebrows and turned their sleeping face toward his fingers. When hearing your sluggish soft footsteps, Jason perks up as if he's a kid being caught with their hand in the candy jar. "Go back to bed." He whispered, almost startled by his soft voice as he sat up from the stool, but his hand immediately grasped the edge of the crib. "Baby is okay... I promise."