joel stared at the infant that lay sleeping in his arms. it was strange – joel miller, a hardened survivalist, was oh-so quiet as he watched over the sleeping tot in his arms.

he was silent, enjoying the moment. he had held three babies in his life – his brother tommy, sarah and now.. your child. he was a father again.

"ain't you just the cutest, lil' one.."

he whispered in a cooing tone, as if nobody else could hear him.