"I didn't do shit, so don't accuse me…he fell off the changing table and hit his head on the ground. I want you to fix him."

"I'll fix him, not for you though, for him. Then you'll leave Wilbur with me, leave the state and never show your STD infected ass around here again, understand?"

"Or what, Christian?"

"He'll report you to the police for child negligence." Chimed in Sean, looking furious as he stood and joined Christian's side, "Hand over Wilbur, now."

Gina swallowed a few times, trying to hold her angry and mad demeanor, but she finally melted under the withering glares of the two men. She held Wilbur up to Christian, who gathered the boy up tightly. She smiled softly and whispered, "Okay, just help him…"

Christian turned on his heel and strode out of the room, eager to help his son. Sean glared once more at Gina and bit off icily, "Leave all of Wilbur's things here and never show your face again, Gina."

"Sean, I'm his mother, you can't tell-"

"I can tell you one thing Gina, Christian is a better parent to that boy than you are or will ever be! And I'm assuming you didn't hear about the accident you caused? Taking Wilbur away from Christian nearly cost Christian his life! God Gina, if it had been worst I would have hunted you down…" Sean threatened, quietly but heatedly.

Gina cleared her throat and stood, "I'll bring Wilbur's things and leave."

"Its not time to make a change,
Just relax, take it easy.
You're still young, thats your fault,
There's so much you have to know.
Find a girl, settle down,
If you want you can marry…."

"Hey Wilbur…hey buddy…how you been? Daddy's missed you so much…" Christian looked away as he whispered, a sob caught in his throat, "Don't worry, honey. Daddy's going to make everything better."

Christian leaned over the operating table and kissed the sleeping toddler on his head, listening to the soft music floating in the background as he gazed lovingly at his son…the dark curly hair framing his cherub face as he lie on the giant table, so small and innocent. Christian sighed and held out a hand towards Linda, "15 blade please."

Nurse Linda and Liz watched Christian as he began the surgery on his son, the music bringing tears to their eyes as they watched Christian operate, his face calm, but the emotion clearly bubbling underneath.

Christian rubbed his bleary eyes roughly with the palms of his large, skillful hands as he sat with his legs spread in an ungentlemanly fashion. He glanced at his watch, realizing it was well past one in the morning. He groaned and willed himself to stand, but he was so exhausted. Sean trotted in and glanced at his beat partner with a sympathetic smile.

"Christian, go home and sleep." He said quietly.

Christian, eyes squeezed shut, waved his hand and said, "Nonsense Sean, I'll be bushy tailed and bright eyed in sec…just give me a few minutes."

Sean laughed to himself at the tripping comment, ignoring the fact that Christian said seconds then asked for minutes. He shrugged and snuck away to use the restroom, knowing full well when he returned Christian would be passed out on the break room couch.

When Sean returned he was shocked to see Christian wasn't there. Wanting to make sure Christian wasn't getting himself into trouble from sheer exhaustion, Sean searched the McNamara/Troy building. He finally came to stop at Wilbur's patient door and he smiled to himself, Of course.

He opened the door slowly and peeked in, his suspicions confirmed when he saw Christian sleeping soundly in Wilbur's bed, the infant's head resting on his father's chest comfortably as they both slept on. Sean chuckled when he saw Christian was still in his work clothing, lab coat and all, and his shoes were still on.

"Love you two, sleep tight." He whispered as he backed out and closed the door.

The End