He's another chapter, it's a little shorter, I hope you dont mind. :3 Anyway, thank you all for reading, and I hope you all like it.

Jason is always going to remember how he felt when the nurse handed him the infant. It was like a whirlwind of a million emotions at once. He was ecstatic to be holding his baby, but there was a small smear on the perfection of the moment. Jason wished he had his husband there with him.

"Hey..." was all that Jason managed to let out, along with a gentle smile. He was living though a moment that he never thought he would ever experience. Lately, during the last year or so he was experiencing life in ways he never thought he was going to ever get the chance too. He had a son, a tiny, six pound baby, with reddish brown hair.

Jason was thankful that Stephanie was there with him, in fact it was her that reminded him that he needed to go a few floors up because he had an appointment. "Jason, oh my god." she smiled excitedly. "He's so itty-bitty! Did you and Dick pick out a name?"

"Yeah, Dick did." Jason revealed, "And even I was surprised at the name he picked, Icarus."

Stephanie blinked a few times, unsure if she heard right, "Icarus?" she repeated.

"Yeah." Jason told her, staring down at the baby in his arms,. "He...I'm not sure if he was thinking right or whatever but that is what he told me -"

"Excuse me," the nurse who took all the papers that Jason signed, returned. "I've got some lists here of what times he needs to be fed, and when he needs to get his vaccinations." she handed the papers to Stephanie. "Also, I'm going to warn you about his feet."

"His feet?"

"It's not going to affect him negativity in any way." the nurse continued. "He should be able to learn to walk at the time he is supposed too."

"So...what the fuck is wrong with his feet?" Jason continued to question.

"He only has two toes on both feet," the nurse finally let out. "But some people are born with six, others have three, it wont affect his development. There is nothing wrong with the muscles in his legs, and everything about him is healthy."

"As long as he's healthy." Jason shifted his gaze from the nurse and back to his son. "It's okay that you only have four toes, you're still perfect."

"Yeah, that's kind of cute." Stephanie agreed.

Suddenly Jason's phone went off, and he received a much anticipated message from Bruce saying that Dick was out of surgery and the doctor needed to speak to him.

Once he was on Dick's floor he handed Icarus to Stephanie, who waited outside the room with the other members of their family. Jason stepped into Dick's room and noticed Bruce was speaking with the doctor, who was still dressed from surgery. They both paused their conversation as soon as Jason stepped in. He peeked over Bruce, to catch a glimpse of his lover, who was knocked out in bed. He was breathing on his own, which was a good sign but that was all Jason could tell.

"Is – is everything okay?" Jason asked, feeling sick. The sudden change of emotions was so drastic it was making him ill. He went from unbelievably happy, to worried in seconds.

"He lost a lot of blood," the doctor began to explain. "But we managed to keep his heart going, and he is still alive...but..."

Jason's breath caught in his throat, as he continued to listen.

"We had to amputate his right leg from the knee down, there was too much damage to save it." the doctor revealed.

Dick did not have a leg – or half of his leg...

How was he going to tell him?

Most importantly, Dick was alive.

"How soon until he wakes up?" Jason inquired, stepping over to the bed and carefully clasping Dick's hand.

"Give him anywhere between three to four days at the most." the doctor explained.

Jason nodded, and sighed, "Okay."

A few moments later, Bruce and the doctor left Jason alone with Dick. Jason wanted to cry, he felt so bad for what happened. Dick's legs were important to him, he was an acrobat, and now...Would he still be able to work, to run across buildings and make it look effortless?

Jason laid a kiss on Dick's forehead, "Please don't be sad when you wake up." he begged. "I mean, yeah, you might not be able to do certain things anymore but..." he pressed another kiss on Dick. "I still love you, with or without a leg, and I'm sure Icarus doesn't mind either."

"Todd," Damian stepped into the room, arms crossed and an unhappy glare on his face. "Why did you let Brown hold Icarus, she probably has some sort of incurable illness that causes stupidity," he stopped his complaining once he saw Dick laying on the bed, then changed the subject. "Is Grayson going to be okay...I heard he had an amputation."

"Physically, he'll be fine." Jason told him. "But I don't know how he's going to handle this when he finds out."

"Todd, if you and Grayson need any help with my new nephew don't ask Brown." Damian informed, doing his best to try and be supportive.

Jason smiled, amused, "You want me to ask you?"

"Of course, or Alfred." Damian told him.

Jason spent the rest of the day with Dick in the hospital. He had some baby bottles which he used to feed Icarus, did not leave until night fall. Although he did not want to leave Dick alone, him and Tim and come up with an agreement, that Tim was going to spend nights at the hospital so Jason could go home.

It was a surprise to see Tim out in the field the previous night. He only patrols occasionally because him and Kon had their own child to take of. A fourteen month old girl named Stella.

"Call me if anything happens." Jason demanded as Tim arrived.

"I will." Tim reached into his back pack and in between a pair of books was a plushy of a little robin, which he handed to Jason as a gift to Icarus. "And if you have any questions, call me, I'll be awake."

"Fine."

Jason's apartment felt so empty without Dick, but little infant made up for what would have been loneliness. After rocking the child to sleep, he set him down in the crib. Dick and Jason had painted the room together, it was a light blue color with a Flying Grayson poster on one wall, and an acrylic painting of robins that Damian had made on the other.

In one corner of the room was a pile of stuffed animals and a toy box filled with blocks, legos.

Not wanting to be in the bed alone, Jason took the sheets from the master bedroom and laid them down on the floor where he would sleep. He managed to get a few hours of sleep before he was woken up by the sounds of a baby crying.