Thomas' P.O.V

It was a bright and sunny day, James is now 9 months pregnant. I watched my love sit in the grass and look at the sky as I sit next to him and take in the smells around me. James was really attached to me now and nothing could ever break us apart.

I've become a better man for James and myself and also for our kid. I will protect my family at any cost. No one is gonna take them from me. I'm no longer scared of anything, only loosing James and our child.

No longer am I a scared child, I'm someone great, at least in James' eyes and that's good enough for me.

Then I hear James whimper and he cries out my name.

I nodded and carried him to the doctor who was in the nearby hospital. They took care of James and soon enough I could see my baby.

I went in the room and smiled at James then took one look at my baby and gasped

"Oh my god!"