<Chris's POV>

Her name is Hayden. He has bright blue yes like mine and her father's. Though her hair is blonde like mine, and curly, insanely curly. Her birth was hard, though I suppose the actual birthing part wasn't hard. It was hard because my big brother was not there. Leala was not there, she parted ways with us, for now anyways, claiming she needed time to heal alone. I don't blame her. Johnny was not there. Darry was not there. And Lena was not there with me doing the same thing. It was hard to do without those familiar faces. Even Pony had forced himself to go back to school at that point, so he wasn't there. Steve wasn't there, he couldn't bare to see a child birth after what happened to Lena. I opted for a home birth, its cheaper and I felt bad taking money from Steve when he is so lost.

Soda was by my side, along with Skyler, who did most of the work since she has the most experience. Keith watched the kids as I gave birth to Hayden. She is beautiful and she came out beautiful, and small. She came on time, but she looked as though she was an early infant. I love her, and she has helped me these past few months. She has helped me heal. She is a distraction from the disaster that happened those nine months ago. Hayden is now eight months old, and it seems impossible she has grown so fast, she is still so small.

She gets along very well with Liam and Diane, Steve's twins. He finally healed just enough to tell us their names. Lena had picked them out before she died. Shortly after he could say their names, he was truly able to hold them. I remember the first night he held them. It was a few weeks after Hayden was born. Everyone was to busy to help him, so when they started crying he scooped them out of their beds at our home. Soda watched him carefully as he tried to deal with Lynn having a tantrum. Steve had them in his arms and for the first time since Lena died he stared right into their eyes, their piercing blue eyes, Lena's eyes. He broke down sobbing, red hot tears piercing his cheeks. Slowly he dropped to the ground just holding the twins to his chest, curled in a ball. He was finally ready to let all of that pain in. He sat there for hours, until the twins fell asleep in his arms. Now he is inseparable from them. They are all he had left of Lena.

Everyone, for the most part, is back where they belong. Pony is back at school, Skyler took her children back to their home, Two-Bit took Henry back to his and Steve's home, Steve eventually joining him with Liam and Diane. Leala calls at least three times a week. She tells us she is all the way in California, finding new and better ways to heal. She will be okay, I know she will. Soda and I returned to our home with our children, though we are going to sell it and move back into the Curtis house. It is to hard to see that house empty, and with all the renovations Steve's money provided it is lovely and livable. Pony will always have space there for when he returns from school. We belong there, I know that now.

The gang meets there often. At least one other person is there everyday. Skyler comes very often so the kids can see each other, and for when she needs us to watch the kids. She has been working non stop as a waitress. She works all day at one diner and all night at some bar in town. Without Dallas she needs the extra cash. She refuses to take any more cash from Steve, so he just keeps putting more and more into the kid's savings, all of the kids. My children, Skyler's, Keith's, and Steve's own children all have savings that he split his winnings from gambling in. He says as soon as the twins are old enough he is going to start working at the DX again. It makes him happy to work with Soda. He also told us he would not be gambling anymore, at least for a long while. Lena was his lucky charm, without her it doesn't feel right to him. I understand.

<Skyler's POV>

The clock says 4:00 AM. I have to be at work in three hours for the morning shift, and the afternoon shift after that, and then right back to my shift at the bar. I am in my bedroom, Dallas and I's bedroom, sitting with my knees tucked to my chest, tearing pouring down my face. It is not often I let myself cry or be upset, I simply don't have time to with work and the kids. But in the four hours between my bar shift and my morning shift I found just enough time for a breakdown. Black eyeliner and mascara cascade down my cheeks. I started wearing makeup again once I started working, more tips. I managed to gain fifteen pounds since I am surrounded by food all day, but it still isn't enough, My bones still protrude from my body. I stare at my miserable from in the full length mirror. This is the first time in weeks that I have really let myself think about Dallas. About how much I love him, and how much I miss him.

The kids are growing up very independent since I am so busy. Kaya drinks formula because I don't have any breast milk to offer, I am not healthy enough for that. I am grateful from Chris for taking care of my children at the Curtis house since I am so busy. I have so few days off, but I am trying my best to make for time for them. I feel like I am missing everything. Dallas, my kids, my friends, but I have to work since Dallas can't. Steve's money won't last forever, but Dallas will be gone forever. I am trying not to need him, but I think I always will.

<Dallas's POV>

Two Years Later

They wouldn't even give me a cell mate. To them I killed three people, I am to dangerous for a cell mate. I didn't cause any problems around here though for a while, not at all. I was not myself when it comes how I used to handle things. When they first stuck me in here people didn't like me. I was a small town gangster to them, some asshole who killed a dad and his son, and some poor twenty something year old. I was not to be respected by the criminals in here. They would beat me to a pulp, until I couldn't speak or breath. And I just took it, because that physical pain somehow made the emotional pain hurt less. It overcame how much I missed my family, My Skyler, and my dead friends. Each punch distracted me. Though as time went on I just got angry, like I used to, I went looking for fights. I get in fights a few times a week. My body is bruised and scabbed, My bones ache. My hair is longer than it has ever been. I haven't cut it since I got in this hell hole. I don't want anyone to cut it, well anyone but Skyler.

There are new tattoos on my body. Stick and pokes on my arms, bearing the names of those I have lost. Johnny, Darry, and Lena. The names are encased in one giant pair of angel wings. They bulge over my muscles. I have never been this in shape in my life. When I am not looking for a fight or doing hefty work I am working out in my cell. It is how I like to spend my time. I wish I would just die though. I am never getting out of here, so I wish I would just die.