<Skyler's POV>

As everyone sits in my living room two days after the birth of the three new children, I recall what the nurse told me after they preformed a scan of my body.

Dr. Yaroscak approaches Dally and I with a clipboard. She places the clipboard on my bedside hospital table. Chris watches from her bed and sits ready to comfort me. Soda is sitting in a chair holding Wesley, just as eager for the information as Dallas and I are. The doctors were suspicious of why I needed the c-section so I gave them permission to run a few tests on me. "Ok, this information might disappoint you or it may not affect your life plans at all," our Doctor states. I nod my head slowly and squeeze Dallas's hand in anticipation, though I'm not able to look at him in the eye. "After looking at your fallopian tubes, it seems that you won't be able to produce any more children. This is because the tubes are twisted. So if you want to stop at three children than this doesn't affect you, but if you were planning on more children, I'm afraid the only way to do that is to adopt, I'm sorry," she states. I nod my head slowly and bite my lip. Dallas and I have never spoken about having more kids. Hell, both pregnancies I had were unplanned. I look to Dallas and see he has a straight face.

"Could you give them a minute," Soda requests since neither of us say anything. Our doctor nods and exits the room without hesitation. Dallas looks back at me. I gulp harshly.

"We never talked about more kids," I claim casually. Dallas nods.

"Ya, ya and if we really want another, adoption is always an option," Dallas reminds me. I nod my head slowly. Not knowing what else to say I look to Chris and see she has sad eyes and a dismal look on her face. With an odd feeling in my chest, I shrug.

"It's an obstacle, nothing we can't get over if we need to," I tell her, more to convince myself than Chris. She nods with a forced smile and looks at Soda who forces a smile as well. I look at my twins in their small hospital cribs. "Who wants to get out of this god forsaken hospital?" I ask trying to lighten the mood.

Now that I think of it, it's just one more thing that's wrong with me. What if Dally was lying and he really wanted four kids. I can never give him that now. Shai and Aiden are finally sleeping in their nursery. I forgot how hard it was to have an infant. Sleep is a valuable thing that I can't afford with two newborns. As I am caught up in my thoughts, Soda plops down next to me, shoulder to shoulder. I glance at him with a straight face. He looks back at me with the big goofy smile. "Hey Skyler," he starts happily, "that's not a smile on your face." I force a small smile. Rolling his eyes, Soda punches me jokingly in the shoulder. "Awe come on Sky, what's up? I know what happiness looks like and that's not it," he claims as everyone around us has a good time.

"I'm fine." Soda scoffs.

"As if, I've been depressed and I know that you are to," Soda claims as he stares obnoxiously at me.

"When we're you depressed mr. happy go lucky?" I ask in a mocking tone.

"When I came back from war and saw the baby boy that I never got to see be born and suddenly all the people I killed came back into my mind and their faces were seared into my eyelids," Soda claims. I stare at him in surprise.

"You really hide your emotions don't you?" I ask. Soda nods his confirmation.

"You," he says, poking my side, "do not." I bite my bottom lip until it's white.

"It's nothing, I swear," I tell him again.

"Come on Skyler," Soda pleads. I let out a breath I didn't know I was holding before answering.

"I just keep thinking about Dallas and Chris's dad and also me not being able to have any more kids," I finally tell him. Soda sighs.

"Skyler, there is nothing we can do about Charlie Winston," Soda reminds me, "and you not being able to get pregnant again isn't your fault." I smile falsely and nod.

"Your right." Soda smiles widely and stands up from the couch. He holds out a hand that I take gratefully and we walk back towards everybody. For a few hours we dance together and I have my first drink since nine months ago when I got pregnant. Dallas opens his arms for me as everybody dances. I throw myself into them and we sway together slowly. His hands rest on the small of my back and my arms curl around his. My head is pressed softly into his hard chest. After all these months I still can't get over how much Dallas towers over me. It's almost comforting to have his body always hiding me. "Hello Dallas."

"Hello Skyler Elizabeth," he mumbles before kissing the top of my head.

"The twins are finally sleeping," I mumble into his chest. Dally nods.

"I know, it's fantastic, my bags have bags," Dallas jokes. I chuckle into his shirt.

"I think I'm going to go smoke on the porch," I say casually.

"You had freaking cancer," Dallas replies angrily. I giggle into his shirt.

"That was a test, you passed," I claim as I pull away from him, "I am going to stand outside though," I tell him. He smiles and nods. Chris latches onto my arm and walks with me towards the door.

"Hello my beautiful sister in law!" She bellows. I smile brightly.

"Hello Chris, how much have you had to drink?" I ask with amusement clearly laced in my voice. She smirks and puts a finger to her mouth.

"Shhhh, don't tell." I laugh at her and open the door to the cool air outside. We lean against the railing casually. "This is weird, we don't smoke anymore," Chris claims.

"I know, I hate it. I want one so bad," I tell Chris. She shakes her head.

"I promised I wouldn't and you definitely can't, you got lucky the first time with your cancer, I don't think that would happen again," Chris reminds me. I nod slowly.

"My luck has run out." Just as I finish my sentence something hard hits the back of my skull and Chris screams as I fall to the ground unconscious.