The sound of his son's cry brought a smile to Daniel's lips. He glanced up at the ceiling then without thinking twice made his way upstairs, calling out to Serena that he would take care of the baby.

He entered the nursery and smiled as he lifted his son from the crib Ian had made and thought back to the day he was born. Daniel Jeremiah Abel Thompson came into the world not two days after Meghan had given birth. Daniel looked down at the boy who had been nicknamed DJ by his mother, he had light green eyes and his head was covered with a soft downy patch of blonde hair.

Daniel had been incredibly nervous when Serena had gone into labor the day after Valentine's Day. It had seemed as if one minute they had been discussing Meghan, Luke and the twins, and the next Serena was curled into a ball groaning through contractions. If it hadn't been for her cool head, Daniel was sure he would have fallen apart at the seams.

For however easy Meghan's labor had been, Serena's was that much harder. She'd been in labor almost 36 hours before DJ decided to grace them with his presence. Once Daniel made sure his son was healthy he began his vigil by Serena's side. He waited with bated breath to see if she would pull through, she had been so weak at the end that he thought he'd be burying another wife. He knew that he wouldn't have been able to get through life if God had taken Serena from him like He had taken Elizabeth.

The small boy let out another wail and Serena came through the door, her wrapper billowing out behind her like an angel's wings and reached out for her son. "He's hungry Daniel and there's nothing you can do for him there."

"You should be in bed resting."

She waved him off. "I can't spend another minute laying in that bed feeling useless. I've decided to start doing things around the house again. I can only imagine what condition this house is in."

Daniel smirked at her. "I can clean you know."

"Yes, but you don't do it as well as I do. I'm also going to start taking patients again."

"Serena I don't want you over doing it."

"I won't. It's just one or two a week until I'm at one hundred percent again. Okay?"

Daniel smiled as he handed his son over to his mother. "Fine." He watched in awe as Serena sat on the rocking chair and nursed him. He knelt beside her and caressed his son's head then leaned over and kissed his wife tenderly. "I love you Serena."

"I love you too." She replied softly.