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6 months later, Christmas Day

6 months had past. My hair had grown back to its original length. The cuts, scratches, bruises and broken bones had healed. My surgery scars had healed nicely and they were starting to fade. My rehab was done and dusted in over a few weeks after the doctors told me I was fit and healthy to recover. Being in a coma for 12 days helped my body heal and I was perfectly fine to hold my kids and especially my baby boy Noah.

Derek had shown me the birth of Noah so I could relive at what had happened. He told me that on the 3rd day after the accident they had to sew my cervix shut, then 8 days later they took me to the delivery ward to have a caesarean. I got to watch the moment my son took his first breathe.

Sophie recovered well and she was now a healthy 7 year old attending school and going to ballet.

Angus's shattered leg healed and he was soon walking properly. He had just turned 5 twenty-four days ago and was enjoying playing soccer and swimming and being at pre-k.

Kendall was now 22 months old and she was talking more and her broken collarbone healed itself. She was still mummy's little girl who loved helping me around the house and smiling at me for no reason but to just make my day.

Noah was now 6 months old. He had had a different start to life like some kids but he had a good start to life. No complications but no mother. He still didn't mind. He is like a koala bear and would always stay in my arms hugging me. He loved nothing more but staying in my arms and watching his brother and sister. On my days off we would go for a walk around the trail at the house to have a breather and just have some fresh air.

He was now crawling and would chase his siblings around the house. He always woke at 6 every morning and would blabber away to himself and I would lay in bed and listen to him over the baby monitor. It made my morning the way he talked to himself and think he was Einstein. I could tell he would become a Doctor just like his daddy in the future.

Carolyn had been a saint and stayed with us for 6 weeks after the after the accident but she had to return home to the farm and told us that at Christmas time we would have to come to the farm for another family holiday.

Amelia left a week after I woke because of work. She had been helpful as well. We also found out that Amelia was engaged.

Derek's other sisters took turns filling in for Amelia but I told them to go home because we were fine. We were a family and we could manage.

Molly had come and visited me after I woke up; she brought Laura and her son Ben to visit us.

Dad didn't come and visit me. After Susan's death 6 years ago he was placed in front of the TV with a bottle of Scotch. I didn't have much contact with him after I found out he was drinking himself to an early death. Lexie or Molly didn't have anything to do with him either.

Everyone else had managed to help in a way that was hard to explain. They just helped even if it was a hello or a smile. It made my recovery better.

The guy who crashed into us and shot up our house was arrested and sentenced with murder (another person), attempted murder, 6 people (including an unborn baby), attempted murder again to 4 people, endangerment of life, possession of illegal drugs and all the other offences he has committed.

They also found the nurse that had kept his file confidential and she was charged and was suspended having her medical license suspended.

Derek went to testify for our family and his statements had practically placed him in jail. Constable Banks had helped our family through everything that had happened and kept us safe. We would usually call to ask how we were all doing. He had become part of our family.