Oliver and Skylar had started cleaning my nephew as he slightly squirmed in their arms along with wheezing a little. While the married pair grabbed clean gloves, I scanned him with my bionics and put the diagnostics on the screen.
"Alright, he seems mostly fine, surprisingly. His lungs are slightly underdeveloped, but in two to three weeks, he should be fine. We just can't let him get sick." I told them, handing them masks while sliding one over my own nose and mouth before picking up the baby and putting him on the scale.
"3 pounds, seventeen ounces." I picked him up while Oliver slid a diaper on him and Skylar started measuring him.
After she finished, I connected the monitors to his chest and stomach, taped a nasal cannula to his face to keep him from pulling it off, connected him to a central line and put him in a germ free incubator as I told Skylar to watch him while I told Bree and Kaz.
Bree's POV.
Kaz had his arm wrapped around me while I held my baby bump, begging for a miracle to save my son when my brother walked in there.
"How is he?"
"He's gonna be fine. His lungs are slightly underdeveloped, but give him two-three weeks, and he'll look exactly like a newborn." Chase told us as my heart skipped a beat.
"Can we see him?" Kaz asked as Chase nodded before handing us two pairs of gloves and two masks.
"We can't risk getting him sick, so this is just precautionary."
We nodded as I slipped the mask on and the gloves while Kaz helped me out of the bed, and I felt a dull pain, but was able to walk to where our baby was, and the sight of him almost made me cry.
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I smiled at him as he turned his head towards us.
"So, name. I know we've been going back and forth with Ethan and Elijah but, we need to choose." Kaz wrapped his arm around me as I turned towards him.
"Elijah Logan."
Kaz smiled as he pulled me closer.
"Welcome to the world, Elijah."
Jesselyn's POV.
Ryder, Jacob and Isabel were all napping when Chase came upstairs and pulled out his laptop, working on more legal forms.
"So, how's the baby?" I asked, trying to subtlety scoot closer to him, as my heart fluttered.
"Elijah is gonna be OK, thank goodness."
I nodded as I leaned on my side.
"And how's this adoption process going?" I asked as he looked at me.
"I'm done. I'm now on a waiting list with five people ahead of me, and soon Britney will have a sibling."
"You know, it's really sweet to see how much you care about her." I told him as he smiled.
"She's the light of my world. And nothing can ever replace my love for her. Um, you're a bit close."
"Sorry." I told him, scooting a little bit away just as Britney came over.
"Daddy? Can I play gui-guit-...what's the word?"
"For what?"
"The stringy thing that you play."
"Guitar?"
She nodded before asking.
"Can you teach me?"
"I'm trying to talk to Jesselyn."
Britney stormed off as Chase sighed.
"Is everything OK?"
"Yeah, she's just not used to sharing my attention."
"Does she even know about the adoption?" I asked as he shook his head just as my brother came upstairs.
"Jessie, can I talk to you?"
Chase got up while Oliver took his spot.
"You know you can't date him. Or anyone."
"Why? You didn't care for the last sixteen years of my life, why do you care now?" I asked, crossing my arms.
