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3 Weeks Later | Fergal's POV

"Do you wanna help me make Mommy's breakfast?"

I asked Harper as she finished her breakfast.

"Yes!"

She smiled as I picked her up out of her high chair. Life was so good right now. It took a while for Pam to adjust to all of the things she couldn't do, but she's finally getting the hang of it.

Cass, Sami, and I had to switch Brooklyn and Pam and I's room since Pam had to use a wheelchair now and needed the downstairs room. Brooklyn was happy to switch so her Mom wouldn't have to be forced to try and make her way up the stairs.

When Pam realized she had to use a wheelchair, she was really upset at first. She felt like she couldn't do anything for herself. But now she's on track to walking again and she's finally happy.

"Let's go take this to Mommy."

I said to Harper as I placed Pam's food on the plate. We walked down the hall to Pam and I's room where I found her sitting on her phone.

"Mommy!"

Harper yelled as she jumped on the bed.

"Good morning, sweetie."

Pam said as she grabbed Harper and started kissing her cheek.

"I hope you're hungry. Harper wanted to make her Mommy breakfast."

I said as I handed her the plate.

"Well thank you guys."

Pam said with a smile. Seeing her so happy after everything that happened is everything to me. Pam could've easily fallen back into a depression, but she didn't. She's happy. I'm happy. We're all finally happy.