Neal smiled brightly at the pair of them, his eyes wide and proud as he looked down at his family. He lightly kissed Emma’s forehead again, unable to stop touching her or showing her small bit of affection. "He’s beautiful, like his mother." His voice was raspy and tight.

He’d always dreamed of a family and now he had one; one that he was going to protect no matter what happened. He loved them both with every last part of himself.

"Did you decide on a name?" They didn’t have family to name him after and there were so many names that were unpleasant. They’d talked about it a few times and narrowed the list down to three names: James, Michael and Henry.