Her baby's cry awoke her from her much desired sleep. Bags clung to her eyes and she felt sleep exhaustion would overtake her. Any minute now and I'm going to be on the floor. But it's Edie's fault and she's well aware of that fact. She is too prideful to ask for help. Even when help knocked on the door every so often. Jet would have to burst through the doors and have to force himself in the room to help with little Jaxon before Edie would just give in and pass out.

Yes, Edie had a boy. Shortly after being rescued from the grips of Felix and being freed of him and La Puerta forever, Edie went into labor. A rough five hour labor that was even harder, given the fact that Spike was in a neighboring surgical suite, being operated on. She knew he was going to pull through but she found herself, once again, undeniably terrified. All the books in the world, all the lamaze classes in the world couldn't have prepared her for that moment. A whirlwind of emotions flowed through her. Edie began to question everything and herself. And just as she felt each increasing contraction, she wanted to runaway from everything she had built for herself. Edie harbors down and every ounce of her begs to push but doctors say not yet. She bears down to the bed for some sort of comfort and squeezes her eyes, wishing for it to all to go away. Then she feels it. She feels someone take ahold of her hand and softly graze against it. One of her eyes peek out and she sees him.

"Spike," Edie huffs, sweat building at her brow. "Spike... I'm scared."

He's banged up, but at this point, it seemed to be the normal Spike appearance. "I'm here."

It's all he says, but it's enough for her. She clings to his hold as her labor ensues and he stays there with her through it all. They name their child together, they take turns holding him, and for a minute, Edie feels like they are duo. As if they are a team. A family. But just as that minute flies, the feeling fleets away with it. They return home and between them, it's like nothing has changed. Nothing's different. The same old song and dance.

So Edie doesn't bother asking Spike for a thing. And just as before, he continues to ignore her and avoid her, disappearing into the night. But for some odd reason this night is different. Tonight, it's not Jet knocking down her door, it's Spike. His knocks are soft and quiet, but nonetheless Edie hears them. Her eyes remain at the door but does not move a muscle. She sits idly and waits, waits for him to leave. Yet, the knocks persist. Edie gradually walks to the door, presses the latch, and silently stands there. His head is down and his eyes are hidden. They both stand there quietly, letting time bide by. Seconds into minutes, minutes to what seemed like hours. Jaxon breaks their silence by cooing and thrashing about. Edie leaves the open door to attend to Jaxon, hovering over his crib to admire him. She feels a presence loom over her and turns her head aside to see Spike behind her, watching over their baby.

"Can I hold him?" He finally speaks, his voice very placid and almost to a whisper. Edie doesn't respond, but rather moves herself away from the crib and peers intently as he reaches out for Jaxon. He cradles the small baby within his arms. Jaxon looks up at Spike and grins, cooing contentedly in his father's embrace. Spike then begins to gently rock the infant as it slowly drifts to sleep.

"I'm sorry… I'm sorry I haven't been here to help with Jaxon. I was… scared."

Edie's eyes attempt to meet his, but his are solely focused on the baby. Spike remains silent.

Hence Edie inches herself towards him, positioning herself behind him. She extends her arms and grasps Spike's back, clinging to him much like she did when she was in labor. Spike's spine stiffens for a second but then relaxes. They endure, unmoved, as time ticks by. Spike then maneuvers Jaxon to fit him snugly against his right forearm before turning towards Edie. She raises her head to look up to him, tears gathering at the edges of her lower eyelids, and this time, his eyes meets hers. Using his left arm, he brings her into his embrace and holds her. She rests her head against his body, continuously tightening her grip. In response, Spike clutches onto her even tighter, not letting her go.

"A star will fall from the sky and in its place, a bright, new star is born. Your eye will no longer see the past, Swimming Bird, but look to the future."

"Your dying star will shine brightly."