"Done," Jessie chokes quietly, taping a gauze pad over the wound. 
I face her and she helps me put my shirt back on. Moments later we stand up and she sways on her feet. I bring my hands to her waist to steady her balance. "Elli-," she says in a wavering whisper before passing out in my arms.
I lift her bridal style in my arms and Emma looks at her with concern before realization crosses her face. "She's..."
I nod as I carry her to the car. Her family was standing around outside, waiting and all look at her with concern. They start crowding around us and her Nana tucks hair from her face. "What's wrong with my granddaughter," she asks in a choked whisper. 
"The day your daughter was killed we found out she's pregnant," I choke quietly, scared she might lose the baby after what happened in the church. "I'm the father."
She smiles through her tears and I return it. "Are you coming back to my house with the others," she asks with a smile.
"I just have to pick my daughter from daycare," I say softly and she nods with understanding. 
"We can pick her up if you want," Maggie offers and I nod. "I'll grab her car seat."
"Is her mother in the picture," Jessie's grandmother asks curious. 
"She was killed in a car accident, two years ago. Our unborn child died with her," I choke quietly and she looks at me with sympathy. 
"I'm sorry to hear that," she says softly as I place Jessie in the front passenger seat and buckle her in.
"Thank you, having Jessie in our lives has taken the pain away. Macy already considers Jessie as her mother."
 
We arrive at Jessie's grandmother's house and I lay her in the den where it was quiet. I lay on the outside of the couch and speak to her stomach like the day we found out she was pregnant. I was asking our baby to hold on through this stressful day.
I didn't know I had an audience until her grandmother placed her hand on my shoulder and motions for me to follow her. I take off my suit jacket and cover her with it before following the older woman out of the den.
She takes me to a room that looked like a bar and pours us both a glass of aged whiskey. It's not something I usually drink, but I didn't want to be rude. "I watched you shield my granddaughter and great granddaughter in the church. You would risk your life for her," she asks in a choked whisper. 
"If it meant she and the baby lived, then yes, I would," I choke quietly, taking a drink of the offered whiskey as tears roll down my cheeks. "I should have been with her, she was on her way to check on the pregnancy, but if I had been there, I wouldn't have Jessie.
"My parents abandoned me when I was born, telling the woman who ran it they didn't want to have a freak for a child. As I got older, the woman running the orphanage took advantage of me while kids in school beat me on a daily basis. 
"Jessie is the second woman I've ever been with that accepted me. I was looking forward to meeting Alex to have someone to talk to, someone who understands what it's like to be different. I keep asking myself what I did wrong to deserve what I went through and if Macy or this baby will go through it because of me and what I am," I choke in broken sobs and cover my face in my hands.
Jessie 
I woke in my grandmother's den and could hear Elliott sobbing, but she wasn't in the room with me. I notice her suit jacket covering me and slip it on, breathing in her intoxicating scent of sandalwood. 
I go looking for her and find her with Nana in the barroom. Nana was looking at her in sympathy, not sure how to comfort her. I take her hands from her face and her eyes held such raw emotions. She shutters a calming breath as we held eye contact and I take her in my arms, climbing to straddle her lap.