"How's she doing?" Elliot asks as we walk into the hospital.

I left Izzy with Maisy so I could go and get some new clothes, and then a long-needed shower. Having your new-born pee up your shirt is not a good smell. I couldn’t even be mad because Jake looked so peaceful as he peed on me. I’ve learned a lesson from yesterday, always put the nappy on quickly.

"All good. They want to keep her in a few days, but she is up and about now. She is struggling to keep food down, but they said that's normal." I glance at my brother, wondering if now is the best time to tell him about Allie.

"Look, bro, I’ve got to tell you something," I say and stop him with my hand in the middle of some empty corridor in the hospital.

"What?" he asks, looking confused.

"Allie doesn't know about her dad. I'm sure of it. Tristan lied to you about her. I think he knew back then how you felt about her, and he clearly knew what our father was doing. I think he was just protecting her from you," I tell him.

Elliot takes a step back from me. Neither of us say anything as he processes what I have told him.

"You sure?" he asks finally, wearing an indescribable expression.

"Yeah, I'm sure, bro," I say, keeping eye contact.

"Thanks for telling me," Elliot says, before walking on like I hadn't said anything. I know it's something he has to work out on his own. He won't want to talk about it yet. 

"I have another thing to ask," I say, grinning when he laughs.

"What now?" He still is laughing as we walk toward the maternity suite. 

"Be my best man?" I ask a little nervously.

"Sure." He pats my shoulder, before shaking his head laughing. 

"What's funny?" I question him.

"How much you've changed in a few months. I like it." He tells me.

I grin at him as we are let into the maternity ward. 

As I walk into the room, I drop my bag on the floor. Elena is holding a knife to Maisy’s throat, while Maisy looks terrified. My baby is crying, and Izzy is nowhere to be seen. 

"Elena," I say gently, walking into the room.

I haven’t seen her in weeks, and I stupidly thought she had moved past her obsession with me. It’s clear from her messy hair and worn out clothes that she hasn’t been looking after herself. Her hand is shaking as she holds the knife, her other hand is in Maisy’s hair, holding her neck in place.

I hear Elliot stop outside the room, not coming inside but staying close. I know he must have heard what I said, and he knows anything Elena is doing here isn’t good.

"Seb, baby, I said I would fix things." Elena looks at me, grinning.

She looks worse than I've ever seen her. Her hair is all over the place, and I can smell her from here. She must be drunk. Looking at the red marks on her arms, I realize she might be high too. I know I need to be careful because the dagger looks very sharp, and I can’t lose Maisy.

"Okay, Elena, you and I can leave. I won't see them again," I tell her, holding up my hands as I take a step closer into the room. I’m hoping I can get her to come with me. I can’t look at Maisy when I hear her whimper. Elena shakes her head frantically and pulls Maisy’s hair, exposing more of her neck.

"No, I have to end her. She has always ruined everything. Arthur told me how to get you to myself. I planned to make you mine, and she ruined it!" she screams, it echoes around the room. Jake screams louder, clearly picking up on our distress. I grit my teeth to stop from going to him.

"Ruined what?" Maisy asks. I shake my head at her. Elena stares down at her as she speaks, giving me a chance to move a little closer.

"I drugged him at that party and kissed him when I knew you were near. I sent the messages to make you leave him alone. Arthur paid your mother to take you away so he would be mine!" she growls the last words into Maisy’s face, looking crazier than ever.

I should have known something was up when I saw her with Arthur the first time. It doesn't surprise me that he used this poor girl to mess with me. I have to admit, it worked for a while. I fought harder, lost myself in his cage with girls and with alcohol.

"Why?" I ask, wondering why Arthur would help her so much. He could have chosen any girl, not some random teenager.

"He's my uncle. He promised I could have you. He said he owns you, so he needed you in the family. He told me to get pregnant, but I don’t want that. This baby will do." She shrugs off my question with an answer that makes little sense. I’m glad I always wore protection with her. I wonder if Tristan and Allie know Elena is their cousin.

"Let's go then. Just me and you," I tell her, taking another step into the room, holding my hand out to her. I don't look at Maisy because I can’t risk Elena seeing my expression.

"No, she needs to die." Elena pushes the knife into Maisy’s neck a little, causing her to bleed.

I rush forward, pulling Elena to the ground with me, and try to grab the knife from her. She ends up cutting my arm in the struggle, but I eventually get the knife off her as Maisy screams at us. I throw it away, holding Elena on the floor. Elliot and Izzy rush into the room. 

"I got her," Elliot says, taking over and holding Elena down while she screams.

Izzy is holding Jake as I get to my feet, and she looks terrified as she calms Jake by rocking him. A few midwives rush into the room, looking beyond shocked at the situation.

"Take him out of this room," I tell Izzy gently, rushing to a shocked Maisy, who's holding her neck.

Doctors rush into the room, talking about sedating Elena and saying that the police are on the way. 

"I got you," I say as I pull Maisy into my lap in the bed. Elena’s screams die down as she is injected with something, and Elliot lets her go. 

"What the hell?" Allie asks, coming into the room. 

"No one’s allowed in here, go and put the ward on lock down. Only the police or family are allowed in here. Let the other mothers know to stay in their rooms," voices say around the room.

A doctor is standing by the door, stopping Allie from coming closer.

"I swear I’ll go crazy on all your asses if you don't let me see my girl." She glares at the doctor, who swiftly moves. 

"Maisy, you okay?" Allie asks, going to stroke Maisy’s cheek. 

Allie glances at Elena passed out on the floor and Elliot who is holding the knife, putting it on the side table.

"Yeah, I think so. I want to see my son," she says, and I pull her hand away from her neck.

Thankfully, the cut isn’t bad, and I clean it up with some wipes. When it stops bleeding, I pick her up and walk out of the room, ignoring the midwife’s protests. I find Izzy pacing the waiting room and holding Jake, who is fast asleep in her arms.

"Oh my god, are you okay?" she says loudly, waking up a now screaming Jake. 

Maisy nudges me to put her down, and she takes Jake from Izzy, giving him a kiss and swaying him from side to side. 

"I'm so sorry, Maisy." I look down at her holding Jake as I wrap an arm around her shoulder and lead her to a seat. She sits down carefully, with a slight wince at the pain from her stomach, I think.

"It's not your fault. You saved us both, Sebby." She smiles up at me, and I take the chance to give her a hungry kiss.

"Hey, none of that or there will be another one on the way," Allie says from next to me as she sits in a chair. We all laugh, and it helps with the tension.

The next few hours are filled with us giving statements. Maisy finally gives me Jake so she can have the cut on her neck looked at, but they say it doesn’t need any stitches. My arm, on the other hand, needs five stitches, which I make the nurse hurry up, as I don't want to be away from Maisy.

I'm sitting, watching her sleep, while Jake is snoozing in my arms. I can't believe I came so close to losing her again. I know there are tears running down my face as I look at the woman I will spend the rest of my life with. I plan on telling her I love her every day. She deserves more than me, but I'm too selfish to ever walk away from her. I kiss my son, gently pushing his black hair out of his face. He is so perfect, and I can't wait to take them both home.