"May I hold one of them?" he asked.
"Sure," Rita smiled, gesturing to the nearby crib.
Isaac gently lifted one out and checked the band briefly.
"So, this is Billy. I guess he's Joel."
"Of course," Taylor grinned.
Isaac looked down at the little baby and a smile crossed his face.
"I remember when Audrey and Zeke were this small," he sighed, and then a frown crossed his face.
"Ike?" Taylor asked.
"I... I was just thinking... we're all idiots."
"Interesting thought."
"How are we idiots?" Rita giggled.
"Because we're all saying things like 'if Babsie was going to die, she would have done it when she was attacked' or 'it would be in her character to do this' and we're all forgetting something really important!"
"What's that?" Rita asked quietly.
"Babsie loves life," he replied, gesturing his head towards the babies. "She loves life a lot. She's not even considering dying right now. She's fighting to live."
"And I have never known Babsie to lose a fight," Taylor smiled.
"Nor I," Rita agreed.
"Remember when she beat up Eminem?"
"And she was pregnant at the time too," Rita giggled. "Oh, Ike, you're absolutely right. We're all coming up with these complex theories and yet we've forgotten the simplest one!"
"Exactly!" Isaac replied, a couple of tears moistening his eyes.
"How long has it been now?" Taylor asked softly.
"About three years."
"I... I thought it had been something like that."
Isaac gently put Billy back in his crib.
"She's going to wake up, Ike. And I'm not even thinking of her winning streak, either. She's going to wake up."
"Yeah," Isaac nodded. "And now I'm going to go home and cheer her on."
"Throw in some encouragement from me too," Rita smiled.
"Will do. See you guys later."