Sage chuckled and then nodded reaching for their daughter happily. "Yeah," he noted softly, moving to cradle the little girl to his chest, though away from his stitches.

"Are you sure?" She asked, worry in her eyes. "Love, please don't lie and tell me it's okay if it's not..." She added after a long moment of watching his face for any hint of pain or hurt. She settled beside him, running her hand through his hair and humming to him

Sage shook his head softly and looking down at the little girl in his arms. "No, I'm ok," he promised. "I've missed holding her anyway," he added

Amira nodded, still watching him cautiously before kissing his cheek. Liz fell asleep and Amira got up to put her in her crib in her room. She walked back to Sage, a small and soft smile on her face as she settled beside him. "Eat, my love" She said softly

Sage just settled down against the headboard of the bed, leaning against Amira when she came in. "I will," he hummed. "I want to hold her for a while first."

Amira nodded, chewing her nail- something she never did -and watched him cautiously

Sage just peered down at the little girl, who had immediately curled up against his chest, and then held an arm out for Amira to join in. It had been a while since he'd had his whole family there with him like this.

Amira curled into him, beginning to cry. "I'm not fit to be a mom....I can't do this...."

Sage threw her a surprised look, but squeezed her gently. "Why would you say that," he asked gently. "You've been nothing but wonderful to both of us."

"You're hurt and I have to rush between you and Liz. You can't do anything to help and I can't get mad at Liz for being the baby she is." She said, crying now