Frank Moses wasn't a man who was easily scared.

He toppled governments and retired drug lords.

He looked death in the eye, poked it out, and kept it as a souvenir.

Nope, definitely not a man easily frightened.

But how something so small that it can fit in his hands wrapped in a pink blanket make him want to collapse in fear?

"Shall I name her or do you want to?" To scared that talking would disturb the sleeping angel frank simple noded his head as he turned to Sarah who was in her hospital bed.

"Angel. Angel Victoria Moses."