Both Miles and Danny looked up as Kyle came out with a tiny bundle. He smiled at them. "Charlotte is resting comfortably," he assured. "And Miles, I'd like to present you with your new baby girl."

Miles' face took on a look of wonder as the baby was passed to him. The tiny human being in his arms looked so fragile. Miles found himself looking into his own eyes as she looked at him in wonder. "Hey, sweetie," he murmured. He looked back to Kyle and cleared his throat. "What's her name?"

Kyle shrugged. "Charlotte didn't want to say until you gave your approval."

"Can I see her?"

"Certainly. Go right on in."

Miles eased into the other room where Charlie was lying exhausted on the examining bed. Marta was by her side but soon left with a smile when she noticed Miles in the doorway. Charlie followed the other girl with her eyes until her gaze landed on Miles. "Hey," she smiled.

"Hey," Miles greeted.

"Come over here. I'm too tired to sit up much."

Miles smiled slightly. "Yeah, well, you did just push a six pound human being from inside you."

Charlie wrinkled her nose as he settled beside her. "That is probably the grossest way you could have said that."

"What did you expect hearts and flowers?"

"Be nice. You're holding our daughter."

Miles smiled down at the bundle in his arms. "Yes, I am," he agreed.

Charlie gently butted his arm. "Careful. Keep looking at her like that and people will think you have feelings."

"Wouldn't want that to happen," Miles mumbled distractedly. He was too busy watching his daughter yawn.

"Would you two like a room?" Charlie teased.

Miles leaned over to press a kiss to her hair. "Don't be jealous. I love you too, you know."

"I know." Charlie held her arms out. "Can I hold her?"

Miles reverently passed his little girl to her mother. He couldn't believe how Charlie lit up when she looked at the little girl wrapped in blankets. Miles was pretty sure he had never seen anything so beautiful in his life. Miles cleared his throat. "She needs a name."

"I know. But I wanted you to be the first person to hear it."

Miles couldn't help smiling at that one. He hid the expression by burying his nose her hair and kissing her head again. "What's her name?" he asked when he was back to normal.

"Margret Annabelle Matheson."

Miles reached out to stroke his daughter's cheek. She made a grab for his finger but missed. Both parents laughed. "Margret Annabelle Matheson," he repeated. "I like it. Hello, Maggie."

"Maggie Matheson," Charlie nodded. "God, Miles, she's going to grow up to be great."

"Course she is. She's your daughter."

Charlie grinned at him. "She's yours too. She even looks like you, see?" She kissed her daughter's forehead. "Little Maggie Matheson. You're going to be great you know that? You're going to do wonderful things."

"You should sleep," Miles told her quietly. "Don't' think we'll get much when we get her home."

"And miss a second of her wrapping you around her little finger?"

Miles chuckled. "You can watch that for the next eighteen years. Right now you need sleep."

"Alright," Charlie slurred, already headed for sleep. "Jus' fer a lil while."

Miles watched fondly as she slipped into much needed sleep. On her chest Maggie cooed and waved her arms. Miles slipped a finger into her hand and let her squeeze. "Oh Maggie," he sighed. "You know, I've done some horrible shit in my life. Stuff I'll probably regret forever. But if all of it was just leading up to this moment? I don't' think I'd change a single thing." Maggie giggled. "You have no idea the things your mom and I went through to get to this moment. And I'll make sure you never do." Miles leaned over to kiss her forehead. "I promise you will never want for anything while I live," he whispered, touching his forehead to hers. "I will always protect you, Maggie. We're family."

A/N: I was having a crappy day so you get fluff. YOu're welcome