RPOV:
I cradled little Kaytlin in my arms and watched her chest rise and fall as she slept. Emmett led me outside the hospital and to our car, his strong arm protectively strung over my shoulders. I don't remember much of the car ride. All I remembered was the twinkling stars streaming past us and the baby – my baby – lying comfortably in my arms.
It was around about ten-thirty when we got home. Emmett and I put Kaytlin in her crib and went to bed. We were both so incredibly exhausted, but we talked anyway. I lay on Emmett's chest and he held me in his arms as we talked.
"I can't believe we're parents now." Emmett whispered. I smiled.
"I know." I whispered back. We didn't talk for a while until Emmett broke the comfortable silence.
"I was so worried about you. You were screaming your head off. I really didn't know what to do." Emmett whispered.
"Sorry. It hurt." I whispered. Emmett started chuckling. I wanted to sit up and look him in the eye, but I was too weak, so I just continued to lay there.
"What's so funny?" I asked quietly.
"Nothing, Rose." he chuckled.
We didn't talk to each other after that. We just lay there together, content, and wished that this wonderful moment could last forever. Life really did seem perfect in that beautiful moment. But of course, all good things must come to an end. After all, life has never really, truly, been perfect.
A/N: Hey guys! So, I wrote this story before, but my writing was horrible in it, so I decided to re-write it. Same storyline, just makes a bit more sense and has better writing in it. Thanks!
-SkellyBelly