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Outtakes from my story We Are Broken. If you haven't read it pop over to my profile and check it out. xx

I had a lot of request for the birth of baby Whitlock, Norla wanted to see Jasper freaking out, and seeing as how I had this partly written as a possible epilogue I thought I'd upload it.

The miracle of birth.

Jasper's pov

I hated this.

I really fucking hated this.

I was never going near her again.

Ok fuck that, but I was getting a vasectomy first thing tomorrow, because this was not happening again!

Alice was in pain, and there wasn't a damn thing I could do about it.

All those fucking classes we'd been to, all the deep breathing they teach you doesn't fucking work!

She let out another little whimper that punched through my heart.

"I'm sorry." I mumbled like the useless fucker I was.

She smiled up at me "It's ok Jazz." she assured, her voice was weak from exhaustion.

The contractions had started around seven hours ago, and according to the nurse who'd just been in, Alice still had a way to go.

She continued taking measured breaths as I dragged my fingers through my already dishrivelled hair.

Alice looked back at me giving another little smile and held her hand out to me which I took gentle hold of.

"Calm down Jazz." she said, her thumb running up and down one finger soothingly.

I almost managed it, but then she winced biting back a moan of pain as her fingers tightened around mine.

Weren't there drugs or something they could give her?

I already knew the answer. Yes, but Alice had refused wanting a 'natural' birth.

Well I'm sorry but there was nothing fucking natural about her being in this much pain!

"We are not doing this again." I muttered.

Alice managed a giggle "From where I'm sitting you're not really doing much!" she teased.

My face fell, she had a point there. I was the one responsible for her being in this state and there was nothing I could do to help.

"Jasper, I am not the first women to give birth, and I wont be the last.

Her fingers tightened around mine as another contraction hit.

"Besides, it's not that bad." she managed to get out through clenched teeth.

I raised a disbelieving eyebrow at her.

"Ok, so it hurts, but it will be worth it when I get to hold her." she smiled up at me "Just focus on that part."

Sure that would help!

Forget my wife is in agonising pain and think about the baby about to enter the world completely one hundred percent dependant on me.

"I think I'm gonna be sick." I mumbled making Alice giggle.

How the hell she could find anything funny when she was about to push something the size of a watermelon….

Yeah not thinking about that.

Now I really did feel sick.

"Jazz sit down, you don't look too good." Alice insisted.

I collapsed onto the uncomfortable plastic chair next to her bed. Keeping Alice's hand clasped between both of mine looking up to where her other hand rested on her swollen belly that was about to become an actual little person.

This was a lot less scary when it was just a bump!

"How can you be so calm?" I asked Alice in disbelief as she took some deep breaths.

"Because if I'm not it upsets the baby, then we get complications." she stated matter of factly keeping her eyes on the wall.

Great, the one thing I could actually do to help is stay calm to help Alice keep calm, and I couldn't even manage that!

"We still haven't chosen a name." I said in an attempt to distract myself.

Alice chewed her lip thoughtfully "I know. I don't really want to name her until I see her. If we choose one it might not suit her."

I didn't really understand that but conceded to Alice's wishes. Like always.

Looking down at our hands I slowly stroked the top of hers.

"It's going to be fine Jazz." she murmured softly.

Sure it was going to be fine. Five more hours past and all that happened was things got a lot worse.

The contractions became more frequent and all too soon the dreaded word 'push' came into play.

My resolve to get a vasectomy strengthened with Alice's pain.

Her hair was plastered to her head as sweat dripped off her as she continued to try and bring our daughter into the world.

"You're doing really good Mini." I said, trying to sound reassuring "Just focus on holding her."

"Jazz." she panted "I know you're trying to help, but please shut up!"

I immediately clamped my mouth shut, just keeping hold of her hand so she could inflict a tiny fraction of the pain she was feeling onto me.

"You're doing really well Alice. Just one more." the doctor said from his position between her legs.

I frowned in annoyance.

Wrong time to be getting jealous Jazz!

Alice whined.

I opened my mouth but closed it again immediately when Alice gave me a look just daring me to speak as the doctor told her to get ready.

My hand was numb by this point as she squeezed even tighter.

She screamed out before collapsing back onto the bed with a sob and I honestly thought nothing in the world would be worth her going through this when a high pitched whining came form the doctors arms.

Alice's head snapped up and I saw her frown in annoyance as a flurry of nurses blocked our view from the thing making noise.

That thing is your child Jasper!

Alice's annoyance was quickly turning to desperation as her eyes flickered over the hospital staff trying to locate our baby.

"Jazz." she murmured squeezing my hand.

I stood up trying to see "It's ok, they're just cleaning her up."

The baby let out a particularly loud scream and Alice whimpered. I was pretty sure she was about to get up and fight her way through when a nurse turned holding something wrapped in a pink blanket.

Not something Jasper, you're fucking baby!

Ok sorry.

"Here we go." the nurse said smiling as Alice thrust her arms out to take the baby.

I flexed my fingers as blood flowed back to my hand.

"She's fine, all ten fingers and toes, her lungs are working well and she has a healthy weight of 8lbs 4oz."

Alice clearly wasn't listening to a word she was saying as she took our daughter in her arms a smile of pure unconditional love on her face as she gazed down at her.

I leant in placing a kiss to Alice's head as I looked down at our daughter.

"She's perfect." I whispered.

Her eyes were scrunched shut, but she seemed calm as Alice held her.

"She's got your nose." I said smiling.

Alice turned to smile up at me, tears shining in her eyes. I kissed her feeling my own eyes welling up.

"I love you Alice."

I gazed back at our daughter's tiny pink face and felt a fierce love and protectiveness well up in me. I chuckled a little, suddenly understanding exactly why Emmett had punched me and thrown me out of the house all those years ago. My eyes narrowed a little, heaven help any boy that came near her!

"So what's her name then?" I asked with a smile.

Alice glanced up at me he bottom lip between her teeth "I kinda like Molly." she said quietly.

"Molly. Molly Whitlock." I tried it out.

As if on cue she opened her eyes to look up at me and I felt a lump in my throat obstructing any other words. All I could do was nod as her eyes moved on to Alice instead.

"Molly Abigail Whitlock, born 7:25Pm, June 14th 2018, weighing in at 8lbs 4oz." I announced to our gathered family and friends waiting for news.

My mum squealed happily throwing her arms around me.

I stumbled a little felling completely worn out, both Alice and Molly were fast asleep and I wasn't far from joining them.

"Way to go mate." Emmett smiled clapping me on the back.

I chuckled "Trust me Em, I did absolutely nothing."

That made him laugh until Rosalie spoke up "Yeah Emmett was a bit useless during the births as well."

He scowled at his wife "Yeah, well we should be heading home, the babysitters only booked till nine. Is Ali ok?"

I nodded "Yeah just tired, which is to be expected." I stifled a yawn making Emmett laugh again.

"You sure you weren't the one giving birth?" he teased.

I scowled at him.

"Ok, well we'll come by again tomorrow so I can actually meet my niece." he gave me a little glare "Take care of them both."

"I will." I swore "See you later Em."

Rosalie gave me a hug before they both left.

"Do you need a lift home?" my mum asked coming to give me another hug "You don't look awake enough to drive."

I smiled sleepily but shook my head "No, but thanks. There's a perfectly good chair in Alice's room I can sleep on tonight."

She gave me a small smile "alright, well we'll come by tomorrow then, so I can finally meet my granddaughter."

"Thanks mum." I said with another yawn.

Once everyone had left I headed back to my girls, who were both still sound asleep.

I went to look at Molly, barely daring to breath as I leant over the clear plastic crib.

She really was perfect, Alice insisted she looked like me, but to me she was like a mini replica of Alice.

A mini Mini. I thought with a small laugh.

I turned around as Alice shifted restlessly in her sleep. Moving over to her I kissed her head "I love you." I murmured.

Her hand found mine and she mumbled incoherently in her sleep.

I shifted the chair closer to her bed so I could keep hold of her hand and settled down in my make shift bed for the night and closed my eyes with a sigh of contentment.

Alice was right, it was going to be fine.

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