Alright, I got the idea for this story by reading other Iron Man dad stories, but I put my own twists on it. I know the begining really doesn't sound like Tony much, I have tweaked it some to get it as close as possible.. but really, it wouldnt be interesting if Tony stood there emotionless, am I right? Haha. I appretiate feedback so feel free to give it. I will be posting a chapter a week so I have enough time to edit them and so I feel they are done with my best effort. :) I hope you enjoy! :) (Sorry for the cover picture, it looks like crap right now cuz I can't cut the image of little me on the mini laptop I have at my dads. When I go back to my moms I will fix it :) For now, that's the idea of it.)

~Tony's POV~

Today was the day Angel and I were going to finally have our little girl. Angel went into labor just 8 hours ago and now is the time. I can't help but be both nervous and a little excited, it's making me sick. I'm standing next to her holding her hand as she's pushing and I'm feeling a little dizzy. What can I say? It's my first kid!

When I finally hear a little cry, I smile to myself and look in the baby's direction, but as soon as I do, monitors start beeping and nurses are rushing around the room. I look back to Angel to see what is going on and she has passed out. I start to get anxious and demand answers. The only thing I am told is to step out of the room, and when I don't, I'm threatened to be carried out. I finally take one last look at the nurses tending to my baby girl and then the others rushing to my wife's side to help her, and step out of the room a little frustrated.

I sat in the waiting room for about an hour, with my face in my hands, before a doctor comes out to tell me the news. "Mr. Stark?" he says. I nod and look up at him. "We have some good news and bad news for you." he sighs and puts his hands in his scrub pockets. I sit back and continue to look at him. "The good news is that your daughter is healthy and can go home in about two days." He started.

"Alright, that's good. What about my wife?" I asked with slight worry in my voice. This wasn't normal for me at all.

"Well," The doctor shifted, uncomfortably. "Your wife suffered server hemorrhage after delivering your daughter and… we did everything we could to help her, but nothing could get her levels back to normal."

"Cut the crap." I mumble as tears fill my eyes and I replace my face in my hands. The doctor continues.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Stark, but your wife has passed." He says in a quieter tone. "Is there anything I can get you?" He asks as he watches me start to cry. I didn't like crying in front of people, it made me look weak, but Angel? She was the world to me, how can something like that just be taken away so quickly?

"No, just, please leave me alone…" I grumbled. He nodded understandingly and walked away.

After pacing the halls, crying, and mourning for 3 hours, I was back in my seat, staring at the wall in front of me. I couldn't really think at that point, my mind was blank. I heard footsteps that were getting closer to me and I turned my head to the side to see who it was. No surprise, it was a nurse. "Hello, Mr. Stark," She smiled weakly, not sure how to act in front of me right now. I did a small wave and she continued. "Would you like to see your daughter?" I sat up and rubbed my forehead.

"Yeah, of course." I agreed, than stood up. I wiped my face a little then followed her to the baby's ward.

The nurse led me to this hallway with a glass window. On the other side of the window, there were little beds set up in rows with pink and blue blankets on about every other one. Some of the beds were occupied, others were not. I stared inside the room through the window, quietly as I tried to determine which girl was mine, but I could not see the babies clearly. "If you will just wait here, I will get your daughter, Mr. Stark." The young nurse stated. I looked at her and nodded, and then she went inside. I was getting a little nervous, again. What if I drop her? What if she cries? What if she doesn't like me? What if I can't do this on my own? Wait, what am I talking about? I'm Tony Stark for crying out loud! I can do anything; I'm just not really good with other people. I watched as she went to the very back right corner of all the rows of beds and reached inside, pulling out a small infant wrapped in a pink blanket. My heart raced as I watched her bring her out into the hall. She smiled down at the baby, and then looked up at me. "Would you like to hold her?" the nurse asked. I looked at the infant a little worried, then subconsciously nodded, holding my arms out. I haven't held a baby before, they freaked me out, but this one, her, she was mine.

The nurse slowly placed the sleeping baby in my arms. "Now be very careful, Mr. Stark, she's sleeping." I looked down at the baby that was now in my arms and nodded with wide eyes. The nurse smiled at me, obviously seeing my nervousness. "She's beautiful." I looked up at her and she gave me another smile. I gave her a half smile in return, and then looked back at my daughter. "I'll give you two some alone time." She said before walking away. I looked up and opened my mouth, ready to stop her, but before I got out the word 'wait', she was gone.

I heard a little yawn and shifted my sight back to the infant. I cringed, what if she started crying once she saw me? She shifted slightly and blinked a couple times, looking up at me. "Uh, hi." I said, quietly. I paused, she blinked again. "Uh, I'm your dad." I smiled, weakly. She was cute. She had my dark hair and surprisingly my dark brown eyes, but she did have her mother's nose and mouth. She was the perfect mix of me and Angel. It amazed me.

I sat down in a chair nearby and talked to my little girl, telling her how cute she was and a bunch of different things. "You are amazing." I whispered to her. I rubbed her head gently, fixing her hair, or what hair she had. When I finished she yawned, again, and I rested my hand on her a little bit, making sure not to hurt her. I leaned down and kissed her forehead. The next thing I knew, I felt something touching my finger. I looked down to see that she wrapped her little hand around my finger. My heart melted. I never get like this, ever. But she is just so cute! I didn't even think that word was in my vocabulary, but I guess it is now. I took a picture and sent it to Pepper, my personal assistant.

"You're a natural." I heard and looked up. It was the young nurse, again. She was leaned against the wall with her arms crossed, watching me. I shrugged with a small smirk. She looked at the clipboard she had in her hands. "Uhm, Mr. Stark, we need to finish filling out her birth certificate, are you up for doing that now?" She then looked up at me.

"Sure." I shifted, fixing the position of my daughter in my arms.

"Alright," She looked at the chart, again. "What would you like her first name to be?" She asked. I glanced down at my baby. Angel and I were planning on naming her Jadelyn, so I will name her that for Angel.

"Jadelyn." I told her. She nodded and wrote it down.

"Middle name?"

"Angel." I replied, confidently. Originally, we were going to give Jadelyn the middle name Rose, but I think her middle name should be after her mother now. It fits nicely like Rose would have.

When the nurse finished asking me questions for the birth certificate, she went off to type the information in the computer and print the certificate. She informed me that they would have to leave the mothers signature spot empty, but it could be filled by a Step-Mother if there was ever one. It upset me that Angel wasn't going to ever see our little girl grow up or be a part of her life. It just doesn't seem fair to me.