Author's Note: Lame title, I know, but I just had no idea of what to use for it! I hope you all enjoy this one - shot :)

A single tear scrolled down Jean's cheek when she was sat up in bed one evening, her back propped up with pillows as she held her newborn in the cradle of her arms and gazed down into her beautiful little face. She couldn't remember the last time she had felt so tired; the last time she had felt so sore, but she didn't care in the slightest. The happiness that she was feeling was far stronger than both those things put together.

When she and Lucien had left Ballarat to go on their four month long honeymoon a little under a year ago, neither one of them had expected her to fall pregnant while they were away. She had thought that she had been too old to conceive; that that chapter of her life had been behind her, but when the morning sickness had started and when her belly had started to swell, there had been no denying that she had been mistaken.

It had been clear to her from the start that - since she'd been an elderly primigravida - she would struggle more with this pregnancy than she had with either of her boys, and so she hadn't been too surprised to find that there had been days where she had done nothing but sleep due to how exhausted she had been; days where she had been physically unable to get out of bed due to the horrid ache in the lower half of her back.

Lucien had been so attentive over the course of her pregnancy though. He had been there to kneel beside her on the bathroom floor and draw warm circles into her back while she had thrown up into the toilet in the early hours of the morning, he had been there to make sure that she was comfortable at all times and - over the final few months of her pregnancy he had been there to give her incredible leg and foot massages.

He had been her rock, there was no doubt about that.

The feeling of tiny fingertips grazing her chin brought Jean back to the present, a tearful smile gracing her features before she dipped her head ever-so-slightly to press a kiss to the pads of her little girl's fingers. Easing one arm out from underneath her baby, she brought her hand to her face before stroking her cheek with the back of her index finger. 'My sweet Lynette.' She whispered, gazing into Lynette's deep blue eyes.

Her daughter was the spitting image of herself and - even though she had told herself that she had wanted her to look more like Lucien when she had been pregnant - she had to admit that she loved that about her. She stroked Lynette's palm with her finger before her heart fluttered when her daughter curled her fingers around it and squeezed, nothing but love for her in her eyes as she planted the warmest kiss on her temple.

The sound of the door creaking on its hinges as it opened grasped her attention as she drew back from her little girl, a delicate smile appearing on her lips when she turned her head in the direction of the door and watched her husband enter the room. She and Lucien held one another's gaze as he closed the door behind him, her love for him deepening when she saw him swallow nervously. 'Come here, love.' She patted the bed.

Her husband took slow steps towards the bed before lowering himself down into the space beside her, his breath trembling as he shifted backwards until his back came into contact with the headboard. Once Jean was sure that he was settled; once he had wrapped his arm around her, she peeled the fabric of her shawl away from their daughter's face. 'This, Lucien,' She whispered as she leaned against him, 'is your little girl.'

Lucien felt the steady gallop of his heart pick up as he took in the sight of the tiny baby in his wife's arms; of his daughter, his hand shaking as he reached out to feather a caress against her cheek. His perfect little girl snuffled at him when he smoothed his thumb across her skin, an emotional chuckle falling from his lips as he watched her snuggle further into her mother's warmth. She was the most beautiful baby he had ever seen.

Jean turned her head in his direction when he began to draw slow circles onto her arm, the deep pride that he held for her evident in his eyes when he leaned his forehead against hers. 'My darling girl.' He breathed, feeling a surge of love for her course through his veins when she smiled and nuzzled his nose with her own.

He had been stood out on the landing from the moment the doctor had arrived to the moment he had left, his stomach turning and his heart pounding every time one of Jean's screams or groans of pain had filtered out from beneath the bedroom door. She had done so well; had been so brave over the last three hours, and there weren't words to describe just how proud he was of her. 'How are you feeling?' He asked her quietly.

'Tired, sore, happy, relieved…' She whispered. 'I'm feeling so many different emotions at the moment.'

The two of them shared a chuckle.

'I am so proud of you.' He told her. 'You clever, clever girl.'

She watched his gaze fall to her lips before she smiled when he looked into her eyes again, a sigh escaping her when he leaned forward and gave her a delectable kiss, pouring as much tenderness into it as he could.

'Would you like to hold her?' She inquired once their kiss had reached a natural conclusion.

'I would.' He nodded. 'If that's alright.'

'Of course it is, you daft thing.' She rolled her eyes, giving him a gentle smirk.

She gave Lynette one final kiss on her hairline as she saw that she was drifting off in the cradle of her arms, shushing her as she whimpered when she started to ease her into Lucien's arms. It took Lucien seconds to get their daughter settled once more, Lynette rubbing her cheek against his chest through his nightshirt as she snuggled into him. 'She knows her Daddy already.' He felt Jean's lips graze his ear while she whispered.

Wrapping an arm around his beloved's shoulders he drew her close before burying a kiss in her hair, smiling as she rested her head on his shoulder and placed her hand on his knee. 'She's so beautiful, Jean.' He said, brushing his thumb against Lynette's leg as he revelled in her perfection. 'I swear to you that I'll be a better man for her.' He felt his wife tilt her head back on his shoulder, her eyes sparkling as she gazed up at him.

'And for me?' She asked, raising her brow.

'I'm already a better man because of you.' He brushed a simple kiss against her lips. 'I love you, Mrs. Blake.'

'I love you too, Doctor Blake.' She reassured him, settling in his arms.

The two of them then went back to gazing at their little girl who was now sleeping peacefully in her father's arms, her eyelashes fluttering against her cheeks as her steady breathing filled the silence of the bedroom.

The last nine months had been long and tiring; the two of them had argued more than they would have liked due to how exhausted they had been, but as they watched their daughter sleep they knew that she had been so worth it.

She had been so worth the wait.

Author's Note: Thank you all so much for reading and please review! :)