Hey everyone! This is my new story called Elizabeth. I really hope you guys like it!

I'm sorry for not updating my other stories more, but I just…I know . : D

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"Shh, mommy's here. Mommy will take care of you, always."

I kissed Elizabeth's downy head gently and laid her back down in her crib while I sung softly to her.

I sung my lullaby to her; it calmed not only Elizabeth, but also me. After all this time, It still gave me a serene feeling every time I heard it.

Elizabeth cooed delicately, while drool came spilling out of her little mouth. She reached her hands out to me, wanting to be held.

"No dear, you need to sleep. Aren't you tired at all? Mommy here could just die from exhaustion. No? Fine."

I picked the plump little girl out of the crib and started to rock her tenderly. For a couple minutes, all I could do was stare, stare at the girl that was my daughter.

I watched the pink eyelids start to slowly droop and close, finally letting me know she had fallen asleep.

The dark, hazel hair, the slightly pointed noise and brown eyes always reminded me that this child was not his. And yet, I still loved her and would die for her if need be. I slowly moved towards the corner of the room where the rocking chair sat and sat down, still holding Elizabeth.

I turned on the lamp next to the chair and looked around the light green room. The ebony striped wallpaper circling the room was the central design to all the furniture in Elizabeth's room. Her oak crib contained an array of frog stuffed animals and white polka dotted pillows.

Everything in Elizabeth's room was traditional, except for the very rocking chair I was sitting on now. It was shaped as a crescent moon and was actually very modern.

Holding Elizabeth brought back so many memories, painful and happy.

Flashback

"Push, push Bella! One more time, you're doing so great! Come on, Bella, we know you have it in you!" My best friend, Susan, was calling out.

If I weren't in so much pain, I would've been laughing at the situation.

Susan had given me a metal spatula to hold since she didn't want me to break her nails during labor.

I had so far gone through three spatulas, two Elmer's glue bottles, and eighteen hours of labor.

I felt as if I were being turned inside out while there was a raging fire going on. Well, either that or having to sit through a whole day of that Disney Channel show Hannah Montana.

"Aahhhhhhhhhhhghghhhhhhhghhhh!" My screech filled the room, just as a wailing cry echoed.

I sagged as the pain finally stopped and I could breathe again. The sweat rolling down my head was gently wiped off and I distinctly heard if I would like to hold my daughter.

The tears were gathering in my eyes as I looked at my beautiful baby girl.

I instantly knew, Elizabeth. I would name her Elizabeth.

"Elizabeth," I whispered.

Perfect.

End Flashback

I was startled at Elizabeth twisted in my arms and then settled back down.

Even after a year, even after all that pain, even after all that hysteria and sleepless nights, she was still perfect.

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