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"Mrs. Potter, I need you to PUSH!" the medi-witch yelled. Lily could hardly hear her over the sound of her own screaming of course, but she understood enough to just give one last mighty push.

Still not over.

"JAMES YOU BASTARD! THIS WAS NEVER PART OF THE PLAN! I MAY NEVER FORGIVE YOU FOR THIS, POTTER!" she screeched in her husbands face. Lily's face was redder than her hair, her entire head seeming as if it had gone up in flame.

And James's face was as pale as Nearly Headless Nick, contrasting quite brilliantly with his unruly black hair that he could already see he had passed on to his child.

"Honey," he tried to reason desperately. "We agreed it was time to have children! Remember, you were ECSTATIC when you found out you were pregnant! And think, just yesterday you were complaining that the baby wasn't coming fast enough! Now here it is!"

James's desperate attempts at soothing his wife were futile.

"Yes I do remember that. And it's STILL NOT COMING FAST ENOUGH! NOW GET IT OUT OF ME OR I MAY JUST DIE. AND I'M TAKING YOU DOWN WITH ME!"

"Mrs. Potter, please one more big push and it will be over!" the Medi-witch pleaded (James's vaguely remembered her name being Erma). She had heard couples yelling like this during her training, but being the one under the stress was really quite frightening. And she had heard a lot about this couple. Lily and James Potter. With a bit more training, apparently these two could rank right up there with Dumbledore. And they were about a sixth his age.

She was handling their child.

That thought alone gave her the creeps. Imagine what her powers would be like!

Wait. Her. She knows it's a HER. IT WAS OVER. Immediately she noticed the screaming had stopped and turned to low pants.

She was holding little baby Potter-Evans in her hands.

"Mrs. Potter. Would you like to hold your baby girl?" Erma beamed.

Tears rolled down Lily's eyes as she nodded frantically.

"Yes! Yes please, give me my baby." The nurse wrapped the small pink hunk of flesh in a small pink blanket and handed her to her mother.

Lily gazed at her face, looking at her own bright green eyes and a mess of James's black mop. Her lips lit up in a great big grin as her gaze averted to James. He stared in shock, a look of wonder and enthrallment alight in his face. He looked at her like he had just seen God for the first time, and God was a little girl.

His baby girl. And he was absolutely wrapped around her little fingers.

Lily felt no jealousy that his love was now split two ways.

Hers was too.

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Dorea was pacing frantically up and down the waiting room.

"Ma'am, would you please sit down, your making everyone else very nervous," the receptionist asked quietly. She knew who this was and she did not want to upset her.

Dorea Potter nee Black.

"No, I will NOT sit down!" she snapped. "My son is in there with my daughter in law who is giving birth to their first child. I'm going to be a GRANDMOTHER. And I CAN'T WAIT! Which is the problem. I CAN'T WAIT and yet here I am, WAITING. And I swear to Merlin, pacing makes the time go by faster so PACE I WILL!" she told the now cowering woman, a manic gleam in her eye. The receptionist nodded dumbly and turned back to her paper work.

Dorea sighed and wondered what was taking them so long. Were there complications? Was it a still birth? She didn't think anybodies heart could take that.

"Dorea! Really!" Sirius shouted. The black haired man occupied the chair closest to the room holding two of his best friends, and he sat anxiously on the edge of his chair awaiting the arrival of his new honorary nephew or niece. But he somehow knew everything was fine. "Everything will be fine. If something was going wrong then James's would have come out and told us!" he reasoned.

"But what if something DID happen and James didn't want to leave her side, and there's blood everywhere, and the baby is dead and they are desperately trying to save Lily's life!" she shot back frantically.

"Dorea, if that were the case, they would have had a Healer come out and tell us. They know we are here. I'm sure they wouldn't leave us like this if something went wrong," Remus told her, walking up and putting a comforting hand on her shoulder. Dorea smiled at the two boys she had become to fond of over the past nine years.

"Well, I just want a sign that it's fine," she told the boys wearily. They nodded in understanding.

"JAMES YOU BASTARD! THIS WAS NEVER PART OF THE PLAN! I MAY NEVER FORGIVE YOU FOR THIS, POTTER!"

She sighed again, this time in relief. Everything was going well. The boys on the other hand, were wincing in pity for their best mate.

Once more the heated yell of Lily tore through the hospital.

"STILL NOT COMING FAST ENOUGH! NOW GET IT OUT OF ME OR I MAY JUST DIE. AND I'M TAKING YOU DOWN WITH ME!"

Dorea chuckled. Yes everything was going just fine.

After a few moments of silence, James burst out of the room Lily was in with a glow that had never been there before. It was different from the glow that was there when he stood at the alter with Lily, or the glow he got whenever he looked at her. This wasn't the glow of a man in love with his wife. This was the glow of a man in love with his child.

"IT'S A GIRL!" he shouted, tears pouring down his face. Dorea smiled. She should have known.

It was the glow of a man in love with his daughter.

Dorea rushed forward and enveloped her only son, her pride and joy, in her arms. Sirius and Remus quickly joined, and were surprised to find tears in their eyes as well. They had a niece. A perfect niece.

"James, I can tell right now. You're going to spoil her rotten until she actually believes she's a princess," Dorea whispered in James's ear. James gave her a giddy smile.

"But knowing my luck she'll have just enough Lily in her to remind her that she's not and will never notice she's better than everyone else," he whispered fervently, telling his daughters future.

"And how do you know she'll be better than everyone else?" his mother asked, a knowing glint in her eye.

"Because I've looked into her eyes and seen her fragile little face and hands and feet and I just know. She will be the jewel of the country and the Princess of Hogwarts," the raven haired man told his mother sincerely.

"Son, every man says that about their daughter," Dorea told her son with a little chuckle.

"Yes, but when I say it, it's true."

Remus and Sirius were too happy and too choked up to say a single word.

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"James, love, we need you back in here!" Lily yelled. She could barely see him from her spot on the bed, but she could see him in a very serious conversation with his mother.

Well, he was serious. Dorea was secretly laughing inside. Lily could tell.

James's turned towards her room and ran so fast he almost tripped. Lily chuckled to herself and watched as her made his way over to her bed.

"Would you like to hold her, dear?" she asked. James's nodded, as if in awe that he could touch such a beautiful creature. The pink little bundle found its way into his arms and he almost fainted with joy.

This was heaven. His gorgeous wife and his beautiful daughter by his side. Perfection.

"Do you have a name for her?" Erma asked, holding a pen and a sheet of paper.

James glanced at his wife and asked the Healer for another moment. She nodded mutely and walked to the other side of the room giving them some privacy.

"I think we should follow your family's tradition," he said abruptly.

"What tradition?" Lily asked, a confused expression etched onto her face.

"The flower names. Your mom is Jasmine, your sister is Petunia, and you're Lily. I think she should have one too."

"And I think that would mean a lot to my mum. Brilliant," Lily beamed.

"So what should we call her?" James asked anxiously. Lily took one more glance down at her daughters face before answering.

"Rose. Just look at her. She's going to be a real beauty," Lily told her husband, in a bit of a daze.

"Beautiful, just like her mother," James's reminded her, running a finger down the side of her face. Lily smiled up at him. "It also looks like she may just inherit your temper too," he chuckled, listening to the new-born give a wonderfully large wail.

"Well, every rose has its thorns," Lily reminded James with a wink.

"They most certainly do. Those bullies better stay out of your way," he cooed to his brilliantly stunning daughter. Otherwise they will definitely feel the wrath of my Rose Lily Potter."

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"Would you two like to go out with your baby together, or would Mr. Potter like to go out first with her, and the Mrs. Potter join him in a few minutes?" Erma asked.

"What?" Lily asked. This wasn't how it was supposed to go. "I thought I would have to stay in the bed for a few days, and so would the baby," Lily said.

"Perhaps in the muggle world, but not here miss. That's what these are for," she chuckled, pulling her wand out of her robes. Lily blushed a brilliant scarlet and mumbled something that sounded vaguely like 'of course.'

"We'll wait to go out together. How long will it take?" James asked.

"Just a few minutes. I just have to scan to make sure everything is in order! You will be quite weak, though," Erma said, directing the last comment at Lily. "I will bring in a wheel chair and I suggest you stay in it until you are able to get a long nights sleep at home."

Lily nodded. "Sounds like a plan," she replied. The Medi-witch smiled in answer.

A few scans and a wheel chair later, Rose was back in Lily's arms (where she belonged, in Lily's opinion) and James was pushing her chair out of the room into the enthusiastic site of their friends.

"LILYFLOWER!" Sirius shrieked.

"SIRIUS MY LOVE!" she screamed back.

Leaning in, he stage whispered, "Does James know the baby's not his yet?"

James laughed and shoved Sirius away.

"Shut it, Padfoot. I know very well all of your plans to take my wonderful wife away from me."

"And how do you know I haven't succeeded?" he asked with a wiggle of his eyebrows.

"Padfoot that is just sick," the sandy haired man said, deciding it was finally time to break up the little love fest.

"No, Mooney, what's sick is that I haven't eaten in the last FIVE HOURS. That is sick," Sirius yelled. He blinked at the blanket in Lily's arms. "What's that?" he asked, pointing at the bundle.

Lily and James beamed.

"This," Lily started, repositioning her daughter to make her face more visible to the crowd, "is Rose Lily Potter."

Dorea cooed and immediately took the baby girl.

"This is my granddaughter. This is my granddaughter." She repeated that same sentence a few times as if trying to convince her that it was real. That none of this was a dream. Her son has finally had his daughter with the woman that he fell in love with nine years ago, on his first train ride to Hogwarts.

"Hey, Dorea! Quit hogging my niece!" Remus shouted, making grabbing motions for the new born.

The woman nodded, tears finally welling up in her eyes. She handed the most amazing baby girl over to her honorary son.

"Hey, Rose. I'm your Uncle Remus. And I'll teach you everything there is to know about planning the perfect prank when you grow up. And I bet you'll never even get in trouble. All you'll have to do it open those big green eyes of yours and every teacher will be putty in your hands. Well, except maybe McGonagall. Just avoid her." Remus continued to coo nonsense until Sirius held out his arms. Remus gave the baby to him and everyone watched as he positively doted on her.

"I'm going to spoil you rotten, you know that? I really am. I'll buy you your first broom, and I'll even buy the top of the line whenever I can. After all, every Quidditch star deserves the best broom. You'll be flying around like a pro by the time you're five. I promise. Want to know a secret? Well, between your Uncle Remus, your father and myself, you could probably get every single thing you will ever want. You're going to be our little Princess. And since Remus will teach everything you need to know about planning the prank, I'll teach you everything you need to know about how to make it entertaining. Remus is good with time and place and magic, but I, your amazing Uncle Sirius, know about humor."

Everyone watched as tears came down from his eyes as well. There was something special about Rose Lily Potter. She could make any man worship her. And it was the Marauders job to make sure she knew how.

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After all the cooing and all the commenting was done, and James had his daughter back, Lily started to enquire after her best friends. She loved Sirius and Remus, but she wanted to also share this moment with her girls. Well, her girls, plus a girls husband.

"Where's Alice, Frank and Ella?" she questioned. "I thought they would be here."

"Well, my wonderful Lilyflower, they are out buying some last minute items. As you wanted to keep the gender a surprise, they have positioned themselves in front of the nearest baby store, awaiting our call in order to buy some appropriate clothing," Sirius informed her.

"I assume you have called them then, Sirius?"

"Eh…I have to go to the bathroom." Sirius ran out of the waiting room and into the hallway, already taking his two way mirror out of his pocket. Everyone in their little group had one. They were quite ingenious. You just had to tap them and say the name of the person you wished to speak to, and voila!

They could hear his scream from the other side of the door as he called Alice.

"IT'S A GIRL!"

Everyone started laughing lightly as Sirius casually strolled back into the room.

"Bladder empty, Padfoot?" James snickered.

"Indeed."

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10 minutes later, the three who were previously missing burst into the room, one holding a baby barely older than Rose, conveniently all yelling at the same time.

"LILY WHAT DID YOU NAME HER?"

"JAMES, HOW BAD WAS IT?"

"LILY, HOW ARE YOU FEELING?"

Then simultaneously…

"PEOPLE, WHERE IS MY NIECE?"

They were all panting, looking as if they had just run up the eight flights of stairs. They quickly tripped up to the couple and Ella took the baby from James.

"Aw, aren't you just precious! You have your mothers beautiful eyes and you father's stunning hair. Yes I do believe that you and Pansy will get along quite wonderfully," the brunette fussed.

"Cedrella Parkinson, you will hand that baby over this instant!" Alice demanded stomping her foot. The woman rolled her eyes, but handed the baby over.

"Hey, baby girl! I am going to make sure you know all about fashion as you grow up. Ok? Ella will probably teach you everything you have to know about romance; she's an expert. Merlin knows your parents aren't. But I will be the one to pamper you. I promise. Oh I can't believe it! Imagine, just yesterday I was in that SAME ROOM AS YOU Lily, giving birth to Neville."

Alice turned to her own baby in her husbands arms and softly stroked his head.

"Alice, what do you mean we can't teach her about romance?" Lily demanded, completely ignoring Alice's latter comment.

Everyone just scoffed, not bothering to answer. Even James.

"Anyway, yes it was quite convenient that my wife went into labor just as they finished cleaning the room," James commented. His gaze averted to their other brunette friend. He stared at Ella as if trying to figure out what was missing. Suddenly it clicked. "Hey, Ella, where's Pansy?" he asked.

"At home with her father. Will someone PLEASE just tell me her NAME?" Ella whined. Dorea smiled at the baby in Alice's arms.

"Rose. Rose Lily Potter."