Layla.

We all cheered, and even the nurses on our floor smiled. Everyone knew- Layla was perfect. Perfect name, perfect baby, perfect family.

If she hadn't survived this experience, I honestly don't think my mom would have, either.

Suddenly, she spoke up again.

"And Although he's not here with us now..." At this, she paused and got choked up. My dad grabbed her hand and squeezed it. This seemed to re-encourage her because she continued talking.

"We have decided that he deserves a name...Finley."

I looked over at my aunts, who both had tears in their eyes. My grandparents hugged. My mom leaned in to my dad and he kissed her head.

To bring us out of this sad moment, I turned to my dad and asked, "Can I hold her?"

He turned to my mom, who nodded.

"Of course."

He handed her slowly to me and I supported her head and held her tight.

I smiled down at her round face.

"What do you think, Lottie?" My dad asked.

"She's amazing."I said.

I saw my mom wipe a tear from her cheek. I could have held her for hours, but Aunt Zelena spoke up.

"Emma, Killian, do you mind if I hold her?"

"Sure, Zelena, of course." My mom said.

I walked over and handed my sister into the arms of Aunt Lena.

"Hi there, sweet girl, hi. I'm your Auntie Zelena." Layla made a little squeaking sound, which made us all laugh.

"Yeah, I know," she replied.

Next Aunt Gina held Layla.

"Hi baby, I'm your aunt Gina."

Layla wrapped her little finger around Aunt Gina's finger.

"Aww I love you too." She said in response.

Next, Grandpa held her, but he could barely keep it together. That made Grandma cry, which made Mom cry, which she blamed on her horomones.

Layla finally made her way back to my mom. The rest of my family went to the cafeteria and left us to get ready to take Layla home. I packed up my mom's things in a suitcase, while my dad finished signing discharge papers and my mom got Layla situated in a little pink onesie and in the carrier. Before long , the bed was made, everything was packed, and Layla was sleeping soundly in her carrier. As we walked out, I saw both my parents look back, and I knew exactly what they were thinking- this was the room where the worst and best day of their life happened. They were supposed to be walking out of here with two babies, and instead they only have one.

All done! Just wanted to say that EVERY name of an OC in this story has a special meaning behind it that I chose for a reason!! Sorry for the short chapter, but Thanks for reading!!

Xoxo Ella