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"Charlie, I need you to calm down," Dr. Michaels said as she looked at the monitors Charlie was hooked up to and tried to gage how much longer they had until the baby arrived. Once her water broke and they got her situated, she quietly admitted to Olivia that she had been cramping for a little while, but had just assumed it was stress about Trevor. At this point, her contractions were coming about 3-4 minutes apart which made the doctor think they were closer to delivery than the young woman realized.

"Calm down? I'm pushing a human out of my vagina and her father is dying in the other room. Fuck you!" Charlie said, tears streaming down her face as another contraction hit and her eyes slammed shut. "Ahhhhhh, FUCK THIS HURTS."

"Sweetheart, I know you're in pain, but let's try not to curse at the doctor okay? She's helping you," Ed said cautiously, not wanting her to yell at him as well but also trying to get her to just take some deep breaths. It worked, somewhat, as Charlie squeezed his hand and her head fell back onto the pillow. Olivia wiped her face with a cool cloth and got her some more ice chips.

"You're doing great, sweet girl," she said softly, continuing to wipe the sweat and tears from her daughter's face. "She will be here soon, okay?"

"I just want her to be okay," Charlie said, her emotions all over to place. "It's early. Right, Doctor?"

"Well, you are at 37 weeks, so yes, she's early but not too early," Dr. Michaels assured her patient. "Her heartbeat looks strong, so I think we will have a healthy delivery soon. Are you sure you don't want the epidural?"

"No," Charle said, shaking her head confidently. "I can do this. Trevor and I talked about it, and we don't want drugs unless it's necessary. So I can do this. I will do this."

"Okay," Dr. Michaels said before patting her on the leg. "I'm going to run check on a few other patients, but I'll be back soon. Give a buzz if you start feeling more pressure okay?"

"Okay," she said and managed a small smile. "I'm sorry I yelled at you earlier…"

The doctor just laughed and gave her a genuine smile. "Oh you aren't the first, and won't be the last. I can take it," she said with a smirk before heading out and closing the door behind her.

"Anything from Trevor?" Charlie asked for the hundredth time since she had been in labor. Ed's eyes just fell, as did Olivia's, before he responded.

"No change," he said softly, knowing there wasn't likely to be any change but it continually devastated him to inform his daughter of that.

"Will you go check on him?" She asked, clearly not able to fully relax until she had more information. Olivia stood, stopping Ed from getting up, and patted Charlie's hand.

"I'll go," she said. "I need to stretch my legs anyways."

"Thanks, Mom," Charlie said as Olivia made her exit, leaving her alone with Ed.

"You're doing amazing, sweetheart," Ed said to her, pushing her hair out of her face as another contraction hit and she cried out in pain. "Just squeeze my hand…it will be over soon…"

"Daddy…" she said, the tears beginning to flow again as the pain slowly began to subside. "Don't leave me."

Ed's heart just melted as he heard his daughter's words. After all of this time, and not being there for her when she was growing up, she was now here in front of him, calling him Daddy and asking him not to leave her. It was all he could do to keep himself together in that moment, but he had to. He needed to be strong for her, because she was in for the fight of her life between birthing her daughter and possibly losing Trevor. He had no control over any of it, but the one thing he could control was that he would never leave her.

"Oh, Charlotte," he said, his voice a little raspy but full of emotion. "You never have to worry about that. I'm right here. And will be right here, every step of the way. I can't wait to meet my granddaughter…."

"She's gonna love her Papa," Charlie said with a weak smile, all of a sudden wincing again. "Owwwwwwww….Daddy…..get Dr. Michaels!"

Olivia found Tessa sitting quietly in the ICU waiting room, nursing what had to be her 10th cup of coffee that day. The young brunette looked up as she entered and almost had some relief wash over her face to see someone familiar and kind heading her way.

"How's Trevor?" Olivia asked, moving to sit next to Tessa on the uncomfortable waiting room couch.

"No change," she said quietly, rubbing at her face and crumpling up her now empty cup. "But I make sure to keep him updated on Charlie's labor when I'm allowed to see him," she said with a tired smile.

"He can hear you," Olivia said confidently, patting Tessa's hand. "I know he can."

"He's not going to get better…" Tessa said, her voice catching a bit and Olivia pulled her into her side. "He's been so excited about the baby….right now, I just want him to be able to meet her."

Olivia wiped a stray tear down her face and took a deep breath, not wanting her emotions to show in that moment. She needed to be strong for this young woman, who had been so strong for Charlie. "I think that will happen," she admitted softly. "Charlie is at 8cm, so the baby could come any time now. And Dr. Michaels is aware of the situation and assured me that as long as the baby was healthy, Charlie should be able to bring her to meet her Daddy tomorrow."

"Oh, thank God," Tessa said. "I can't stand the thought of him…dying…without at least meeting her. Even if he isn't awake for it."

"He'll know she's there," Olivia reassured Tessa. "He knows all of us are here. And he knows how much you love him."

"Trevor is all I have left," Tessa said, beginning to cry heartbreaking tears. "I don't have other family. And now…."

"Now," Olivia said, interrupting her a bit. "You have us. You won't be alone."

Ed was standing in the hallway outside of the baby nursery watching as the team of nurses cleaned up his granddaughter and got her all situated. He wasn't about to let that baby girl out of his sight, and Charlie seemed fine with just Olivia staying, so he followed the nurses to the baby area. He kept his hands in his pockets, watching as they pricked her little foot and wiped her body down to rid it of her fluids, before swaddling her and placing her under a little light for some warmth. She was perfect. 6lbs, 1oz of perfect, pure joy.

Charlie's labor was relatively quick, in comparison to the normal time frame, and the baby came out seamlessly. Ed and Olivia were right there, holding her hands, and coaching her along the way as she cried and pushed. When the baby finally came into the world, her cries filled the room and caused all three Tuckers to burst into tears of joy and relief as they listened to the sweet sound of a new life. The nurse immediately wrapped her up and brought her over to the new mom, understanding the underlying emotions that were swirling, and placed her on her chest. Charlie immediately broke into the biggest grin Ed had ever seen from her as she spoke softly to her new daughter.

"Hi baby girl," she had cooed, causing more tears to flow from Olivia. "I'm your Momma. And I'm gonna love you so so much…it's all okay."

When they came to take her, needing to clean her up and run the newborn tests, Charlie panicked a bit as she felt her child lift off of her chest.

"Where are you taking her?" she asked frantically, trying to move and realizing that was a bad idea since she was still being cleaned up.

"Just to the nursery," the nurse assured her. "We'll bring her right back once she is cleaned up…"

"But…" Charlie protested mildly, before looked at Ed. "Daddy, go with her. She can't be alone. Don't let her be alone…" she had cried, causing Ed to immediately stand and kiss her forehead.

"Okay, sweetheart," Ed had said with a smile. "I won't let her out of my sight. You relax, okay?"

"Thank you…" she said, before allowing her head to hit the pillow again and her eyes to close, still with a death grip on Olivia's hand.

Now, he stood vigil just outside of the nursery, his eyes never leaving his precious grandbaby. He watched as the nurse suctioned out her nose again, causing her to get agitated and try to kick out of the swaddle. Ed just laughed a bit. She was already a Tucker, through and through. Finally, the nurse placed a purple bow in her hair at the request of Charlie, who didn't want pink, and brought her over to the window so Ed could get a closer look. She was a tiny, red little thing, but he was pretty sure he'd never seen a more gorgeous baby. She had a little bit of dark hair on her head and her lips were pursed almost in a thoughtful pucker that was similar to Noah's. He had yet to see her eyes, but he couldn't wait to see what shade of blue they were, as he was convinced she would have Langan eyes. Ed placed his hand on the window, as if to touch her, and the nurse moved her even closer and helped the baby "wave" at grandpa.

"Hi, sweet girl," Ed said, knowing the baby couldn't hear him, but he didn't care. "I'm your Papa. And I'm going to protect you from everything in this world. You are the most loved little girl on the planet, and don't ever forget that…"

A couple hours later found Charlie sitting up in bed, clutching her baby girl to her chest and humming softly. Ed and Olivia were sitting side by side on the sofa as they watched the scene in front of them. Ed was unable to keep his hands off of his wife, just reveling in the love they now had for this new family addition. It was almost as if the birth of their granddaughter caused him to love Olivia even more, which he didn't know was possible.

"Have you thought of names?" Olivia asked softly, as Charlie continued to sing softly to the infant who was seemingly soothed and asleep against her mother's chest.

Without taking her eyes off the baby, she responded. "We have," she said. "Trevor actually came up with the first name and I picked the second one. We wanted to make sure this baby girl knew how much her entire family loved her and would protect her."

Olivia's eyes were already misty as she listened to her daughter speak so calmly now. After all of her nerves about becoming a mother, it was almost as if she was a natural in that moment. Knowing that their road was going to be long and hard, Olivia made sure to bask in the peacefulness of the current moment and feel the love of their family engulf her.

"Well?" Ed asked, standing up and walking over to sit next to Charlie, running his index finger down his granddaughter's cheek. Olivia did the same, sitting on Charlie's other side, as the waited for her to speak.

"Elizabeth Margaret Langan Tucker," she said with a huge smile, her eyes still on her daughter. Ed reached out to grasp Olivia's hand, as she let out a little sob at the fact that her granddaughter had her name. "Here, Ollie, meet Lizzie."

Charlie softly handed the baby over to Olivia, who now had tears running down her face as she cradled her grandchild and smothered her cheeks with kisses. "Hi, Lizzie. I'm your Ollie…"

Ed just watched in awe as his wife spoke gently to Lizzie, and Charlie looked on with such a sense of peace and happiness. He clutched Charlie's hand and gave her a smile. "Why Elizabeth?"

"Well," she said, making sure to hit her father's eyes with her own. "I wanted an 'E' name, for you. And Trevor's mother was Elizabeth, which is also Tessa's middle name. So we thought this would be perfect. Lizzie's very name will be full of all the love she will have in her life…"

"I love it," Ed said with a small grin and kissed Charlie on the forehead. "Thank you for giving me a perfect granddaughter."

"Thank you," Charlie said, tears pooling in her own eyes as she looked back and forth between her parents and her child. "Thank you both for finally giving me a family, and the strength to start my own."

Lizzie Tucker. What do you think? Let me hear it...