A/N: Alright, just to piss off my school friend who reads this story, I'm going to do EXACTLY what she HATES—real life. She's going to kill me when she reads this. Anyway, I got this idea while I was in the middle of writing chapter 7, so I wrote it in my notebook (to be technical, it was in the middle of English class), so now I'm typing it up. Please, no one kill me!
Edward's POV:
Four hours. The midwife had banned me from my room, and my wife, for four hours.
"May I get anything for His Majesty?" Bella's hand-maid, Josephine, asked me.
I stopped pacing—for the first time in three- and three-quarters of an hour—and glared at her until her face turned beet-red.
"I am sorry, Your Highness. I shall bring you some water, for just in case His Majesty would like it." Josephine curtsied low and left the room.
I shook my head at the flirty-maid's back and went back to pacing once she was out of the room.
One would think that the queen's maid would not flirt with their King, who is happily married, but oh well.
"Miss Helen," I called to another maid in my palace who I knew was standing outside the door to attend me.
At hearing her name, she came into the hall outside my room.
"Yes, Your Majesty?" she asked.
"Go and check on the Queen Isabella for me, please. I would like to know how she is doing," I commanded.
"Yes, Your Highness," Miss Helen said, curtsying out of the room.
I sighed in frustration. I wanted to see my Bella, and the maids were making it quite hard to focus on her.
"Your Majesty." I turned and saw the midwife, Katherine, coming out of the bedroom.
"Is everything alright? How is Isabella?" I asked.
"The Queen is fine," Katherine told me. "Would you like to see her?"
I nodded, and Katherine led me into the bedroom. Lying on the bed was Bella, and she was holding a small bundle...
"Bella," I said as I rushed to her side. She looked exhausted.
"Edward, would you like to hold her?"
I went over to Bella, and she held out the small bundle.
I accepted the delicate infant and held her gently, making sure that I had a hand under the baby's head.
As I was holding her, the baby's eyes opened. Her eyes were a beautiful, deep-sea blue. There was a small tuft of light hair, probably blond.
"What do you think her name should be?" I asked, looking up from our new daughter.
Bella smiled. "Rosalie."
I smiled and looked back down at the baby.
"The name suits her," I commented.
"I certainly thought so," Bella said. "And, before your mother died, I had inquired if she wanted me to name our baby after her—this was only a day or so before she died—and she told me no, to name the baby after her good friend, Rosalie. And so I took her advice and did so."
"Rosalie," I said, thinking of how Bella and I had met. She had thought I was just another hot-headed prince, and she had thought that she could never be queen, and now she had been ruling for near a year.
I sat down next to Bella on the bed, still holding our baby.
"Oh, Bella," I sighed.
She rested her head against my side.
"Should I put the baby in the bassinette?" I asked. "That way you can get some rest."
"No, I do not mind staying awake," Bella said, her voice trailing off. "I just need to..."
Her breathing deepened and when I looked back down at her, she was asleep.
I carefully got up and put the little princess in the bassinette.
"Goodnight, Princess Rosalie," I said, giving my new daughter a small kiss before going to my bed with Bella.
A/N: Next chapter is five years later. It's a but twisty...
