A/N: Hello, you beautiful readers! Wow, I cannot believe we're already here! This is a pretty long chapter, (4,726 words! Goodness!) but I think it's a pretty big deal what's going on, so I think that justifies it :) Anyway. I'll let you read because I know you're dying to meet the little one :)

I don't own Tangled, buuuuut I suppose I do own this sweet little bundle that will be in this chappie, now don't I?

Eugene paced a short distance up and down the castle hallway, running his hands through his hair incessantly and rambling.

It was around four, maybe four thirty in the morning and Rapunzel was still in there having the baby. The king and Wilson sat on benches in the hallway outside of Eugene and Rapunzel's bedchambers, while Eugene paced and showed every sign of nervousness in the book. An anxious, frequently changing color Pascal was restlessly scurrying up and down the hallway and across the walls and ceiling.

"I-I can't do this. Nope, I can't. Rapunzel just needs to have that kid already. I mean, she should anytime now, right? Unless something's wrong. Is that what it is? No, it can't be. It just – no. But what if -"

Before he could ramble further or be answered, Rapunzel's voice clearly rung out.

"NO!" she yelled, "I don't care! I want Eugene!"

Rapunzel had most definitely not been happy about his absence in the room. He could hear someone in the room saying something about "the warm water would help with the pain", but he wasn't quite sure what they were talking about.

Then, suddenly, the door cracked open, and a midwife slipped through it. Eugene immediately looked at her anxiously.

"Is everything okay?" he asked frantically.

The midwife smiled. "Everything's fine. Her contractions are starting to seem irregular, so we think the labor might be slowing down." She patted his back. "It'll probably be a while."

Eugene sighed and sat down against the wall dejectedly. From what he'd been told, apparently this kid was being very indecisive now that it could be born somewhere safe. Why couldn't it just come already?

He'd never understood before why men got so anxious whenever their wives were having babies – I mean, it happened every day, right? What was the big deal? – but now, now he wholeheartedly understood. It was absolute torture - he was pretty sure he'd rather hang in the gallows than endure this. It wasn't that he wasn't anticipating what was to come – because he could not wait to hold that baby – but hearing Rapunzel in so much pain, especially since she'd barely ever experienced pain for the first eighteen years of her life, and not knowing what was going on was awful. This was by far the most nerve-wracking thing he'd ever gone through. And who would have thought a few years ago that he would be in this position right now? Certainly not him.

With every cry of pain she emitted, Eugene's heart broke a bit more. He couldn't standthe fact that he wasn't in there with her. It killed him being powerless to do anything to help her. Waiting felt like pure agony. He got up and paced up and down the halls again, trying to think of a logical explanation of why it was taking so long. He'd heard that labor the first time around took longer, but still! She'd been in labor since…when, last night? He was surprised she hadn't had the baby in the woods or something!

Was this supposed to be happening? Was she okay? And why in the world was it taking solong? What if something was terribly wrong?

Was she going to kill him before this was over? She had been quite vocal about her wishes to do so several times in the past hours – even though she was also very vocal about how much she wanted him in there. Maybe that meant she wanted him in there so she could kill him. But he kind of doubted that she could in her current state. But maybe he was wrong, he'd learned to never underestimate pregnant women.

"I hope Rapunzel's okay. And the baby. And what isit, anyway?" he began rambling again. Rapunzel insisted it was a girl the entire pregnancy, until a few hours ago when she suddenly told him she thought it was a boy. Which was really weird. Maybe it was just part of her crazy mood swings.

"What if it hates me?" Eugene continued. "That is, I mean, if it ever does come out. I mean, yeah, it's going to, but when? What if Rapunzel gives up? Can she even do that? Or does she just have to keep going? Or what if she gets mad because it's a boy? And she runs away and takes it with her and – wait, if she was mad that it was a boy she'd leave it, right? Maybe it better be a girl, then. But then what if it hates me because I thought it was a boy?"

He shook his head and kept pacing. He had the jitters. Probably from all that coffee he had in his system. Maybe that was what was making him so nervous. He didn't know.

"Eugene," King Jonathan interrupted. Wilson had left to go down to the palace kitchens, and the king decided to have yet another talk with Eugene. Eugene turned around to face the king. "Stop worrying. Rapunzel will have the baby soon, and it will be healthy and well-loved by everyone, whether it's a boy or a girl.

Eugene sighed. "Maybe so, but I don't know how much longer I can wait like this. A-and even when it does come, I mean, I'm going to be a father. In a matter of hours or even minutes, probably. I don't think I'm ready for that."

"You'll be ready." Jonathan assured him.

"How do you know?"

"You will be. You'll see. Every new father goes through this. You'll learn along the way."

And Eugene began pacing again.

He was thankful for the advice the king had been giving him throughout the night, but he couldn't help worrying so much. He just…he was just nervous. He had no real reason to worry so much. She'd had a healthy pregnancy and everything seemed to be just fine and signal a healthy delivery. He told himself that men didn't get scared. But he just couldn't help it.

What if Macon randomly burst into the room and messed up the delivery to get revenge?

No, no, Eugene told himself. Where did that come from? There was no chance of that happening. The guards had Macon in Corona's prisons to be dealt with later. When Dana had finally come back from delivering a child on a neighboring island and been told a few details of the situation, she'd sadly remarked that Macon and his wife had never seemed to have the best relationship, and that he'd always seemed very rough and easily-angered. Eugene felt guilty that she wasn't able to be there in time to deliver Macon and his wife's child because of the fact that their own baby hadn't been in any hurry to come out, but that still didn't give Macon the right to put Rapunzel and the baby in the danger he had.

He shook his head and sighed. Everything was going to be fine, he told himself. They would have the baby, and everything would be fine.

He stopped pacing.

"…What if it doesn'tcome out?"

The king looked at Eugene sternly. Sighing once again, Eugene leaned back, hitting the wall harder than he intended it to as he slid into a squat, barely even noticing as Wilson came back down the hallway and sat next to Rapunzel's father.

Every single sound he heard – the sounds of Rapunzel quite loudly expressing her discomfort, the soft tapping of the floors as the women in the room walked about, the chirps of crickets and frogs, the hoots of owls outside, the sound of Pascal's frog-like feet endlessly scampering about – they all echoed in his mind, pounding over and over.

Why was it that her mother, sister, and nurses and maids and midwives and such that she barely even knew were allowed in, but not him, her husband, who was at least half responsible for this baby?

It made absolutely no sense.

"EUGENE!" Rapunzel's shriek came from behind the door.

He couldn't stand it any longer. He jumped up and stood in front of the door, looking at it as if it was his enemy. Which, at the moment, it kind of was, being the thing between him and his wife.

"Eugene, come sit back down. You're not getting through that door. I've already tried that years ago." The king calmly but sternly advised his son in law.

But Eugene ignored the advice and pounded a fist on the door. He was done with this. He wasgoing to see Rapunzel. He was done being powerless to do anything to help her. He couldn't just let her sit in there, in the most pain she'd likely ever been in her whole life, and give birth to their first child without him!

And who was the king to tell him he couldn't get through the door? Well, okay, he was the king, but Eugene didn't care how many others had tried it. No one else was formerly Flynn Rider, possibly the greatest thief who ever lived.

Glancing at the King and Wilson and down the hallway to make sure that no one – especially a guard - was watching him, Eugene took a step back. With one swift movement, he kicked down the door. The door flew off its hinges, giving him sight and access to the room, and more importantly, his wife. Everyone snapped their eyes to the doorframe when they heard the loud thud of the door falling to the ground (though the noise still didn't compare with the racket Rapunzel had been making). The king and Wilson sat staring at Eugene, slack jawed. Had he really just done what they thought he did? The horrified midwives and nurses gawked at Eugene as if he was some sort of fire-breathing monster.

"Hey, ladies." He said, nodding nonchalantly at them.

But their disapproving and horrified expressions didn't matter to him, because he was focused only on one thing.

"Eugene!" Rapunzel exclaimed, her face brightening at the sight of his.

He rushed to her side as some of the midwives rushed to the doorframe. He kneeled by the bed, took her face in his hands, and kissed her passionately.

"Hey, Blondie," He said breathlessly when they broke apart, "thought I'd come for a visit."

Rapunzel laughed. "You know how to make an entrance, don't you?"

Eugene just smiled and nodded.

"The baby must take after you." She said.

"I heard it's been playing hide and seek, huh? Tryin' to fool us into thinking it's coming and then decides it's not?"

"Yeah, and I think now it's just about ready for the 'ready or not, here I come' part!"

"It better be, after all this time teasing us." He said. "What about you, Blondie? How are you doin'? Are you okay? You know, with the lack of sleep and all, too…"

"I'm a little busy having a baby here!" Rapunzel exclaimed with a smile. "But not really. The lack of sleep isn't really bothering me that much. I'll be fine."

After successfully getting the door back up and in the doorframe, the midwives in the room left the door, still glaring at Eugene. Figuring that if he found his way in when the door was locked and there would be no stopping him now, they didn't make him leave, but that didn't mean they were happy about it in the least.

Even though he was with her now, Eugene still was more scared than he'd ever care to admit. But at least he was with her and the contractions were coming steadily and close together. They didn't have to question when Rapunzel had one, it was quite evident when she would grip Eugene's hand or the sheets or anything within her reach and sometimes let out a shriek and yell, usually at Eugene. He was surprised she could still be that loud, considering how much screaming he was sure she'd done in the past twenty-four hours, with the whole being kidnapped and in labor thing.

Thankfully, it wasn't too much longer before Rapunzel was told to start pushing on the next contraction.

"Alright, Blondie." Eugene said. "You ready to see our baby?" He brought her hand to his lips and kissed her soft skin. He smiled. He could smell fresh soap. Apparently she'd had that "warm water" she'd so stubbornly refused.

"Am I ever!" she replied.

And before long, she was screaming and yelling again.

"I am killing you when this is through!"

Though he knew she didn't really mean it, Eugene found it easy to believe her as she writhed in pain and nearly broke his hand with the fierce grip she had on it.

"Push, Rapunzel!" he encouraged.

"What does it look like I'm doing, you idiot?"

"Can someone please tell my stupid husband to shutup?"

"Oh-ho, 'Punz, what're you gonna do, slit my throat?" he asked jokingly, making a reference to the time when she'd threatened him with a knife while baking cookies, saying that sometimes she just felt like slitting his throat.

Rapunzel forcefully slapped his hand.

"Shut up!"

The midwives were ignoring the bickering between the husband and wife, while the queen and Rose found it quite amusing.

"I'm givingbirth!"

"I'm just sayin', 'Punzie, the harder you push, the faster we'll get to see him!" Eugene said with a smile.

"Eugene, if you say it's a boy ONE MORE TIME, I will whack you with my frying pan, do you understand?"

"I thought you said earlier you thought it was a boy?"

"I don't know what I want!" Rapunzel cried. "Just leave me alone!"

"Keep pushing!" a midwife called. It seemed to Eugene that they were getting a bit annoyed that Rapunzel seemed to be making a bit more of an effort to yell at Eugene than to push.

"FlynnRider, I will never, ever let you touch me again for as long as I live! Ever!"

Ooh. Usage of the name "Flynn Rider" when referring to her husband definitely meant she was mad.

"That's fine, Rapunzel, because you're married to Eugene Fitzherbert, not Flynn Rider." Eugene replied with a smirk.

"Eugene! You stupid – " thankfully for Eugene, she couldn't go on with her sentence and a scream ripped through her. "What did I even agree to marry you for?" she seethed.

"Probably because you couldn't resist my superhuman good looks?" Eugene suggested.

"Eugene Fitzherbert, you are the biggest conceited jerk I have ever met! In my life!"

"Rapunzel, quit insulting your husband and push!" Rose cut in.

Eugene quieted down, figuring he probably was provoking her, and ignored the fact that his wife was squeezing the life out of his hand.

Rapunzel, however, didn't quiet down.

"I am serious! I am going to kill you! Just wait and see!"

"I'm sure you will, Rapunzel." Eugene mumbled quietly, simply because he couldn't resist.

"EUGENE! You are a horrible person! I can't believe you!" she paused for a minute before replying again, "And don't you dare tell me it's a boy! I am going to hit you over the head with a frying pan if you keep being so stupidly ignorant!"

Her fingernails dug into his skin. He was sure that all this abuse on his hand would leave permanent scarring.

"I cannot believe you would do this to me!"

Eugene had previously thought that if he could just manage to stay on her good side by spoiling her and such, that perhaps she wouldn't threaten him as much or feel the need to murder him. Up until this point, this plan had seemed to be working quite well the whole pregnancy.

But now he wasn't so sure.

Maybe it was working, and if he hadn't done it, she would be much worse. And if that was the case, he would've been afraid to see what would've happened if he hadn't tried to stay on her good side. Even this was a side of Rapunzel he'd never seen – at least not to this extent.

"One more good push!" the midwife called encouragingly.

"One more, Rapunzel!" Eugene beamed. "Come on, I know you can do it!"

She squeezed his hand even tighter – if that was even possible – and let out an almost ear-splitting scream. In a moment he noticed her vice-like grip on his hand slowly start to relax.

And then, suddenly, there it was, that precious sound they'd been waiting nearly nine months to hear.

Their first baby's very first cry.

The moment almost seemed as if it froze in time. Everyone seemed in awe of that precious cry of the newborn. No one spoke – no one needed to. They all knew what an amazing and joyful moment this was. Rays of sunlight had begun to flood into the room as the sun began to rise into a new day with beautiful colors – just like a new this new little life.

A wide grin spread across Eugene's face at the sound.

"Blondie, we have a baby!" he laughed. Already, it wasn't even possible to ever wipe the smile off his face.

The baby was here. Truly here. All these months of waiting for it, and now it was here. He was officially a father now.

And strangely enough, it felt right. It was like suddenly, just seeing that baby and hearing it give its cry, he knew this was right. It was clear – he could do this. He wanted to do this. An overwhelming feeling that he couldn't quite describe came over him. At this point, he didn't care much whether the baby was a boy or a girl – it was here, and that was all that mattered.

But of course, everyone did want to know after all this waiting.

"It's a girl!" Rose shouted enthusiastically.

"A girl." Eugene whispered to himself.

Rapunzel smiled proudly. "Told you."

"That you did, 'Punz." He said, pulling her head close and kissing her forehead.

She sighed happily and rested her head Eugene's shoulder. "She's here." Rapunzel whispered. "She's really here. She's our baby."

"Yeah." he said, planting another kiss on her forehead.

"I think we're even now." Rapunzel said.

"About what?" he asked.

Rapunzel smiled. "You died, I just spent the last – what, at least twenty-four hours? – in labor and had a baby."

Eugene laughed. "Somehow, though, I feel like eventually I'll end up being indebted to you again."

Rapunzel shrugged, knowing this was true.

"Who do you think she looks like?" he asked, even though neither could clearly see her. It was more like they were making final guesses. Rapunzel looked across the room to where the howling little girl was getting cleaned up.

"You." She replied.

"You think?" Eugene asked, trying to catch a glimpse of the baby.

"Yep." Rapunzel nodded. "Rose, who do you think she looks like?" she asked her sister, who could see the baby.

"I can't tell you!" Rose playfully replied.

"She's got dark hair, doesn't she?" Eugene asked.

Rose ignored his comment.

Soon the new addition to the Fitzherbert family was bundled up in light pink blankets and brought over to her parents.

"Here she is." The queen said as she gently placed the pink bundle in Rapunzel's arms. The tiny baby fussed and wriggled a bit as she got comfortable in her adoring parents arms for the first time. Eugene was right - she had a head full of chocolate brown waves and like most newborns, big blue eyes, but with a tint of green in them.

"Oh, hello, sweet baby." Rapunzel breathed.

"She's beautiful." Eugene said as he watched his squirming daughter in awe, completely captivated by her. She was so tiny, but so precious and perfect. It was hard to tell who she would look like, but it did seem like she had Rapunzel's eyes - and maybe even her little button nose. He didn't see how she could be any more perfect. He wiped away tears of joy filling his eyes.

"She is." Rapunzel whispered. "She's precious."

Eugene stroked the newborn's soft cheek. "We never did get around to deciding on a name, did we?" he smiled.

"No, we didn't. Oops." Rapunzel said, giggling. "I still like Avon."

"You're not giving up on the Avon, are you, 'Punz?" he asked, grinning.

"Nope." She replied before looking about the room at the different midwives and nurses and maids. "Did anyone look to see what time she was born?" she asked.

"Six o' two on February fourteenth. A little Valentine's baby." The queen, who was standing in the doorway speaking to her husband and Wilson, turned and answered.

Rapunzel beamed.

"A Valentines baby." She repeated softly. "I can't believe I forgot it was Valentine's day." She smiled down at the little bundle. "Hello, my little valentine."

"Valentine's baby, huh?" Eugene asked with a grin. "I'm sorry, Blondie, but it looks as if this year, you're going to have to share the title of being my valentine."

"That's okay." Rapunzel responded, snuggling the bundle close.

"Hey, Rapunzel, we could name her Cuddlebug! That's a valentine's sounding name!" Eugene suggested jokingly.

Rapunzel smirked and elbowed him.

"I think she does need a valentine's sounding name, though."

"I have my name books prepared!" Rose called, pointing to a pile of books sitting in the windowseat.

"Keep them handy, we might need them!" Eugene replied. But it wasn't long before suggestions were being continually tossed about the room. "Are we going to have to take a vote?" he asked jokingly.

"If we do, I vote for Rose!" the princess's sister called.

"I like Avon…" Rapunzel mumbled under her breath.

"Eugene, what name do you like?" Rose asked.

Eugene shrugged. "I don't know. There were so many we talked about. I can't really think of that many in particular. I always kinda liked Leigh."

"And we were going to try and use Rose, weren't we? More for a middle name, I think." Rapunzel said.

"Good thing it's not a boy." Eugene said. "So his middle name doesn't have to be Eugene."

Rapunzel laughed. "I never thought I'd hear you say that." She hesitated. "You're not…disappointed or anything that it's not a boy, are you?"

Eugene shook his head, looking at her incredulously. "Are you kidding, 'Punz?"

Rapunzel smiled and snuggled closer to him. "I like Rose for the middle name. It sounds valentine-sie."

"Okay, we've got Rose as a middle name. Any more suggestions? Going once, going twice…"

"Rose, then!" Rapunzel exclaimed before Eugene could finish.

"Something Rose Fitzherbert."

"Oh, yes, Something's a good name!" Rose replied teasingly.

"Funny, we had middle names pretty much picked out, but no first names. We said yesterday we liked flower names for girls, didn't we?" Eugene asked.

"If her middle name is going to be Rose, then she can't have a first name that's a flower." Rapunzel reasoned. "That's why Avon is a good name…"

Eugene thought for a moment. "Avonlea is a name, you know."

Rapunzel's eyes brightened. "It is?"

Eugene nodded. Well, technically, he didn't really know, but he thought it could be.

"I love that. Do you love it? I do."

Eugene nodded. "Mhmm, I think it's beautiful, Goldie. I wouldn't have said it if it wasn't." He said, leaning over and stealing a kiss on his wife's cheek.

"I love it." Rapunzel repeated.

"So Avonlea it is?"

"Mhmm." She agreed.

"Avonlea it is!" Rose exclaimed to let everyone know.

"And the middle name. We going with Rose, Blondie?" Eugene asked.

Rapunzel looked deep in thought for a moment, then shook her head. "Roseheart. It sounds more valentines-ie."

"That is a stupendous name for a Valentine's baby, Rapunzel." He kissed her cheek. "Avonlea Roseheart."

At the sound of his voice, the baby looked at him with the tiniest of smiles and squirmed in the blankets, waving her arms and legs.

"Look," Rapunzel said in a soft voice, "I think she recognizes your voice. Maybe because you talked to her so much."

"She really could hear me?" Eugene asked.

Rapunzel nodded. "Of course she could! I'm sure she heard every word you said to her, didn't you, sweet girl?"

Eugene was still amazed at this precious little life. She was their baby – she was this baby Rapunzel had been carrying and he'd been talking to for the past nine months.

"Can I hold her?" Eugene asked tentatively.

"Of course." Rapunzel smiled, and gingerly placed Avonlea in her daddy's arms, making sure it didn't hurt his shoulder wound to hold her. Holding her gave Eugene yet a different feeling that he couldn't describe. But oh, did he love her.

"That's your daddy, sweet darlin' girl." Rapunzel told the bundle softly.

The baby looked up at her father with her big, wondering eyes. Some sort of sense of protectiveness washed over him as he cradled the tiny babe in his arms. This was their little girl. This was his little girl.

She was his to love, hold, play with, and take care of.

Someday, he would be chasing off boys that were after her. And anyone that would ever make this precious little girl hurt – oh, they would be sorry.

She was also his to protect, discipline, and be a father to – something that was much harder to do.

But as he held her, somehow he knew he could do it, and that it would be well-worth it.

"I don't know you," he whispered to the tiny bundle, "but I want to."

Letting out a tiny yawn, Avonlea wiggled and poked her arms out of the pink blanket before snuggling back down and closing her eyes. Her hand settled on Eugene's finger and she grasped it, curling her little fingers around it.

"And I think she's got her daddy wrapped around her little finger already." Rapunzel said with a smile.

"Just like her momma." Eugene said, knowing full well this was true. "She's got me wrapped around her finger." He kissed Rapunzel softly. "I love you, my new dream."

"Ditto." Rapunzel smiled. "You're gonna be the best daddy ever."

And with that, they snuggled up with the newest addition to their new dream.

oOo

Later that day, visits with the new little princess had been done, Rapunzel was resting, and all was quiet in the castle. Avonlea was sleeping in her bassinet – or, rather, supposed to be. She whimpered a tiny cry as Eugene came back into the room and removed his boots. Eugene, simply not being able to resist the helpless cry of the newborn, got up and took her in his arms and cradled her gently, speaking to her in soft, soothing tones.

"Hey, little miss Avonlea. Don't cry, little girl. Yeah. Daddy's here. How are you doin', huh? How's your day goin'? Today was a pretty big day for you."

Avonlea stopped fussing and her lips wriggled into a tiny smile. Eugene smiled back at her. She was smart. She still remembered his voice.

"See, in case you're a little confused, this is Momma and Daddy's room. We live in the castle. And over there, that's your mommy. But you already knew that, I think. I mean, you know, you've been hanging out with her for the past what, nine months? Anyway. Your mother, well, she's always happy and bubbly. She's pretty much fearless, and good fryin' pans, she's pretty. I love her very much. You know that. She's better than anything I dreamed – that's 'cause she's my new dream. And now look at you, now you're part of that dream. You've heard our story, haven't you? And I mean, you know her too, so you tell me, how could a person not love her?"

Eugene smiled as he looked over at Rapunzel, who was still sleeping.

"And, well, I'm your daddy. I guess you know me a little bit from all our conversations, huh?" he grinned a little before exhaling a sigh. "And honestly…I'm scared to death."

He swallowed. He hadn't really ever pictured himself as a father – at least not before Rapunzel, and the idea of it, in all honesty, did scare him. In the past months he'd been able to prepare himself a little bit for becoming a father, but still he never could've imagined that feeling when the two of them were turned into three. Of course he'd known about her and already loved her for so long, yet when she took her first little breath, it suddenly became so real. She was their daughter; they were her momma and daddy. They were a family.

"I don't deserve your momma. I don't deserve her to love me. But she does…and now we've got you. You probably deserve to have someone who knows more about being a dad, but…I promise I'll try. I love you, Avvie. I'll try to be the best daddy out there. Yeah, 'course I won't be, but I promise I'll try. Everything you need, I'll try to be."

He tapped her nose. "And as for you, I suppose we'll see about that. Maybe you'll have your mama's green eyes – try to, okay? – or maybe Daddy's brown. Either way, you'll have superhuman good looks. Maybe you'll have more of a roguish, cunning personality, like Daddy here."

Avonlea unexpectedly gave a tiny sneeze, to which Eugene chuckled at.

"Alright, maybe not. Maybe you'll be like your mommy, huh? Between you and me, that's just fine. We could use a few more people like her. I'm sure that's what you'll do, just to give Daddy a tough job of keeping up with both of you." He smiled. "But…whoever you turn out to be, you're forever part of us. You're one of us. We're a family."

There was a long pause where he just watched the bundle. His daughter. His baby girl.

He blinked quickly after a while and started again. "Well, anyway, just wanted to tell you that we love you very much. Yeah, yeah, I know, you probably already knew that, but it's true. You are precious and beautiful and amazing, and don't you ever let anyone tell you otherwise. You and Mommy truly are the best things – the best dreams - that have ever been mine."

He kissed her forehead tenderly, preparing to put her back in her bassinet.

"Hey, uh, Avvie? Can I ask you something?" he said, pausing.

The baby blinked up at him seriously.

"Sweetie, I love you so much…I…would you…you know…"

He sighed.

"…Be mine?"

A/N: I'm sorry, but I loved writing that way too much! Nervous Eugene, screaming, threatening, and angry Rapunzel, and Eugene/Blondie baby fluff 3

But anyway, the baby is HERE! Little miss Avonlea Roseheart. (Which, by the way, Avonlea is pronounced Ah-ven-lee. Just so you know!) And yes, that's their little girl from my other story. Originally I wasn't sure if I was going to use her in this, but in the end I decided to!

You readers and reviewers are amazing and lovely, thank ya so much! Like I said before, an epilogue will probably be up in a few weeks or so. But until then, I've got some Christmas things (and perhaps wedding things?) Up my sleeve to be writing, so be on the lookout! Aaand review and tell me how you liked it!

Edit 5/8/12: I couldn't help but expand on Eugene's conversation with Avvie ;)

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