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"Shh," I opened my eyes, and was more than surprised by who I saw there.

I was looking up, and into the familiar brown eyes of my older sister. Only, it couldn't have been her. It had been just three years since her death. She died when I was sixteen, I was nineteen now. I narrowed my eyes, ready to flip shit when she pressed her perfectly manicured hand over my mouth. I glowered at her again and she chuckled. It was definitely her.

"Don't say a word." She whispered. "Babies are sensitive to things like this. She'll hear me. And she'll definitely hear you."

"How are you here?" I tried to sit up in the bed, but she held me down. I cringed when I felt my incision, from my c-section, pull.

"How was I here the night after the accident? You're just open-minded. I wanted to visit you. I wanted to meet my niece!" She giggled and I rolled my eyes. Suddenly, she was across the room and looking over my daughter. I grinned sloppily, happy to see them together.

I'd named my first baby tonight. She was called Emmalie Rosette Swan. I'd completely named her after my sister, and Emmett. Her aunt and uncle. I wanted them to be a part of her. Especially since it seemed that my daughter was identical to Rosalie. With her pretty blonde mop of hair, and brown eyes. I think one of her eyes were lighter though – so, she may end up more like me in that area. But she definitely looked like Rose did when Rose was a baby.

Rosalie cooed over her, and I snuggled a bit more into my pillow. I liked that I was being watched over. I'd been especially nervous, having my first child before I was twenty. I already passed through College though. It two two years for me to get my degree in English. Even being a stay-at-home mother, and living by both of our parents, I was completely nervous about taking care of her. I was terrified that I would screw up. But, with Rosalie and Emmett always watching us, I knew that I would be safe.

She would get to me if something were to happen.

"I would pick her up, but I'm afraid that I would weaken, and dissipate a bit. I really don't feel like hurting babies tonight." She chuckled and went to sit beside me.

"Yes, I'd rather you didn't kill my daughter. You know Edward would probably...kill you...again." I whispered, my voice shaky. It hurt to talk about it, but it also didn't. It was nice to joke around with my sister again, even though I knew that I'd be heartbroken when I woke up in the morning.

"Yes, Edward," She breathed, looking at Edward. He was sound asleep in the sad, sad chair next to my bed. It wasn't plastic, and it had a foot-stool, but it looked far from comfortable. I cringed at the thought of how his back might feel in the morning. He'd been sleeping over for the baby, and me, and he promised that he would until I was out.

He was so thoughtful.

"You really picked a good one, Bella. He adores you. And my God, how much he loves that baby!" She laughed softly and I shrugged.

"I'm proud of him. He was such a worry-wort through the entire pregnancy. He always worried about if I was happy or not. I don't think he gets that I'm happy no matter what, as long as I have him. And now, now I have his baby. It's amazing, Rosalie. I never thought I could love two people so much..." I felt my eyes begin tearing up again and Rose laughed softly.

"I know, sis. You're doing great though. I promise, your daughter will do great! You'll do amazing, and so will Edward. You all just need to stick things out together. Don't let anyone in your way."

"Thanks, Rosalie. It means a lot."

"Well, you always meant a lot to me." She winked and I giggled. That's when Emmett walked in the door.

"Hey, Bella! Happy to see you feeling good." He smiled as he walked over and began rubbing Rosalie's shoulders. "Congrats on the little one. And thanks for the name – you and Edward are great."

"Thanks, Em." I smiled at him, wishing that I'd gotten to know him better back when he was around. Alive.

That's when my daughter began to cry. Rosalie sighed, leaning in to hug me. "I love you Bella! Take care of your family, and yourself! I'm always around, well...outside of when you are making babies. You get the point. I love you." She laughed awkwardly and I chuckled, kissing her cheek. It was as if she were alive. "See you someday? Just make sure that's a long time from now. You have a baby now."

"Of course," I nodded seriously and she winked.

"Bye, baby!" They both cooed over Emma, and then they were gone.

I blinked, and found Edward getting up to check on her. I looked at him, suddenly getting drowsy again. He grinned widely at me, and went over to pick the small thing up from her little bed. I scooted over a bit and let him into the bed as he rocked our little girl. I wanted to be close to them right now. It was just one of those precious moments.

"Rosalie was in my dream again," I whispered after he finally got her back to sleep. She was sucking on his finger, and that only made me chuckle. "She was visiting Emma. She thanked you. And Emmett did too. He said that he wished he could have been here...you know, to know you as a brother. And to know his niece. But they also made it a point that they're always around, even when we don't feel it."

"I can't believe you still dream about them."

"All the time." I sighed. I did dream about them all the time. That was just the first one that was so real since the night after we lost them. Most of the time, it was of past memories. Things that Rosalie wanted me to remember. Stuff about her, things that I never would have known.

It was always nice.

"I love you, Belle." He breathed.

"As I love you." I whispered back and he grinned at me.

"We're a mom and dad now."

"I know!"

Edward leaned in to tenderly press his lips to mine. I grinned into his, just so ecstatic about everything that had been going on.

Things were finally perfect.

A/N: Okay – that's the end! Very, very short. But, I figured I could do outtakes, or other things if you want. Just have to let me know, because I can't read your minds. Hell, I can't even tell if you're reading this or not.

REVIEW FOR OUTTAKES AND EXTRAS.

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