A/N: It's Chapter 20! Just 12 more to go!

-Matt Donovan-

Sometimes it's impossible not to be happy, especially now that I am soon to be a father to a beautiful baby girl. I can't wait to hold her in my arms, for Rosie and I to finally complete our family.

It's not been an easy ride, and I regret leaving Rosie like I did. But I came back. And Rosie has forgiven me.

Rosie is eight months pregnant now, and Caroline has started taking bets on what we will be naming the baby. Some of the suggestions going round are quite amusing.

-Two days earlier-

"Chardonnay." Tyler proclaims.

"That's a horrible name!" Kirsten declares, playfully slapping Tyler's arm. "Kirsty is a much better name!"

"That's only because it sounds like your name! I think Beatrice." Elena smiles.

"Shut up! She will be having an Italian name, won't she? Matt?" Rosie pokes me.

"Yes, she will be. We just haven't quite decided which one."

I think Tyler will probably call the baby Chardonnay behind our backs, but maybe he'll come around to our choice eventually.

Rosie has been getting more uncomfortable as the days go by. Elena thinks that the baby is going to arrive early, but Bonnie isn't so sure. Rosie and I will be happy whenever the baby decides to make an appearance. Just maybe not-

"Matt!"

"Rosie?"

"Um, I think the baby's coming!"

Just maybe not now. We're home alone with no transportation.

"Where are you Rosie?"

"In bed! I was trying to sleep."

Just as I reach the top of the stairs, I hear the front door open.

"Matt? Rosie?" Stefan calls out.

"Thank God you just got back Stefan!"

"Why? What's the matter?"

"Rosie's in labour. Or at least we think she is. She needs to go to the hospital."

Stefan runs up the stairs and joins me in the bedroom, where we both stand watching Rosie.

"Are you going to help me stand up or are you just going to stand there gawking?"

We both extend a hand to Rosie, who grasps them firmly. The three of us work together and soon Rosie is stood between us.

"Um, Matt, Stefan. I feel fine now. No pain, nothing."

"False alarm?" Stefan sighs.

"False alarm."

"Elena and I had four false alarms when she was pregnant with Rebekah. We ended up at the hospital each time, and then on the way home after the fourth false alarm, Elena's waters broke."

"Somehow I think this one might just hold on a little bit longer."

A/N: Ta-da! I'm on a bit of a roll lately, so expect more chapters soon.