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Hello everyone in Fan Fiction Land :D

First, I would like to say a late merry christmas and I hope everyone had an amazing new year :D

I haven't updated in ages for the simple fact that I've had major exams all this week and it's just so much work that I've needed to concentrate on my studies, so I've only been writing this chapter in small bits when I had time.

But, better late then never :D

A couple of you weren't too thrilled with the fact that I picked the baby to be a boy; I'd picked boy all the way through, and the name I've chosen, which you will find out in this chapter, has been playing on my mind for a while :D

So, I hope you enjoy this chapter...

It was all surreal. My whole entire life had changed dramatically in less than a couple of minutes. I'd gone from being a normal 17 year old girl, with future aspirations and goals, to a mother, who's only care in the world from now on, was her child's.

My own life didn't matter anymore; nothing I would do ever again would be for my own benefit, it would be for my baby boy's welfare. In less than a couple of minutes, when I was at the last stages of giving birth to my son, my life now had a newer, more wonderful meaning.

I was the provider of another human being. Not only did this thought excite me, but it scared the hell out of me.

I looked down into my baby's eyes, his face just perfect; no imperfections or worries, just calm and serene. He was definitely beautiful, I mean, he did have the Cullen genes in him, but he just seemed to emit this aura off of him, that just calmed me down straight away.

It was breathtaking.

I couldn't quite remember what happened after my baby was given to me; everything else just blanked out. From that moment, I cared dearly for this life, and I didn't care about anything else. This little baby, my son, was the most precious thing to me; I couldn't quite describe how he made me feel.

After all the hustle and bustle of cleaning me up and cleaning my room up, everyone left, and it was just me, Edward, and our son. I glanced at Edward, who looked mesmerized by this little human I held in my arms. He looked scared, nervous, happy, excited and joyous, all in one emotion; love.

I could tell from Edward's eyes that he already loved this baby, and that he would give him whatever he wanted in life. It really was amazing.

After about 15 minutes of just peaceful silence, I finally spoke.

"Edward, we have a baby." I said, smiling like a fool. He returned the smile and he nodded.

"Yeah, we do. A baby boy. Guess you were right all along about him being a boy." I laughed and I stared at my son. He really was lovely. I know that every baby is adorable and cute when they're born, but my baby was a beyond all of the other babies in the world. He not only had my brown eyes, but he had the slight bronze-coloured tone to his little locks of hair. He was perfect.

"Do you want to hold him?" I asked Edward, who just looked thrilled before nodding his head. I gently placed the baby into Edward's awaiting arms, then I just sat back and stared at my two very special boys.

It really was a sight to see; Edward looked just right holding his son, and you could definitely see the love in his eyes.

"Hello son, it's me, your daddy." He said. That just made a lump in my throat before a tear fell down my eye. Edward looked over at me, all worried.

"Bella, what's the matter?" He said alarmingly. I smiled at him and caught my words before I spoke.

"It's just, you look like you were always made to be a father, Edward." I said, sniffling. He smiled back before looking back down at the baby and kissing his head softly. He looked serene, and in that moment, all the worries I'd ever had about whether Edward or myself were ready to take on this life changing challenge, they'd dissolved. As soon as I saw my baby boy for the first time, they weren't even coherent in my mind, and now, looking at Edward, holding our son, I knew that his worries had gone too.

"Right, I'd better go and tell everyone the good news." He said before handing back the baby. I took him like he was a breakable diamond, like even the slightest change in pressure could cause a crack. Once Edward left the room to tell everyone about the baby, I couldn't help but continuously stare at this being that Edward and I had created. Flawless; that was the word I would use to describe him.

It wasn't long before I heard voices coming from down the hall, and a very familiar pixie-like voice asking a million and one questions. I laughed at the thought of what Edward's face was like, but then I saw it for real as he turned into the doorway, with the rest of his family and my family, following like a flock of sheep.

The first person to come over was my mom and dad. I was glad that they would be the first people to see and hold their grandson. My mom had tears trickling down her cheeks.

"Oh, Bella, he's beautiful." She said through tears.

"Do you want to hold him?" I asked, and, like I'd pictured, she was all too willing to be the first person to hold my baby. She looked down at him with such pride, such love, it really was over whelming. Next to have him was my dad, and I swear I thought I saw a tear roll down his cheek. Again, like my mother, the love he was emitting was so warm, so beautiful. He turned towards me and smiled.

"I'm so proud of you Bella." I was chocked up. My dad had gone from slapping me across my face when I told him I was pregnant, to telling me he was proud of me. It was a real moment for us.

Next to hold the baby was obviously Esme and Carlisle. Again, they looked at him with such love; it really was flowing all around the room. Next was Alice, who, I had to admit, Edward and I were both a bit apprehensive about letting her hold the baby, because she was just so hyper all the time, but, I don't know if it was because she was pregnant, but she looked so motherly when she held him; it really did shock me. Jasper did attempt to hold the baby, but I think it freaked him out a little, so his hold last about a minute before Rosalie held him. She was good with him. But she just didn't seem to have that motherly touch; maybe it would come one day, when she was ready. Then, last but certainly not least, Emmett held his arms out for Rose to place my son into them. I was worried; not that Emmett might drop my baby or anything, but that he might hold him too tightly with his massive bear-type arms. I held my breath as he got him into the right position, but then I was speechless. He really did look all paternal with a baby in his arms. He looked down at him like he was something so precious, which I thought he was, but then again, I was biased. He even started talking to him, telling him how happy he was that he didn't have to see him get pushed out of me, and that he was glad he was here. I was happy and content. After a good 10 minutes of holding him, Emmett gave the baby back to Edward.

"So love, how're you feeling?" Esme said, patting my leg from the end of my bed.

"Umm, I don't actually feel too bad; just tired, that's all. I'm sorry that you guys had to wait so long, he just didn't want to come out." I said whilst placing a hand onto my child. They all giggled and agreed.

"So, have you thought of any names yet?" Alice said. I looked at Edward and when he looked back, I smirked at him. He shook his head before speaking.

"Bella and I had made a little prediction about what the sex of the baby was going to be. I said it would be a girl, and she said a boy. So, as Bella was right, I think she can pick the name." He said before winking at me. I felt quite smug that I was right; I mean, had he not heard of mother's intuition?

I'd been thinking about a few names, occasionally telling Edward what I was thinking, but, because he was a Cullen, he thought he was going to be right, so he didn't really give them a chance, so, it was really down to me. The name that I really liked came to me by accident really, when I was out in the shops. I was about 7 months pregnant, and I was really craving some ice-cream, so I went to the supermarket to get some. I drove there, so I parked my car and walked straight to the frozen section of the store. Once I was over by all the frozen desserts, I was having a hard time picking out which flavoured ice-cream I wanted; chocolate brownie, or strawberry ripple. I finally decided on the strawberry ripple after a good 20 minutes thinking of the pros and cons of getting either ice-cream, when I felt someone tap on my shoulder. I turned around quite suddenly, causing me to lose my balance and go falling to the floor. When I looked up, I saw a man, maybe in his late 20's, early 30's, with a pair of jeans and a shirt on, carrying a basket full of shopping. He looked shocked that a pregnant girl had just fallen down in the middle of a store. His hand was held out, so I grabbed it instinctively.

"Are you alright?" He asked, sounding a bit worried. Once I found my balance and I picked my ice-cream back up off the floor, I looked at him, feeling the blush creep up my neck and cheeks.

"Oh my gosh, I'm such an idiot." I said, before he started chuckling to himself.

"I was wondering, are these, by any chance, your car keys?" He asked, holding a key chain with a car key and a couple of other keys linked on there. They were in fact mine.

"Oh, yes, they are. How the hell did I manage to drop them?" I said as a rhetorical question, not expecting him to answer.

"Maybe the same way you managed to turn and fall like a sack of potatoes." He chuckled again, this time a little louder. I chuckled too, because only I would manage to fall over without even moving an inch. He handed me my keys and smiled down at me.

"Thank you so much for finding my keys, I would of been stuck here all night if I'd of lost them." I said.

"Ah, it's no problem, can't have a pregnant woman stranded here." I chuckled before I turned to walk away. I stopped myself, before turning back around to face this stranger.

"Umm, if you don't mind me asking, what's your name?" Okay, it was probably a very weird thing to ask this man who I'd just this second met on very weird circumstances, but I was pregnant, and that was a good excuse if I had to use it.

"My name is Riley. And yours?" He said politely.

"Bella." I smiled before saying my goodbyes and thanks for the keys, before turning away and paying for my ice-cream.

So, ever since that time in the supermarket, I've really liked the name Riley. Once I'd finished my reverie, I looked at everyone in the room, who were all waiting for me to say his name. I smiled at Edward before speaking.

"Okay, I've chosen a name. So, everyone, this is Riley Anthony Cullen." I stated with pride. They all smiled, especially Esme, probably at what I used as his middle and surnames. Edward and I never did tell them that we were going to use Cullen as the baby's last name, whether or not Edward and I did get married in the future; I knew it was secretly important to Edward that, even at this early age, his family name should be carried on, especially with his first son.

For the next half an hour, we all just gleamed over the baby and praised how gorgeous he was. Carlisle couldn't stay much longer after that, as he wanted to get home to get cleaned up so he could come back to work. I, on the other hand, had to stay in overnight just to make sure the baby and I were both okay. Edward, being the son of a doctor in this very hospital, had permission to stay with me and help with the baby so that I could sleep, which I thought was really nice.

Eventually, everyone departed from the hospital, wishing both Edward and I congratulations and more gushing over the new arrival, and soon, we were alone.

Nothing much happened after that. It was about 4:30pm by the time everyone left, and the baby was fast asleep, so I told Edward to go home for a bit. He was very adamant though, saying that I could need him if the baby woke up or if I couldn't get up to see to him. I told him to calm down and that if I needed him, I'd ring him. He eventually agreed and after kissing the baby and me a million times, he was gone, and I was on my own.

To be quite honest, I liked that I was on my own, just for a little while. It had been a crazy time, what with me going into labour so unexpectedly, and with the whole Edward not getting here on time and just the utter exhaustion of the actually birth, and then trying to look half alive when the whole family was here. Now that I was in the silence, I could really contemplate what had happened.

Not a long contemplation though.

I heard the baby whimpering a little, before he really started to scream the place down. I quickly got up and walked over to the crib, where my little boy was kicking his legs and screaming until his face was red. I picked him up and started rocking him back and forth. I heard a knock on the door and saw my midwife standing there. She walked over and started grabbing a couple of item from the cupboards in the room.

"Okay Bella, I'm going to show you how to breast feed." I was still clueless about most things to do with a baby, but I had been reading up on it, and Edward and I both decided I was going to breast feed the baby until he was a little older, just because it was meant to be healthier for the baby and we wouldn't have to waste money on formula. The midwife told me to lie back down on the bed and put a blanket underneath my chest. It was pretty weird to start off with, but it was a new experience.

After Riley had had his feed, the midwife then showed me how to burp him properly, and then she showed me how to change a diaper. I'd never had to do this sort of stuff, being an only child and all, so I was really learning from the beginning. It wasn't too bad, obviously it would take some practice to get it right, but I seemed to have the basics down. Once the midwife was done with showing me some of the basics of being a mother, Riley was fast asleep again, so I put him back in the crib. I then had a while to sleep a little or watch some TV. It was about two hours after the first feed, that I heard Riley stir in his crib, so I got up and started the process of feeding, burping and changing him. The midwife said that I should be feeding him every 2-3 hours, and once she said that, the only thought that came into my head was that I wasn't going to be getting much sleep in the nights.

It was about 7:00pm by the time Edward appeared at the doorway. He was holding the bag that we'd packed for when I did go into labour, which had some of everything a newborn could want. He smiled at me as he walked over to the bed.

"Hello mommy." He said before leaning down and kissing me hard on the lips. Once he pulled away I smiled back.

"Hello daddy." I said. It felt really weird, to know that we were actually a mommy and a daddy to this beautiful boy. Edward walked over to the crib and placed his hand on Riley, who was fast asleep still.

From then, on, it was a pretty basic routine. I relayed the information that the midwife had given me about feeding times and the basics, and then, as if like clockwork, every 2 hours or so, there would be a little noise or stir from the crib, which meant Riley was awake and hungry, so I would do the feeding and burping, and Edward would change the diaper. I was very grateful that the hospital let Edward stay with me in the night, as I was still kind of sore from the labour, and my energy just seemed to stay on empty the whole day, never mind how many naps I'd had throughout.

The last thing I remember was Edward led next to me on the bed, the TV on, and the baby fast asleep, then I just seemed to forget everything.

...

For a first night with a newborn baby, I thought it was pretty successful.

Of course, I was awake with him roughly every 2 hours, but as soon as I finished feeding and changing him, he went straight back off to sleep. There was only one mishap in the whole night...

It must of been about 4:30am, and I was fast asleep, and Edward had gone to the bathroom. I was so tired, so exhausted mentally, and I was having the most amazing dream about my little family; about how we would spend the summers together, and when Riley was older, how we would go to the lake and swim and how everything was just so perfect in our little world. Well, because I'd been so deep in sleep, I hadn't heard the baby stir from his sleep for his feed, until I heard a cry that sounded almost painful. I shot my eyes open and it took me a minute to decipher what the noise was, until I realised what the time was.

I was up and out of bed, and I turned the light on to make sure Riley was okay. His little face was red and he had tears rolling down his eyes. I quickly picked him up and held him so tightly to my chest.

"Oh my God, I'm so sorry Riley, I didn't hear you." I had tears rolling down my eyes now, the thought of me neglecting my child, even if it was just for a minute. Edward walked back into the room and he looked worried.

"What happened Bella?" He said, marching straight over to where I was by the crib.

"Edward, I was asleep and I didn't hear him wake up, and I was having such a nice dream that I didn't want it to end, so I stayed asleep, and then he started crying." I was sobbing now. I knew I was over reacting a bit, but my hormones were all over the place, and it was the first night with the baby. Edward stroked my hair before smiling.

"Bella, it's alright, he was going to be okay even if you slept for another 15 minutes. Plus, I would of woken you up as soon as I came back."

I shook my head.

"No, I'm a terrible mother. I've already neglecting my baby and it's only the first night." I rocked Riley from side to side, trying to sooth him. He wasn't crying anymore, but I remembered he was still hungry, so I started to feed him as I sat on the bed. Edward came and sat beside me, stroking my back.

"Bella, it's the first night; you're tired, your hormones are going to be all over the place, and you've got to remember, you've never done anything like this before. It's going to take some adjustments and some practice, but we'll both get there in the end and we'll be the best parents that we can to our baby boy." I was calmer now, feeling like a total idiot for over-reacting like I had. When I looked down again, Riley was asleep in my arms, so I didn't bother to change him again and I put him back in his crib. After that, Edward and I both went back to bed and we both slept, wrapped in each other's loving embrace.

...So, our first night wasn't a huge disaster.

After we both went back to sleep, I slept peacefully until about 7:00am, when I awoke to people talking outside my room. I could feel Edward wasn't beside me, so I looked over towards the crib and he wasn't stood by it. I sat up and stretched, with slight pain to my back and my stomach. I walked over to the crib, where Riley looked so peaceful. I walked into the bathroom and washed my face with some warm water, to try and feel a little fresher. I was hoping that I would be able to go home today, as there wasn't any problems with me or the baby. When I walked back into the room, Edward was stood by the crib, staring intently at the person inside the crib, when he heard me walk towards him and he smiled.

"Morning baby, how're you feeling?" He asked, kissing me.

"I'm okay, a bit sore still, but nothing too bad. Where did you go?" I asked, curious.

"I was speaking to the midwife. She says that you can go home today after the doctor has been around to check you and Riley are okay." I nodded with excitement and sat back down on the bed. Edward followed but sat in the chair next to the bed.

"I was asking the midwife about last night..." He started. I looked confused, wondering what he meant.

Just then, the midwife walked into my room. She smiled at both of use before taking a seat the end of the bed.

"Morning both, how did you find last night?" She said in a very chipper mood.

"It was good." I said, smiling at her, then at Edward, who smiled back and nodded. The midwife started writing stuff down in a pad before speaking again.

"So, were there any problems or any questions you would like to ask?" I shook my head and looked over at Edward, who looked like he was thinking about something, before he started speaking.

"I have a question," He said, "I was wondering, Bella was up a lot last night because the baby would wake, but every time she got up to see him, he was having milk and taking it. Is that normal?"

He looked over at me and squeezed my hand. When I thought about it, I was feeding him a lot, maybe I wasn't supposed to?

"Well, in the first few weeks when the baby is born, it's going to want to be fed every 2 to 3 hours, whether it's night time or not. Also, because you're breastfeeding, it will want more food again because breast milk digests quicker than formula. In a couple of week, you should find that the baby is going to have less feed and he will sleep longer in the nights, but for right now, I'm afraid you're on his time." She smiled at us before writing some more stuff down. After another 10 minutes of more questions and talking, she left us to it.

When she left, Riley stirred and woke up. I walked over to the crib and looked at him. His eyes were wide open, and he seemed very content just lying there. Edward came and put his arms around my waist and hugged me from behind. He started kissing my neck before speaking.

"I hope you don't mind that I asked the midwife if you were feeding him right, it's just it seemed like a lot that you were feeding him." I turned around and wrapped my arms around his neck.

"It's fine that you have questions, but now we know that it's normal and it will change." He smiled and nodded before kissing me. Then, the baby started whimpering so I pulled away.

"Look at that, my son is already demanding, and he's 2 days old." I chuckled before picking him up and cradling him to my chest. Edward came and smoothed his head.

"Yeah, we only have another 18 years of this before he can go to college and become a doctor or a lawyer." I looked at Edward with disgust.

"Please, my son is much more artistic than that, he'll become a writer or a poet." I smiled at Edward who looked shocked.

"No, he can become a baseball player, or a football star." I chuckled and stared at Riley.

"Look, we don't mind what you become when you're older, just please don't go having any children when you're 17, at least wait until you're over 25." I said, talking to Riley, who looked like he was paying full attention. Edward chuckled and agreed.

"Yeah, please wait, I don't think our parents could take becoming great grandparents." I laughed, and so did Edward. I walked over to the bed and started feeding Riley.

At about 11:00am, the doctor came around and started asking questions and he looked over Riley. He was happy that we were both fine and we could go home. I was so excited, as was Edward, that we could finally leave this hospital and start our brand new lives.

Our new lives as a family.

...

Riley Anthony Cullen

Born: 17th December 2010 at 11:00pm

Weight: 7lbs 5oz

Length: 17'' long

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So, did everyone like this chapter?

I hope no one is too disappointed with the name choice or anything; I did want to keep it 'twilighted' so I picked Riley :D

There is going to be another chapter after this, and then a possible 2 more chapters with an epilogue.

I will be doing a sequel to this story, which I hope you're all excited for, because I'm excited to start it :D

So, R+R as usual, leave any comments if you liked the name choice or if you just want a random chat :D

Next chapter will be up sometime next week (fingers crossed)

Rhiannon x