A/N: Again, a massive thank you to Sherry & all of you x x

Epilogue

I was in the middle of lunch when my waters decided to break. I heard a pop followed by an enormous gush of water. I got a big enough fright that I dropped the bowl in my hands. Edward came rushing into the room when he heard the ceramic shatter against the tiled floor.

"What's wrong?" He asked, his eyes examining me with worry.

"I-ah, I think my waters just broke," I mumbled, trying to stop myself from becoming hysterical. Was I really ready to give birth?

"Don't move!" Edward yelled. "Just stay right there. I'll go and call the doctor," he said, leaving the room.

Don't move? Seriously? Did he expect me to stand here, with my clothes drenched, waiting on him? No way.

"Call your mother!" I shouted after him.

Esme had offered to come into the birthing room with us and I had happily accepted. It would be good to have someone with experience with me, someone who could elevate my worries and offer support. If I was honest, I didn't think Edward would be much help to me at all. In fact, I would be surprised if he didn't end up in a bed next to me. He had been a nervous wreck these past few weeks, waiting for jelly bean to show, and him being anxious made me anxious.

By the time I had showered and changed, Edward had all my bags waiting at the front door and was restlessly pacing up and down the hall. "How do you feel?" he asked, rushing to my side as soon as he saw me.

"I'm all right," I said, hoping to reassure him, but it didn't.

"I called my mum, she said she's gonna meet us there, and I called the doctor, he said he's already there with one of his other patients. Apparently the bitch went into labor. Though, I warned him that he better fucking make you a priority or I will blow his mother fucking-"

"Edward," I said, putting my hand on his arm. "Breathe, everything is going to be okay."

And everything was okay, by the time I arrived at the hospital my contractions had started. Derek, our OB, said I was too far gone to have pain meds. So, we went au natural, and it wasn't as bad I thought it was going to be. Yeah, it was painful, but I had worse.

Thirty-three minutes, and several pushes later, our son was born. Dominick Carlisle Castucci, weighing in at 8lbs 11oz and measuring 22 inches. He was going to be tall like his father, in fact, he was just like a miniature version of his father. When I saw the two of them together, I couldn't help, but cry. Our lives were perfect now and nothing would ever take that away from us.