A/N: I forgot to add a disclaimer to the first of these. As always, none of this belongs to me. Also, each story is independent of the others. This one is obviously a happy S/V piece.

Perfect

"It's a girl," the masked and gowned doctor said as he placed the tiny pink bundle in my arms.

I stared at her in awe, all the pain forgotten. Reaching out, I stroked her face with a trembling finger. "Look Vaughn, she has your eyes," I whispered.

"And your cute mouth," he replied reverently.

"Elizabeth Marie Vaughn. our daughter," I said, watching my husband gently run his finger down her arm and count her fingers and toes.

"Ten of each," he confirmed.

My hand joined his on her tummy, both our gazes focused on her face. "She's perfect," we breathed.