A/N: First of all—everyone STOP reading and go get a few Kleenex, because you WILL need it. I was planning on us seeing glimpses of Amelia's short life as the rest of the story unwound also. But I realized I don't want to drag this out, but just get it out of my head—and then write HAPPY stuff. Oh, one other thing—I'm changing the year Amelia was born—it's now 2007, not 2008. Ok, you've been warned—Until next time—ya'll are the best—PCGirl.

PC: 2020

Alison walked through the curtained area at Trinity and slid next to Livvie on the couch, "Hey."

"Hi."

"Rafe, Caleb, and Ian are out at the bar—do you want to join them?"

"No, I think I want to be by myself for a bit. Did you know what today was?" she asked as she looked up at her.

"Oh Livvie, of course I did—it's the birthday of my little girl's guardian angel," she smiled as she gave Livvie a hug.

PC: 2007

"Hey, sorry I'm late—I've felt weird all day and have been trying to take it easy, but the feeling won't go away," said Livvie as she slipped into her chair between Alison and Jasmine at the table at Mario's.

"Are you ok?" asked Alison. She and Livvie were both six months pregnant—their due dates only a week apart, and when she had gone out shopping with Livvie the day before she had noticed a slight tiredness in her eyes then, but it seemed to have gotten worse today.

"Yeah, I think I should be fine—it might be that I just miss Caleb, you know he was supposed to be home like a week ago originally," she said rolling her eyes.

"I don't remember him having to do this much promotional stuff with the first album," commented Alison.

"Yeah, well I think that was due to the free press he got care of Rafe and Jack," laughed Jamal.

"Yeah—you can't make up a better sales pitch than the possibility of the band being full of vampires," she grinned as the waiter came around to give drinks—passing out beer to the three men, but as he began to pour wine in Jasmine's glass she stopped him, "None for me."

"Upset stomach also?" asked Livvie as she saw a grin appear on Imani and Jack's faces. "Wait—are you—pregnant?"

"Yes, I'm only a month along," she smiled as Livvie gave her a hug.

"Well, let me go to the bathroom real quick, and then we can toast. Ugh—I can't wait to not be pregnant and not have to worry about going to the bathroom every five minutes," she laughed getting up.

They continued chatting for a few minutes when Alison spoke up, "I'm going to check on Livvie—she shouldn't be this long," she said getting up. They were silent waiting for Alison to return and when she walked around the corner with blood on her white Capri pants Rafe went white. Alison looked at them speechless, "It's—not—mine," she said through breaths as she tried to calm herself down on the inside, "It's Livvie's." She barely got the words out when Jack and Jamal went flying past her towards the ladies room, and Jasmine got her to sit in a chair.

"Are you ok?" asked Rafe as he looked at her.

"Rafe—there was a lot of blood in there, too much," she said as she began to cry.

"It's going to be ok—I'm going to call 911 and wait outside for them," he said kissing her forehead. "Watch her," he said as he nodded towards Imani and Jasmine before running out of the room.

Rafe couldn't sit—he felt like it was his duty somehow to stand while making the call to Caleb. He'd been trying to get a hold of him for the past two hours—where was he? Finally someone answered, "Hello?" said an unfamiliar voice.

"Caleb?"

"Who?"

"Sorry—is Stephen Clay there?"

"No, he's not—he's busy right now with promoting his new album, can I leave a message?"

"No, I don't want to leave a message—I need to talk to Stephen now."

"I'm sorry, that's not possible. May I ask what this is about?"

"It's about his wife and daughter—tell him Amelia was born early and he needs to get home immediately."

"A-mel-ia," spoke the manager as he wrote down the name. "Well, I'm sure that Mr. Clay will be happy to hear the news."

"No, he won't—don't you understand? She was born three months early, and that's not good. Listen, is he around? I really don't feel right leaving this message."

"No, Mr. Clay is not around."

Caleb had walked into the room when his manager, Craig, had been writing down Amelia's name and he could feel his stomach beginning to knot now—whoever was on the other end—well, he better find out now he thought as he grabbed the phone and put it to his ear.

He had to pull the phone away for a moment as he heard a barrage of Romanian curse words, and then "Damn it—this is not a joke, this is serious business."

"Hey, calm down Slayer," whispered Caleb—his heart was already in his throat—Rafe wouldn't call and act like this if it weren't an emergency, "Is everything ok?"

"NO! It's not ok Caleb—where have you been for the past two hours?" he yelled as Lucy and Kevin came over to the waiting area.

"Sorry—I had a promotional thing—I didn't even think about bringing my cell phone. What's up?"

"Livvie—she had Amelia—Caleb, you have to come home now. Call me when you are on the plane, I'll pick you up at the airport."

"Fine," he said hanging up the phone and grabbing his jacket, "Sorry Craig—family calls."

"You can't leave Stephen. Singer's wives have children all the time—we'll just make a public statement about how happy we are that your wife gave birth to a healthy child."

"Does a healthy child usually weigh somewhere around 3 pounds?" asked Caleb as his anger rose and watched his manager's face drop. "I didn't think so and YOU are the one who doesn't understand—Amelia, she's not supposed to be born yet, she's too early and I have to get there to be with my wife. My wife and two girls are the only thing that matter—this, this is just some stupid hobby I can live without," he said pushing the manager out of the way and then slamming the door.

Caleb was sitting there next to the bed, his hand interlocked with Livvie's, who was still asleep. He kept rubbing the top of her hand and kissing it, hoping she'd wake up soon. Suddenly her hand tightened and she opened her eyes and smiled at him, "Hey sweetheart," he croaked out.

"Caleb—have you been crying?"

"Who me?" he laughed, "No, it's just some really bad allergies," he said rubbing his eyes and making a sniffling sound.

"Liar—what are you doing here?" she said as she realized she was in a hospital bed, "How did I get here? The last thing I remember is that I was at Mario's with the others—Jasmine and Jack are going to have a baby," she smiled as she touched her own stomach and the realization hit her. "Where is Amelia? That's why you are here and that's why you've been crying."

"Amelia is in NICU," he sighed. "I've seen her—she's beautiful, looks just like her mother and big sister," he smiled through tear filled eyes.

"Then why are you crying? Is she ok? I mean she must be so tiny."

"Olivia," he said as his heart went back into his throat, "It's not looking good for our little girl—her lungs are underdeveloped for being born at six months even, and they think she might have a virus also."

"Can I see her?"

"I'll go ask," he said standing up—his back aching from sitting beside her bed for the past few hours, already sore from the plane ride from LA. He gave her a kiss, smoothing her hair out of her face before kissing her again.

As he walked out of the room Rafe and Alison walked up to him, "Is she awake?" asked Rafe, but Caleb didn't say anything—he just kept walking straight past them taking no notice of anything else.

"Ali," said Livvie so softly they could barely hear her speak. The lights were dim when Alison and Rafe walked in the room and saw Caleb sitting in the corner chair, his eyes covered by his hands.

"Come here," said Livvie as she brought her hand out so Alison came next to the bed and saw her holding Amelia, "Amelia," she said softly, "I know your time is short with us, but I want you to meet someone special—her name is Lizzie, and she's going to be coming into the world soon—her mom and I thought you'd be her best friend, but you get to be something more to her—you'll be her guardian angel, ok?. We know that whenever we see Lizzie, well that she will have you nearby in spirit. You are going to be an angel soon—don't be scared though, sweetie—ok?" she said as she kissed her head.

"Livvie," said Alison as she cried and Rafe came up behind her—he himself unable to speak. His eyes had been on Caleb who had looked up at Rafe once since he came in the room. "I'm—I'm glad Lizzie is going to have an angel like this one looking over her," cried Alison and turned to Rafe who pulled her in a hug so she could keep crying.

"Caleb," spoke Livvie. "Come hold her, I think it's time," she said as she was now crying—constantly touching her little girls face in order to remember what she looked like. Caleb got up out of the chair and came next to Livvie who scooted over so he could sit next to her as he held both of them. Livvie looked up as the door closed from Alison and Rafe's silent exit, and then to Caleb who had tears running down his face, "Caleb?"

"Hmm," he said as he wiped away a tear but put his mouth on the side of Livvie's temple.

"She's gone," she said as she bit her lip as she watched Caleb look down as touch his daughter's face as Livvie finally broke down in full out sobs.

"Shhh, Olivia," he said as he looked back to Livvie and kissed her and cradled her while she did the same to their little angel.

Livvie sat there on the couch at Kevin's, her head against Caleb's shoulder as they were silent. It was getting late—already dark outside, and most everyone had left a few hours ago. All that remained now were Livvie, Caleb, Rafe, Alison, and Lucy and Kevin—with the kids playing in Christina's playroom.

"Livvie, we can have Tara home with us—let her have a sleep over with Katie," said Alison as she tried to put on a smile.

"No, it's ok—I think I want Tara home with us tonight," she said as she patted Caleb's leg. "Right, Caleb?"

"If that's what you want sweetheart," he said rubbing his eyes.

"I'll go get her," said Lucy as she got up and Rafe followed her. "It's strange," she whispered.

"What is?"

"Seeing Caleb—vulnerable. It's only happened a few times, you know, but when it does I always get taken aback by it."

"Well, it's hard—you know—when something hits you as hard as losing a child," he said as he came in and saw that all three were asleep. "Hey Princess," whispered Rafe, kissing his daughter and handing Tara to Lucy. "Tell them if they need anything to call, I'm going to stay in here for a few minutes," said Rafe as he picked up Katie and held her tight.

He didn't hear Alison come in, but turned to see her standing there watching him and his daughter quietly walk around the floor, him humming the lullaby his mother sang to him—the words long forgotten, but not the tune or the calmness it brought him, "Hey," he said sheepishly.

"Hey," she grinned. "When Lucy said goodbye's for you—well I knew I'd find you in here holding her," she said as she went and picked up Eddie, "They are fine Rafe—nothing has happened to them, ok? And nothing is going to happen to Lizzie—she has a guardian angel now, remember?"

"I know, it's just that I just wish there was something I could say or do for Caleb and Livvie—you know?"

"Time—I think that's the most we can give them."

Caleb walked into the loft still holding a sleeping Tara, "I'm going to go put her in her room," he said as he pushed Livvie towards the bed.

"Caleb wait—can we, do you think we can let her sleep in the bed with us tonight? I just feel like if I were to have her close to me tonight then maybe I can somehow feel Amelia near me too."

"That's fine, I like that idea too," he said as they went and put Tara in the middle of the bed, and then they both went and got ready for bed and crawled in on each side of her.

"She looks so peaceful right now, like an angel," said Livvie as she began to tear up.

"Hey, don't cry—please don't cry," said Caleb as he put his hand on her face.

"You know what upsets me the most? Is that Tara never got to even see her baby sister. That Tara won't know what she's like, and neither will we. Amelia and Lizzie—they were supposed to be best friends just like Tara and Kate," she said as she closed her eyes—her head resting on one arm, and the other arm lying on Tara's back. Caleb sat there as long as his eyes would stay open and watching them both sleep until sleep finally pulled him under also.