It's hours before I feel the small hand in mine tighten, and I quickly sit up, pressing my other hand to my daughter's face. She groans, struggling to open her eyes as we watch her regain consciousness. Her mouth opens, and a cry comes out, which is exactly what I feared.

I grab the button for pain medicine, quickly hitting it as I caress her cheek. "It's okay, little one," I say. "You're safe now."

Her green eyes open, immediately piercing mine as she blinks slowly, taking me in. She opens her mouth a few times, but nothing comes out.

"I'm not sure if you know it, but I'm your dad, pretty girl."

"I-I . . . know," she exhales as tears fill her eyes. "I-I found y-you."

I nod, caressing her cheek as tears fill mine too. "You did. I've got you now, baby, and I'm never letting you go. No one will ever hurt you again."

She cries, and it breaks my already shattered heart. I can't help myself. Gingerly, I pull her into my arms and hold her. Her small hand grips the back of my shirt as her tears dampen the front, and we stay like this for minutes. I'm afraid to let her go, and she shows no signs of wanting me to. Eventually, I pull back and wipe away her tears.

She's so beautiful—like an angel.

My angel.

"I've loved you forever," I tell her. "I have so many questions—and I'm sure you do too—but there's no reason to rush. I'm sure you're exhausted."

She shakes her head. "No, I'm supposed to . . . Mom is . . . I-I can't remember," she cries. "I know where she is, but . . . why can't I remember?"

"You were hit by a car and suffered a brain injury. It'll all come back with time. Right now, let's just focus on you. I swear we'll find your mom."

Right now, I want answers so badly, but I can't push her. It's not surprising she has some memory loss, but hopefully, with time, it'll all come back. I just need to support her.

"These are my parents, your grandparents," I say, pointing to them as they smile at her, wiping away tears as they fall. This is their granddaughter, and they're seeing her for the first time after almost fifteen years. It's bittersweet for them, and I know there is so much they want to say, but I know they will wait until she is stronger. "I still need to call your grandpa, Charlie, but I didn't want him to worry needlessly. He's going to want to know all about your mom."

She nods. "I swear I know where she is, but it's so fuzzy, and I can't remember."

The fact that Bella is alive is all that matters to me. If she's held on for fifteen years, she can hold on a little longer until our daughter can talk.

"What's your name, little one?"

"Finley Eden Cullen. Mom said my middle name is after you."

My heart grows as I realize she's right. Eden wasn't any of our choices, but Finley was because it means warrior. My little girl is a warrior, so it fits perfectly.

"My sweet Finley." I kiss her forehead, which she doesn't rebuff. "We've been calling you Lucy because of your hair and freckles, but Finley is much better. Can I call you Finn?"

She nods. "Mom does."

Of course, she does. She mentioned it as a nickname when she first mentioned it. It fits our girl perfectly.

"All right, Finn, why don't you try to rest? I'm sure, even with the pain meds, you're hurting, and rest will help."

"I am tired," she admits. "But there's s-so much to t-tell you."

"I'm not leaving your side, so I'll be here to listen. Just rest for me, baby girl. I swear I'm not leaving."

She tears up again. "I love you."

I pull her back into an embrace, being careful of the wires and tubs. "God, I love you too, Finley. I love you more than words, my sweet baby girl."

I let her go, and she closes her eyes, and then I fall apart.

I cry.

I wait until she's asleep, and then I cry fifteen years' worth of tears. My mom rubs my back, and my dad tells me to let it out.

I missed nearly fifteen years of my baby's life. She's here, she loves me, but I've missed her so much. I want every moment with her back. I want her birth, I want her first step, I want it all. But it's lost to me. Every moment has passed, and I was none the wiser about her existence.

I'm so fucking mad.

Bella is alive and needs me to save her, which I plan on doing. They were taken from us; that's the truth. I didn't get much from our short conversation, but I got that. As soon as she's better, Finn and I are going to find Bella and bring her home

I'll call in every favor I have, and I won't stop until I have both of them back.

I'm a goddamn man on a mission now.

. . . . .

I sleep while Finn does, waking when she does. She hits her button, but it takes time for the pain medication to work. I tell her how much I love her during those moments we wait. She smiles at me, and it's everything I dreamed of. Her smile is brilliant and makes my heart soar. It's not the most productive sleep schedule, but it's better than before.

I called Charlie late last night, knowing it'd be wrong to keep this from him any longer. He was at a loss for words but promised to be here first thing this morning to meet his granddaughter. Of course, he wanted to know about Bella, but Finn couldn't tell me much last night. She'd start to talk and then doze off.

When Finn wakes up at six in the morning, it seems she's going to be up for a while. It's just the two of us in the room, and her eyes rest on me, and I smile.

"How's your pain, baby?"

She shrugs slightly. "My, like, hips hurt a lot. So does my leg. And my stomach itches."

I nod. "Because you have about twenty staples holding your insides in. But the pelvis and leg are from the accident. Both were broken. Do you need another dose of medicine?"

She wrinkles her nose and shakes her head. "It makes me too sleepy."

"Well, you need the rest."

"No, I'm tired of sleeping," she sighs. "There's so much I need to tell you."

I nod my head. "Whenever you're ready."

"I'm ready now, Dad," she says with determination. "Are you sure you are?"

I squeeze her hand. "Tell me everything you can, sweet girl."

"Mom was kidnapped. The guy in charge, Aro, kept her for himself. Otherwise, she would have been sold. Mom said she made a deal and got to keep me. I've lived on the ranch all my life, and Aro came to take Mom a lot. I just . . . I can't remember where it is. There's so much more, but that's the biggest stuff."

My mind is reeling as I listen to Finn's words. Kidnapped. Aro. Kept her for himself. Ranch. I want to explode, but I can't. I can't let her see how upset I am. She's been to hell, and now she's back.

"Do you remember how you got away?"

She nods. "Some guy. He got me off the ranch and sent me here, telling me where to find you."
Again I want to scream. Some guy? Who? Did he know me?

"So you were looking for me?" She nods, and my heart breaks. We were so close until that fucking car. "You recognized me, didn't you?"

She nods again. "I remember running across the intersection to get to you, and then everything is blank."

I can imagine it is. And I'm thankful she doesn't remember the pain of being hit. "I ran to you," I say. "You were so broken, and we had to put you back together. I'm a trauma surgeon, so I operated on you. After that, the police showed me the photo of your mom and me you had in your bag. Needless to say, I'm not your doctor anymore, but everyone taking care of you here is excellent. I couldn't have picked better people."

"How bad is it?"

"It was touch and go for a while. We actually lost you during surgery, but I managed to get you back. You scared the hell out of me, sweet girl. You'll have a long recovery, but you'll be good as new with time."

I tell her more about her injuries as breakfast comes. She turns her nose up at the eggs and toast, saying she's not hungry. I ask her what she likes, and she points to the apple juice. I quickly stick the straw in it for her, and she downs it in a few sips, but she needs actual food too.

"What will you eat? I can have your grandma bring it when she comes."

They've been staying in a hotel nearby, unwilling to make the four-hour drive home just to come back.

"A bagel?" she asks timidly, and I smile, nodding.

"You got it, baby."

I text Mom and ask her to stop at the bakery down the street, which she quickly agrees to. She mentions she's bringing some of the clothes and necessities Alice bought. Finley needs to get cleaned up anyway, so it's good timing. She mentioned she was feeling a little gross last night, so I figured Mom and a nurse could help her today.

There's a knock on the door, and Peter enters, doing his morning rounds. He quickly signs into the computer and then introduces himself to Finn. She's timid, shaking his hand, but he gets her to warm up to him fairly quickly. His exam goes smoothly, and he shows me her latest blood work, which looks good. As he's leaving, Tanya comes in for her exam, and Finn seems a little more receptive to a woman.

"When can I leave here?" Finn asks, and Tanya smiles sadly.

"Not for a bit, I'm afraid," Tanya says. "Your team of doctors will decide when it's time. For now, let's focus on getting you out of the ICU. All you have to do for that is rest and heal. Once you're in a regular room, we'll start discussing discharge."

Finn pouts, and I find it adorable. Bella hated hospitals too.

Once Tanya leaves, and we're alone again, I sit on the edge of the bed and brush her hair back. "Your grandma will be here soon with some clothes," I say. "I'm sure you'd like to get cleaned up."

She nods quickly, crinkling her cute nose. "I feel gross. Can I shower?"

"Not exactly, but Grandma and a nurse will help you clean up, so you'll feel better. We'll get you out of bed today, and I'd like you to sit in the recliner for a few hours. Lying in bed all the time has its own issues I'd like to avoid."

"I can't wait, honestly. It feels weird just lyingaround. Even if I were sick, I couldn't do that at the ranch. Caius would get angry if my chores weren't done."

I cock my head. "Who's Caius?"

"Aro's brother. He ran the ranch when Aro was away, which was a lot. He hates Mom and me." And then she adds in a whisper, "He was planning on selling me."

My blood boils, and I know this case requires federal attention. "Mom isn't in Washington, is she?" I also wonder how Finn got here.

She shakes her head. "No . . . but I can't remember where she is."

I reach out, caressing her cheek. "That's okay, little one. In time, we'll figure it all out. These names help, though. Do you think you can give me a list of names?"

She nods and starts rattling them off. She doesn't have a last name for anyone, but this has to help the police who are coming here this afternoon. Aro and Caius are unique names, so they should be easy to find in their database.

"You've done amazing, sweetheart," I say as the door opens and Mom and Dad come through—both holding two duffle bags.

My eyes bulge. "You both know she's not moving in here, right?"

"Alice," they both say, rolling their eyes as they laugh.

I should have known that my sister-in-law wouldn't go light, but this is a lot. They place the bags on the bed, and Mom opens them, looking through the clothing, which is mostly pajamas. Finn looks at the things longingly, touching the soft material carefully.

"These are . . . mine?" she asks, and Mom grins.

"All yours, honey. Would you like to pick out some pajama bottoms?"

Finn nods, and Mom starts laying things out. It takes a while, but eventually, she settles on a pair of thin, red, and black flannel pants. "These feel warm."

Mom agrees, telling her they'll look good on her. Her nurse, Angela, comes in soon after, and the two of them decide it's a good time for Finn to get up. She has to stay connected to the monitor and IVs, so Dad and I leave to let them work. We head down to the cafeteria for a bite to eat since Mom only brought one bagel for Finn, which she quickly scarfed down while looking at clothes. It's not the most balanced meal, but I'm just glad she ate.

"How was last night?" Dad asks as we sit down with our food.

I shrug. "She slept a lot but kept waking up in pain, so I woke up and stayed with her until she could fall back asleep. I'd say, collectively, we got a few good hours of sleep.

He nods. "You look a little more rested today. Did she tell you anything?"

"Yeah, Bella was kidnapped. She even gave me names. I fucking knew my wife didn't just wander off."

"When are the police coming?"

"Not until this afternoon, but they need to call in the Feds. Bella's not in Washington, according to Finn, and she didn't outright say it, but it sounds like sex trafficking. Dad, that information about killed me. She said Bella wasn't sold and was kept by the leader. But fuck. She's probably been through hell."

"We'll find her and get her all the help in the world—Finn too. Is she going to see a counselor while she's here? I know you've spoken to social work, but she will need therapy."

I nod, knowing he's right. "It's on my list. Right now, I'm focusing on getting her out of the ICU, but it's still too soon. I'm hoping in two to three days, we can move her as long as there are no complications. Her brain looks good—Peter's impressed by how well she's doing post-bleed. And her leg isn't showing any signs of infection. I want to ultrasound her abdomen later, which I'm sure Benjamin will order for me."

When I had to step down from caring for Finn, I asked my coworker, Benjamin Adel, to care for her. So far, he's done everything I've asked, so I'm sure he won't mind ordering an ultrasound just for my peace of mind.

"She's definitely a fighter, son. Now, how are you doing?"

"I have my daughter, Dad." I smile sadly. "I hate what it took to get her back, but I have her now. The only other thing I need is her mother . . . my wife, Bella."

"I understand, but I'm sure you're still shocked. I know I am."

I nod. "Yeah, I guess so. It's tough for me to be away from her. Like, right now, all I want to do is run back upstairs."

"I can imagine that, but she needs some time to get cleaned up. She'll feel much better after. Your mom will text me when she's ready, and it shouldn't take them much longer." I nod, wishing the text would come through soon

It's torture being away from my baby girl. I'm terrified she needs me, and I'm not there, scared something will happen to her and worried I might miss something.

Thankfully, not long after we finish our sandwiches, Dad gets the text, and we basically run for the elevators. I even walk ahead of him when we get off, going straight for Finn's room. What I find surprises me. Mom's sitting behind Finn, brushing her hair gently—minding the bandage over her incision. Finn looks . . . relaxed for once, and it warms my heart she can be that way around my mom.

She's still wearing the gown but now has the pajamas covering her legs—though Mom did have to cut her left pant leg to fit around the cast. She's even wearing cat slippers and wiggles her toes, showing them to me.

"Aren't they pretty?" she asks.

I lean down, kissing her forehead. "Yes, they are. You look beautiful too. How do you feel? Tired?"

She shrugs. "A little because I needed some pain medicine, but I'm okay. Grandma said she'll braid my hair once my head heals."

"That'll look just wonderful, little one. I think you should probably nap, though."

Mom nods and pulls Finn's hair into a loose bun. "We were just talking about that before you both came back, but she didn't want to fall asleep without you."

I sit on the edge of the bed once Mom moves to a chair and take Finn's hand. "I'm here now, baby girl. I won't leave your side as you rest."

She lifts an arm, and I quickly realize she wants to hug me, so I carefully pull her into my arms. As I rock her gently, I feel her body go limp. Gently, I lay her back and just look at her in awe. This is my kid. I've waited fifteen years to be a dad, and it feels indescribable. Every time I look at her, my heart grows. I didn't know it was possible to love another human being so much. I love Bella more than words, but this person we created? My heart can't measure the love I feel.

"Sweet dreams, my little Finley," I whisper, pressing my lips to her forehead.

Don't own Twilight.

Thanks to May, Brier, and Mary for prereading. And thanks to Fran for beta'ing.

I just couldn't wait for you all to meet Finn! Thank you for reading!