I was almost totally engulfed in the memory of that day. Courtney was right, it was easily one of the best days of my life. But then, she was always right.

As I looked into the crowd, I knew what I wanted to say, and how I wanted to say it. To this day I still believe that my wife was whispering words into my ear, and I was just saying them.

"You all knew Courtney and Emma. Meaning that you all know that neither of them want anyone to be sad. Courtney and Emma were fighters, and they didn't deserve to be taken so soon. I have no one to blame but myself for this. Everyone in here knows that my life is dangerous. Everyone in here knows that my wife and my daughter were in danger all the time. But I was selfish, I could have let Courtney go back to school when we just found out that she was in town. But I didn't, I loved her too much," I said as I saw Emily, my sister, get up from her seat and start walking toward me. It was just like Lila's funeral, except the pain was overwhelming, mind consuming, and I felt guilty, because I knew that one day this would happen. One day they would be taken from me.

I began to cry, my sobs were choking me. Emily reached the podium and took me into her arms. And I just cried. I cried for Courtney, my beautiful wife, I had looked forward to seeing her hair turn gray. I cried for Emma, my only child, who didn't get the chance to love, to see all the places I wanted her to see. I cried for my family. And I knew that nothing would ever be the same again.

"Jason!" Courtney screamed as she leaned against the counter in the kitchen, clutching her stomach. The baby couldn't come yet, it was too early, two weeks early.

"What? Are you okay? Do I need to call the hospital?" I asked in a panic, I didn't know what to do. Courtney looked like she was in so much pain. She was wincing and her breathing was heavy. I walked over to her and pushed her hair back away from her face.

"You need to take me to the hospital. This baby wants out right now," Courtney struggled as I went to pick her up. "Jason, I can walk."

"Right, okay. Do you need anything? Ice or something? I read that women in labor like to chew on ice…" I blabbered as Courtney practically rolled her eyes at me.

"Jason, I don't need ice, I don't need you to carry me. I need you to get the car, and take me to the friggen hospital before I have this baby on the kitchen floor," Courtney said almost calmly, as I thought about how stupid I was acting. I put my arm around my wife and walked toward the door.

"Max!" I yelled when I opened the door.

"Mr. Morgan? Mrs.Morgan? Is it time?" Max asked excitedly. He couldn't wait until Courtney had the baby.

"Yes Max, I promise that you can come and visit me and the baby as soon as we get it out," Courtney spoke rather quickly as Max smiled and called downstairs for the car to be brought around.

"Thank you," I said as I ushered my wife onto the elevator and kissed her. I didn't know what else to do with myself. I couldn't stand to see her in pain, even if she was trying to hide it.

General Hospital-

"Monica? Could you page Dr. Meadows? Courtney's having the baby," I said as I ran to the desk, leaving Courtney behind to waddle over to me. Unintentionally of course.

"Jason, why don't you get a wheelchair for your wife so she doesn't have to walk," Monica suggested as I suddenly remembered that Courtney was with me. I ran to get the wheelchair.

"I'm sorry," I said as Courtney sat down and sighed.

"It's okay. I knew you'd be a nervous wreck," Courtney said as Dr. Meadows came over and smiled.

"Baby decided to come early?" Dr. Meadows asked as she put her hand to Courtney's cheek.

"I guess so. My contractions are still far apart," Courtney said to the doctor as I looked on, clueless. I knew what contractions were, I just forgot to help her count them.

"Let's get you into the maternity ward," Dr.Meadows said as she led the way, and I pushed Courtney in the wheel chair, kissing the top of her head every once in a while. When I did that, she would look up and smile at me. As if she was trying to say, 'This is really happening. We're going to bring home a baby.'

And it warmed my heart so much that it almost exploded.

We were in the delivery room and Courtney was screaming and squeezing my hand so tight that I had to wince. I wanted to take all the pain she was feeling from her so badly. She was sweating and just yelling at people. It turned out that she wanted to chew the ice after all. I had to stifle a laugh when she told me.

Her contractions were coming closer and closer now. Dr. Meadows said that she could see the baby's head. I felt like I was going to faint. Our baby was coming.

"One more good push Courtney, just one more," Dr. Meadows said and then we heard the cry. And I swear, it's the most beautiful sound in the world. I kissed my wife square on the lips, on the cheeks, on the forehead. She was smiling now.

"Well, it looks like the two of you are now the parents of a healthy baby girl. Congratulations," Dr. Meadows said as she placed our daughter into Courtney's arms.

"Oh my gosh," Courtney said as she saw her daughter's face for the first time. "Jason, she's beautiful." Courtney mumbled as she counted fingers and toes, and kissed her cheek. "What do you want to name her?"

"Whatever you want," was all I could manage to come up with, for I was completely focused on my daughter. My daughter, she could be named Ricecake and I wouldn't care. She was mine, ours. Forever.

"Emma, after your sister," Courtney said as she looked up at me with tears in her eyes.

"Emma Caroline Morgan," I shocked myself by saying. Courtney finally let the tears fall.

"It's perfect," Courtney told me. "Come here."

I went to her and she put our daughter into my arms. And at that moment, she opened her eyes. Blue. All blue. I've never been prouder.

"She's a miracle," I said in wonder as Emma gripped my pinky finger and I was amazed at how strong she already was.

"She's our miracle," Courtney said as I sat down on the bed, placed our daughter into her arms, and put my arms around my small family. Emma was 6 pounds and 5 ounces of pure joy. And she fell asleep, I could tell Courtney was close to doing the same.

"I love you so much Courtney," I told her as I kissed her temple.

"I love you too," she whispered, as not to wake Emma. Less than five minutes later, she was asleep.

From that moment on, my wife and my daughter became my life. Our family may have been small, but they were the biggest things in the world to me.