A/N: Hello, so sorry for the delay between these updates but I just have been a little hectic with school. This chapter was also a pain to write, nothing that I was writing felt right so if it doesn't make sense, then that will be why. Hope you are all doing well.

It was a slow morning forboth Andy and Robert. Andy was on maternity leave as she was close to term and Robert had taken the day off to be with her. They were lounging on the couch, with Robert sat upright and Andy laying down with her head on his lap. Robert had taken to combing his fingers through her hair a while ago but was yet to stop, noticing how it relaxed her.

"I think she'll look like you, you know!" Andy announced as she caressed her abdomen.

"You want our baby to be bald?" Robert laughed, thinking about his face on a tiny body. "She will most definitely look like you."

"Robert… what if she dies?" Andy asked quietly. They hadn't talked much about what would happen if things went wrong.

"Well, we will be sad, obviously" He paused for a second, collecting his thoughts, "But we will have a chance to hold our daughter, to take in every little detail of her body before she leaves us. And then we will do everything we can to keep her memory alive."

"I don't think I could cope if we lost her." She admitted.

"Neither would I, but it's a good thing that we aren't going to lose her because she will fight with all her might to stay alive."

A whole 24-hours later and everything was different for the couple. Andy's water had broken in the early morning and after contacting Carina, they rushed to the hospital; Carina had wanted to monitor Andy as early as possible to avoid the baby going into stress.

For the longest time, the baby wasn't in any stress but as Andy made it to the tenth hour of labour, things took a turn for the worst. Carina had examined Andy and noticed the little progress Andy was making. So, Carina made no other decision but to take Andy to the operating theatre to perform an emergency Caesarean section, much to Andy's protests. But both Carina and Robert had reassured her that it was the safest option for her and the baby.

Within minutes of scrubbing in, Carina had delivered the baby and handed her over to the NICU team who were waiting to treat the baby as soon as she was born. Andy could only watch from afar as the doctors and nurse tended to her daughter's needs. She had forced Robert to stay with their child, not wanting her to be alone during any of it. he did as he was told and when the NICU team took their daughter out of the OR, Robert followed closely behind.

Watching Robert and their daughter rush out of the room was the memory that kept playing over and over again in Andy's mind as she laid in bed in her recovery room. It had been over an hour since she had given birth and no one had told her how her daughter was doing; she was beginning to fear the worst.

Andy began tracing the IV port that was on the back of her hand when Robert burst through the door, gasping for breath.

"She's alive!" He announced throwing his hands in the air, "She's alive, Andy!" He reiterated with the biggest smile on his face.

Andy couldn't help but match that smile as she choked at the news that her daughter was still breathing. Robert walked to Andy and perched on the side of the bed. He took her face into his hands before placing a soft kiss on the top of her forehead.

"Oh, Andy. She's the spitting image of you." Robert talked as he rested his forehead against hers; their smiles still matching.

"So, she's okay?" Andy asked; the fear had diminished but a small part lingered in her mind.

"She's six pounds, 10 ounces of perfect goodness. She will have to stay in the NICU whilst she's on the ventilator and after the surgery. But Andy, I can tell you that she is a fighter and she will make it through." Robert spoke, squeezing at her hands as he finished each sentence.

A few hours later, Carina had cleared Andy to take a visit to see her daughter. Andy was eager to see her child in the flesh; the photos that Robert had taken weren't enough. A nurse had brought a wheelchair into Andy's room and with Robert's help, she was situated in the chair ready to see her daughter.

Robert pushed Andy to the NICU, beaming with excitement about what was about to happen. But once they got to the doors of the room where their child lay, nurses and doctors had swarmed her cot as the machines were beeping in the background. All Robert and Andy could do was hold back and let the professionals save their daughter. Dr Hayes had caught sight of the parents waiting in the side-lines and ordered one of the nurses to take them back to their room so they didn't have to watch.

It was an anxious wait for the parents but soon enough, Dr Hayes made his way to their room. He explained to them how he had to put their daughter on an ECMO machine to allow her lungs to rest as she was put on life support. Once again, the fear crept back into Andy's mind, despite the reassurances by Dr Hayes.

By the morning, Dr Hayes walked into their room to update them on how their baby was doing: "She's stable and responding well to the ECMO treatment. The only thing she's missing now is a name. Unless of course, you're going for the Dirty Dancing theme." He slightly joked, hoping to see a smile on one of their faces. But he drew a blank.

"You mean, you want us to give her a name in case she dies, right?" Andy retorted as she sat in the hospital bed.

"Andy!" Robert raises his voice, not believing what was coming out of her mouth.

"We all know the likelihood of this; let's not sugar-coat the fact that she needs a name for when she dies."

"If, Andy. If she dies." Robert asserted.

"Naming her will bring you closer to her. You may not be able to hold her but you can talk to her and giving her that all-important name will make it less foreign for the both of you. Now, I've got to run, got surgery to perform." Hayes spoke before leaving the room.

"Andy…"

"Not now, Robert!" Andy interjected him before rolling onto her side and pulling the covers up to her chin so that she could rest.

Robert didn't want to annoy her any more than he already felt like he was, so stood up from the chair and headed to the cafeteria to get some breakfast. It had been a long 48-hour period and he barely had a meal throughout all of it.

A while later, Andy was scrolling through her when Maya and Vic had entered her room. She has guessed that Carina had let slip to Maya that she had given birth so was not surprised to see her friends stood in front of her holding a bunch of balloons and a box of a half dozen doughnuts.

"Andy? Is everything okay?" Maya asked, noticing the lack of enthusiasm on her best friend's face.

"I… She's not doing well." Andy responded.

"What's wrong?" Vic inquired, taking a seat in the chair next to the bed.

"She's on life support because her lungs need to rest."

"Oh, Andy." Vic reached over to squeeze her hand.

"Does this little one have a name?" Maya asked as she broke into the doughnut box. She had been trying to get as much information as she could from Carina but the doctor kept repeating "patient confidentiality" to her each time.

"We haven't decided that yet" Andy replied, "I just don't know if I can name her if I know she's going to die."

"Andy, you have to give your daughter a name. Even if she dies, you need to be able to grieve her and that name will give you her identity. You owe her that much." Maya tried to reason with her best friend despite how uninterested she looked.

"You know, Victoria is a very good name for a baby." Vic joked, hoping to crack a smile on Andy's face.

"Hey! So is Maya." The blonde added.

Her best friends stayed for a while, devouring the doughnuts before they were called to a five-alarm fire that was across town. Both firefighters said their goodbyes, hoping that their words would make an impact on Andy.

Thankfully, they did and Andy precariously made her way to the NICU ward soon after they left her. She was still in pain from her c-section but she was more than ready to see her daughter for the first time.

Upon her arrival at her daughter's cot, she noticed Robert was standing over her, watching her every breath. Andy stopped at the doorway not wanting to interrupt the moment between father and daughter. Throughout her pregnancy, she wondered how Robert would take to becoming a father; she had a feeling that he would be a big softy and the sight in front of her had confirmed that.

After a few minutes, Andy spoke up: "Valentina."

Robert lifted his head and noticed it was Andy speaking. "Huh?" He asked.

"Valentina Herrera Sullivan. Our daughter." Andy announced.

"This is my daughter, Valentina. Yeah, I like it." Robert said as he glanced down at his daughter before looking back at Andy.

Andy couldn't help but make her way over to Robert, wanting to feel his warmth. She placed an arm around his waist, resting her head in the crook of his shoulder before admiring her daughter. She looked small and frail but she knew that she was a fighter. This was her life now and she couldn't wait to share every day with the two people that she was sharing the room with.

Additional A/N: I am not a medical professional in any way and the majority of the information that I am getting this from is the Congenital Diaphragmatic Hernia Support Charity (UK) Website.