A/n: The birth from Mike's point of view.
Disclaimer: I do not own the Twilight series or the characters. I can only wish.
"Don't touch me! I hate you right now! This is your fault!"
I winced as I stepped back, opting to watch my wife as she stood, hunched over the hospital bed as another contraction hit her. I knew it was stupid, but it hurt hearing those words. I just wanted to hold her, to take the pain from her. I knew from talking with my father that I shouldn't take anything she yells at me today personally, that she really didn't mean it. But it still somehow hurt.
We had already been here a few hours, and the pain just kept getting worse. I couldn't wait for the epidural guy to get here. I couldn't stand seeing her in this much pain, no matter the cause. The nurse said that the epidural guy would be in shortly…an hour ago.
"No more! No more after this, Mike! This will be our only baby. I am not putting myself through this again! Do you hear me?"
I stayed silent as she ranted for what seemed like an eternity before the epidural guy walked in. FINALLY. As much as I loved my wife, I wasn't sure how much more of it I could take.
A half an hour later, and Bella was finally calm and dozing in the bed. I took the opportunity to go and grab a strong cup of coffee, relieved that she wasn't in so much pain anymore. When I came back into the room, her back was turned, but I could tell that she had been crying. I just knew her that well.
I walked around the bed and stroked her hair soothingly, my thumb occasionally rubbing across her cheek. "What's wrong baby?"
She opened her eyes, relief evident in her expression, "I…I thought you left. After I said all those horrible things to you…I'm sorry, I'm so sorry. I…"
"You didn't mean any of it, I know baby. I was just grabbing some coffee. I would never leave you, especially over something like that. I love you too much for that." I cut her off; I wasn't about to have her thinking negatively about herself. It may have hurt to hear everything she said, but she didn't need to know that.
She sniffled a little more. Hmmm. Cute.
"I love you too, Mike. I can't believe that it hurts so much to have a baby."
"Just think, when the pain is over, we will have a little bundle of joy in our arms." We had decided months ago to be surprised by the gender.
She nodded, closing her eyes to sleep again, keeping a death grip of my hand, as if afraid I really would leave given the chance.
A few hours later and she was ready to push. I made the mistake of looking down as the baby came out, and it took everything I had not to puke on the spot.
But then she started crying. I stared at the squirming little mess as they cleaned her up. We had a daughter. A little girl for us to love and protect. She was perfect.
After she was cleaned up, things passed by in a blur as the doctor and nurses stitched and cleaned Bella up, until finally we were alone with our little treasure. Bella held her while I somehow managed to have an arm around each of them.
"She's beautiful." Bella whispered, not wanting to startle her.
"She's perfect, Arizona. I love you both so much."
"What do we call her? We never seriously discussed names."
"Emma? Or Jenna? Or how about Bethany?" I suggested.
She shook her head, "No…those don't seem to fit…. What about Skylar? Skylar Renee Newton?"
"…I think its perfect. Skylar Renee Newton…our little sunshine."
And she was. At this moment, I knew that my life was complete. I had Bella, the love of my life. And now I had the world's most precious baby girl too. I wouldn't trade my life for the world. I had everything I wanted and needed right here in my arms.
