A/N: Final chapter guys, sorry it's taken so long. I didn't want to just abandon this story without a proper ending so here it is. Thanks to everyone who has followed, favorited and reviewed. Originally this was just a little project to pass the time as I had never written anything substantial before, but it soon grew into a rather long, multi-chapter fic. I hope I'll continue to write more, maybe take inspiration from S5, fingers crossed for more Fridget scenes! Anyway, thanks so much again and I hope you like.

Stepping through the front door to our home, I can't believe how much things have changed in just the past 24 hours. This time yesterday, I was sitting on the sofa, lounging around with my very pregnant wife, and today, I'm walking back into the same room with a car seat in tow, and a very tiny little baby, who seems much too small to fill it properly.

I walk over to the coffee table, where I carefully place the newest member of the family, it seems surreal right now just how quickly everything happened. Franky went into labour yesterday afternoon, we had only just got back from our 36 week check up with Dr Cooper when it happened – her water broke – and neither of us were expecting it. At the appointment, we had been told that it would probably still be a few weeks, but I suppose these things are never completely accurate. I now know exactly how helpless Franky felt last time when I was in labour with Olivia, I didn't know what to do to make her feel any better, and the only thing I could do was make sure she was comfortable and drive us to the hospital. It was a bit of luck that Olivia was being looked after by my parents at the time, at least that was one less thing to worry about.

I'm still in shock by how fast it all progressed, by the time we reached the maternity ward, the nurse examining Franky informed us that she was ready to start pushing. I've never been more excited and yet equally as terrified in all my life, it was different witnessing it as opposed to experiencing it.

Franky did so well, I am so proud of how she coped with it all – not that I had my doubts – but I was of course apprehensive, and then there was the fear in the back of my mind that something could still go wrong – surely no one ultimately gets their happy ending? However, I'm glad to say my fears were misguided.

I hear a shuffling coming from the front door, and slowly my wife appears in front of me – looking completely exhausted.

"How are you feeling baby?" I ask as she gradually walks further into the room.

"Sore and exhausted, but I wouldn't change a thing." I smile at her as she approaches, I fluff the cushions on the sofa and grab a blanket that is nearby to help get her comfortable.

"Here, come and sit down for a bit. Or would you rather get into bed and take a nap?"

"The sofa is fine, I just want to spend time with the two of you. Which reminds me, when are you parents bringing Olivia home?" Franky asks, as she begins to situate herself on the couch with my assistance.

"Well, I haven't spoken to them to arrange a time yet, I wasn't sure when would be best – it's going to be a special moment when she comes home and I didn't want you to be too tired to remember it." I say, sitting down beside her and stroking her hair from her face.

"Hmm yeah that's a good point babe, but I miss her – I know it's only been a day but I can't wait to see her."

"I know what you mean Franky, but I think introducing her new sibling at home was the better idea, plus hospitals aren't the greatest place to take a toddler when not necessary."

"You're right, but I still can't wait until she gets here."

Just then, the baby in the car seat starts to fuss, and I move to undo the straps.

"I think she might be hungry Franky, it's been a few hours now since her last feed." I say, picking her up and cradling her in my arms.

"God, can you believe how tiny she is? I know she was a bit early but I didn't think she would be so small." My wife says as I sit back down next to her, our new baby girl in my arms.

"I know, Olivia was 7lbs 7, so this one here is exactly a pound lighter, but she's healthy so that's the main thing – just wait and see, in a few weeks she'll be filled out a lot more."

"True, but every time I pick her up I feel like I'm going to break her, which I know is completely irrational but I can't help it. I love her so much already though, I can't get over just how perfect she is, and how much she looks like you Gidge, I'm so happy."

"She is perfect, thank you for giving our family this precious gift Franky, you did so amazing and I love you so, so much."

"Aww Gidge, you know my hormones are all crazy right now, you're gonna make me cry…again, which will be like the twelfth time in the last day." Franky says, wiping her eyes at the tears threatening to fall.

"You know I like when you show your emotions to me babe, that's one of the reasons I fell in love with you, anyway for now I think you should try feeding her – I know it's uncomfortable and she might not take to it right away but you did not too badly in the hospital." I say, as Franky starts to adjust herself so she can feed the baby.

"I'm sure I'll get the hang of it, and at least you can still breastfeed, so it takes the pressure off of me a bit, although I'm not sure how Olivia will feel about sharing your boobs." Franky says, chuckling.

"Well at least it's an option we can explore, and anyway, Olivia is going to need to get used to sharing sooner or later." I pass our new daughter over to Franky, and much to our surprise, she latches on almost immediately.

"Wow, she knew exactly where to go this time, and she's staying there, that's at least an improvement from yesterday." Franky says, while looking down in what can only be described as complete awe at our daughter.

"You know Franky, she still needs a name." I say, breaking the silence that has formed.

"Well, she threw us completely – I was so convinced we were having a boy! All those names we discussed are out the window now. You have any great ideas, Spunky?" I just laugh at my wife, it is true – she was adamant the baby was a boy, so much so she wouldn't let me make a list of girl names as there was – and I quote "no point wasting time."

"You know me, I like lots of the names we thought of last time for Olivia that we never got the chance to use. I just can't decide what she looks like, I still really like Eva but I'm not sure. What about you?"

"Well Eva was high on our list last time, so that's a contender. Ugh I don't know though – is it bad I feel like I don't want to recycle our last choices? I want her naming to be special – I almost feel as though it's cheating if we re-use our old names, do you know what I mean?" I nod at my wife, while stroking through the thin blonde hair on our daughter's head.

"Yes, I understand what you're getting at, but we had a lot of options last time – do you think we'll be able to come up with a name we both love this time around?"

"How about Charlotte? I've always like that name." Franky says all of a sudden.

"That's a pretty name, yes. Charlotte Westfall-Doyle?" I ask.

"Hmm, that sounds nice – but I don't want to just pick the very first name."

"I've always quite liked Amelia, I know we never discussed that as an option last time." I say, Franky looks up and has a genuine smile on her face.

"I think that's the one! Seriously Gidge, I think this could be our little Mia." I smile back but can't help but laugh.

"A nickname already Franky?"

"But it's cute! Mia and Olivia." She says, beaming.

"You may have just sold me on that being the name, they sound good together."

"Yup, so any middle name? or are we just sticking to a first name this time around?"

"Amelia Westfall-Doyle sounds good to me, I don't see any reason to add another name, unless there's one you can think of?"

"No, I would say to name her after someone but I think we have too many strong women as part of our family, I don't think I'd just be able to pick one! And Amelia Susan Vera Bea Erica Maura Westfall-Doyle is not happening!" we both share a laugh and then focus our attention back on our daughter.

"Hi Amelia" I say, placing a kiss on her little forehead now Franky is done feeding her.

"I think I'll take a nap, shower and then I want Olivia home, I really can't wait to see her face Gidge, she's been so excited for this day to come, it's mean to make her wait any longer."

"Okay, well why don't you get into bed, I'll snuggle and stare at our beautiful little girl for a while, then I'll phone my parents and get Olivia home."

"Sounds great, I'll see you in a few hours then. I'll try and make myself a bit more presentable as well." Franky places a kiss on Amelia, then one on my lips and moves towards the bedroom.

"No need darling, you're already perfect." I say to her retreating form.

FRANKY POV

Three hours later, I am feeling slightly better – after a nap and shower I certainly look better than I did previously. Bridget came to help me get showered and changed, and informed me Olivia is due home at 4pm, only five more minutes to wait, I can't wait to see what she thinks about her little sister.

"Franky, that's the car pulling up now." Bridget calls from the Livingroom, where she is no doubt cuddling with our daughter again, she's reluctant to leave her alone for two seconds, I even had to ask for a turn of a cuddle in the hospital, she loves her so much already.

I walk into the Livingroom, just in time to hear the front door open and Bridget's parents talking to Olivia.

"Now Olivia, remember what we said, be careful around the new baby – no jumping okay? Just be gentle, oh and be careful with your mummy too." Bridget's dad can be heard saying as they round the corner, Olivia holding both of their hands – pulling at them, clearly keen to get a look at the baby. She spots me first, as I'm standing behind the sofa, looking down at Bridget and Amelia.

"Mummy!" Olivia screams and races forwards, breaking away from her grandparents, who give an apologetic look.

"Hi baby." I say, as her little arms wrap around my legs.

"Where my baby?" she enquires, in a rather serious tone for her age.

"Your mummy is holding her; would you like to see?" I ask, she nods her head enthusiastically.

Bridget stands from the sofa, Amelia securely in her arms.

"Olivia, why don't you get on the sofa and then you can see the new baby, okay?" another nod, and soon Olivia is ready for the introduction, with Bridget and I sat at either side of her.

"This is the new baby Olivia, you've got a little sister." I say, as Bridget places Amelia over Olivia's lap, being careful to still support her head.

"She's small." Olivia observes.

"She is, that's why we need to be careful with her, okay?" Olivia just nods and brings up a tentative hand to the baby's cheek, very gently drawing her finger across it.

"She's soft." Is the next observation by the toddler. Bridget and I chuckle and our daughter's reaction, maybe this will be easier than we thought.

"Name?" Olivia asks, staring up between the two of us.

"Well me and mummy really like Amelia, and that's going to be her name, what do you think?" I can see by the look on her face that she is really thinking hard if she likes it or not.

"Mia, I like it!" Bridget and I can't help but laugh at this, clearly 'Amelia' is a bit too difficult for an 18-month-old to say.

"See Gidge, I'm not the only one coming up with nicknames now!" I laugh again.

Soon, Bridget's parents are around us as well, not being able to hold back any longer for a fist glimpse of their new Granddaughter, Bridget hands Amelia to her dad, who walks over to the opposite sofa, Bridget's mum follows and beckons Olivia over, who happily sits on her lap while the three of them gaze at Amelia, Olivia introducing them to her little sister.

I feel Bridget scoot over to my side, placing an arm around my shoulder, and a kiss to my head. No words are needed between us.

I take a moment to look around, at the life I've built for myself in the last five years. If you were to have told me during my darkest moments, that I would be sitting here now – with three beautiful girls I would have said there was no chance, there was no hope that I would even survive, never mind have a family of my own, but it's funny how life can change: a chance encounter with a psychologist in the corridor at Wentworth, countless sessions with her where I said I was a lost cause, the woman who never gave up on me, the hot girl and the hot car picking me up, the fights and arguments, never looking back, the proposal, the marriage, Olivia and now Amelia. I've fought off all of my past demons, and through it all, slowly but surely my life has got to the point it's at now – where I can say I am truly happy, and I'm no longer looking to the future, because my future is right now, in this very room – and I'm living every second of it.

The End