AN: Here it is the last chapter in this story. Please enjoy. I have already started a sequel of sorts. It will be random moments in Stella and Don's lives. I will post the first tonight when I get back from class. I'm going to learn Polish! Yeah me!

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Stella woke suddenly her gaze going to the alarm clock on the bedside table. It was seven am. The baby should have been up at six for a feeding. Sitting up quickly she realizes Don is gone and a smile lites her face. She knows just where she'll find him. Sure enough when she walks into the parlor she finds him asleep on the sofa. He's on his back and lying on his bare chest is their little one. An empty baby bottle sits on the floor next to the sofa.

"Mam-Mam" she suddenly hears and turns towards the nursery. Inside she finds their sixteen month old daughter, Anna, standing in her crib. She picks her up, kissing her repeatedly, causing the toddler to laugh.

"Good morning, moro mou."

"Bee-bee," she asks pointing to the other crib.

"No baby. Daddy's got the baby" Stella told her as she placed her on the changing table and removed her dirty diaper.

"Dee-Dee," Anna squeals and claps her little hands. She's definitely daddy's girl. As she changes her daughter, Stella lets her mind wonder to the little girl's birth.

Don had been with her for her whole labor, well almost. She had yelled at him and the nurse sent him out to the hall to get a break. While he was gone Stella had developed the urge to push and the nurse had checked progress. Finally she was at ten centimeters and it was time to push. The nurse used the buzzer to call in the doctor and another nurse, then she'd gone to work breaking the bed down for delivery. Stella had quickly found her feet in stirrups, ready to deliver. She'd been frightened and screamed for Don who was immediately at her side. That's exactly where he stayed for the next two hours as she pushed again and again. He'd encouraged her every step of the way. When things had gone wrong he was still at her side.

Stella had finally delivered the baby's head when the shoulders became stuck. A condition called shoulder dystocia, where the baby's shoulders are too big to pass through the mother's pelvis. The doctor had immediately called for help, then had the nurses help Stella roll from her back to her hands and knees, then she had inserted her fingers beside the baby's head and freed the shoulders. Stella then delivered the baby from this position. The doctor had allowed Don to cut the cord, as she was squalling quite loudly at that point. Then she was held up quickly for Stella to see and handed over to the neonatal staff. The nurses had helped Stella role over again and as she lay on her back she watched the doctor and nurses with her baby.

She was distracted when another pain, nowhere near as intense, washed over her. A small moan escaped her lips. Don quickly turned his attention to her worried.

"It's ok," the doctor told him, seeing his face. It's just the afterbirth. I'm going to need you to push again Stella. That's it. Good."

Stella lay back against the pillows and Don leaned down and kissed her forehead. Just then a nurse came over, followed by the neonatal doctor. The nurse smiled and placed the baby in Stella's arms. Stella looked down at the tiny face and felt her emotions nearly choke her. She looked up at the doctor.

"Mr. and Mrs. Flack she's fine, no effects from the dystocia, 10 fingers and toes, beautiful and healthy."

Don shook his hand thanking him and accepting his congratulations while Stella again focused on the baby. She let a soft sob escape and tears streamed down her cheeks. Then Don had his arm around her and she and the baby snuggled against him. He kissed the top of her head.

"Moo duice, Mam," Anna squealed, bringing Stella back to the present.

"Alright moro mou, Momma will get you some milk." Stella set the girl down and watched her toddle towards the kitchen. She followed behind scooping up the toddler and making her giggle.

Stella placed her in the high chair and filled a sippy cup with milk. She gave the cup to Anna along with a handful of cheerios on the tray. Then she started the coffee and tea pot before returning to the parlor. Once again she looked down on her sleeping husband and baby. She reached down and scooped up their little boy. She took him into the nursery and settled him in his crib. Then she returned to the kitchen and turned on the counter top television to watch the Today show. Checking that Anna was still occupied with her cheerios, Stella pulled out the makings of omelets. She was mixing everything together in a bowl when two strong arms slipped around her middle.

"Morning Honey," he greeted her as he nuzzled in her hair and against her neck. You didn't happen to find my buddy, did you? Little guy, blue eyes, black curls and dimples?"

"Mmm hmm. Found him sleeping on your chest," she gasped as the kisses he was placing along her neck and collarbone found a particularly sensitive spot. "I, ah, mmm, p-put him in his c-crib."

"Dee-Dee," Anna squealed holding her arms out to her daddy.

Don groaned against Stella's shoulder then turned and grinning, pulled the toddler from her highchair and swung her in the air.

"Anna-banana," he bellowed then brought her down so he could blow raspberries on her tummy. Just then Stella heard a thin wail from the nursery. Jake was up. She smiled as she headed to get him, she finally had a family.