So how do you all like this fic so far? I really want to know! This isn't my all time fav of the series, but the ending is funny! Oh well…the next one is my favourite. Anyway, here's the next chapter!

Chapter 8

Isabel

Rochelle gets Matt to give the pair of scissors to Arkarian, and then instructs him to cut the baby's umbilical cord. He does so, and Rochelle takes the baby down to a nearby stream to wash it, taking a few towels and blankets with her. I sit up as she comes back, my child wrapped in a pink blanket. She hands the baby to me, and I take it in my arms.

"It's a girl," Rochelle whispers softly. I look down at my new daughter's beautiful face, cradling her in my arms. I feel tears fill my eyes as I pass the bundle to Arkarian. He smiles, and passes the bundle to Mom, tears running down her cheeks. Rochelle is next to hold the baby, and then Matt. Even he can't resist smiling. As he hands the baby back to me, he asks us, "Have you thought of a name yet?"

"Ophelia," Arkarian and I say in unison.

With Arkarian's help, I stand up to say goodbye and thank you to everyone, as it is now way past midnight. I pass my new daughter to Arkarian so I can hug everyone. First Rochelle. "Thanks for delivering her for me," I say. She smiles, saying, "That's what friends are for."

Next, I go up to Mom. "Thanks for helping me through it all."

Then to Matt. "Thanks for…" I try to figure out what he did. "Thanks for being here. Oh, and for bringing Mom."

When all is said and done, the three of them head back into the city while the three of us head home.

As we're walking, Arkarian says, "You know, I didn't get my thank you yet."

I smile mischievously. "That's because your thank you is more special than the others. When we get home, I'll give you yours."

He grins. I suddenly feel extremely tired, and lose my balance. As I'm falling, I start to lose consciousness too, but not before I feel a strong pair of arms break my fall.

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When I open my eyes, I'm at home. Ophelia is asleep in the crib we bought earlier on in the week, and I'm lying down on my bed. I get up and start looking for Arkarian.

It doesn't take me long to find him fast asleep on the couch with the T.V on in front of him. I grab the remote from the table and turn the T.V off. I then sit beside Arkarian, silently stoking his blue hair. A smile forms on his face.

"That feels nice," he whispers, opening his eyes. I grin.

"I still haven't thanked you for your part with Ophelia," I remind him, bringing his face to mine with my hands. "So thanks." I kiss him. It lasts for a long time, and probably would have gone on longer if we didn't hear Ophelia crying from her crib.

I pull away reluctantly. "I'd better go see what's wrong," I say, walking towards the bedroom. My little girl is flailing her arms and legs by the time I get there. I pick her up gently, rocking her when I do. She's probably hungry, I think, so I feed her. Soon, she's asleep in my arms. I place her back in her crib, walking back to the living room.

"You know," I say to Arkarian as I sit down, "they say that having a baby kills the romance in a relationship."

"And why would they say that?" he asks, kissing me.

"Because," I reply between kisses, "soon, Ophelia will be taking up most of our time, as cute as she is."

"Yes," Arkarian says, "she is cute. She takes after her mother that way."

I giggle. "But she has her father's eyes," I say, which is actually true. Arkarian's eyes used to be blue once-upon-a-time.

"Her mother's nose," Arkarian says.

"Her father's ears."

He laughs. "Okay, I get it; Ophelia has a lot from both of us. But I really hope that she gets…certain parts from you."

I laugh. "Arkarian!" I exclaim, punching him lightly on the shoulder.

"Oh, your brother is outside," he says suddenly.

This startles me. "What is he doing here?" I wonder out loud. Arkarian shrugs, and we go out to greet him

Ooooh…what does Matt want? Only I know! Wait…what happens again? Oh yeah! I'm okay now! Keep reading, and you'll know soon too! But don't forget to review!