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I've had a lot of people review asking for an epilogue, so here it is:

Epilogue

A scream echoed through the waiting room.

Completely used to it by now, Lindsay and Stella just glanced up from their magazines, before turning back to the stories in front of them.

"I don't remember you screaming that much, Montana." Danny commented.

"Each woman experiences childbirth differently, Danny." Lindsay responded without looking up. "Where are their parents?"

"Outside." Mac answered, walking back in.

"Why are they mad?" Hawkes asked. "And are we telling Don and Jess?"

"Hell, no." Stella snorted. "Jess's parents are mad because they're not married and their little girl's having a baby. Don's parents are mad because they think Jess's parents are implying that Don's not good enough for her, And that they're not married and having a baby."

"So if they're both mad for the same reason …" Adam began.

"Don't bother, Adam." Lindsay cut him off. "No one said it made sense."

"The point is," Mac continued, "that if they're going to yell at each other, they can do it outside and not in here. It's a hospital, not a wrestling ring."

"Well said." Sid agreed.

Lindsay sighed, and put her magazine away. "Alright, I'm gonna try and calm the waters." She stood up and made her way out of the waiting room and down to outside the hospital.

Samantha was perched on low wall near the door, chatting to Matt, Jess's youngest brother, and his wife Sarah. She glanced up as Lindsay approached. "Hey!"

"Detective Monroe." Matt greeted. "How's she doing?"

"Well, from the sounds of it, everything's going great." Lindsay answered, glancing over at the four parents. "But," she added, raising her voice, "it's a pity the baby won't have any grandparents. Because I know Jess and Don and they're not beyond stopping their own parents from seeing their child."

The comment had the desired effect and the yelling stopped.

"Thank you." Lindsay folded her arms. "I don't know if you've noticed but your children are adults now. And, if I can be perfectly blunt, their child is acting more maturely than you and they haven't even been born yet." She held up her hand. "I know you all believe that they should have gotten married first, but Don almost asked her when they first found out …"

"But he didn't." Jess's father interrupted.

"Yeah, because she told him not to." Lindsay explained. "They were in hospital, he'd nearly died … she asked if that was really how he wanted to propose. And for all we know, he could have. When I asked Jess, she said, and I quote, "Even if he had asked me, we wouldn't tell anyone until after the baby's born, because as soon as our parents find out, we'll have to get married before my due date and I am not getting a wedding dress from a place called 'It's never too late'"."

"I can understand that." Sarah put in.

"Yeah." Sam agreed. "Everyone who looked at your wedding photos would think you just did it because of the baby."

"That's what everyone does with mine." Lindsay admitted. "I love my husband more than anything and the day we got married was the happiest day of my life, aside from the day my daughter was born. But I think you're all forgetting something. Don and Jess weren't just fooling around, found out they were having a baby and figured they'd better stick together. They really, really love each other. Their child is being born and I not want to have to walk in there afterwards and ruin this day for them by saying, "Sorry guys, but your parents are too busy yelling at each other to be proud grandparents right now.""

Her voice softened. "My parents were in Montana when my daughter was born. They would have given anything to be here with me and Danny." She turned to the three onlookers. "It doesn't sound like it'll be long. You coming?"

"Alright, Jessica, try to relax." Dr. Roberts told her. "Nearly there."

"Don," Jess whispered breathlessly. "You're never touching me again."

Don kissed her forehead, having already heard all the threats from Danny. "I know, sweetheart."

"One more push." Dr. Roberts encouraged.

Jess did as she was told, straining through the pain. Suddenly, every muscle in her body seemed to relax, the pain decreased dramatically and a soft cry filled the room. "Don …"

"It's a girl." Don murmured.

Unlike Danny and Lindsay, Don and Jess had elected to wait until the birth to find out the sex of their child.

But Jess had been saying for months that she knew; like Lindsay, she had just had a gut feeling it was a girl.

"It's a little girl." Don cupped her face and kissed her softly, not bothering to hide the tears in his eyes. "We have a daughter, Jess …"

Lindsay, Sam, Sarah and Matt reached the waiting room, just as Don appeared outside, a grin splitting his face in two.

"Well?" Sam asked immediately. "Do I have a niece or a nephew?"

"Niece." Don answered, accepting her hug. "But we don't have a name yet, so Jess says can you just bear with us until we think of one." He looked around. "Where's Mom and Dad?"

"Outside." Sam answered casually. "Having a chat with Jess's parents."

Don knew she was lying, or at the very least hiding the truth, but he'd had enough arguments with his mother in the last eight months to know better than to ask.

"Take your time." Matt told him. "We can wait."

Don nodded his thanks and ducked back into the hospital room, where his girlfriend was cradling their child in her arms, talking softly to her.

"… and there's Uncle Mac and Aunt Stella, who aren't married, but only because they're in denial …"

Don chuckled as he reached her. "Why don't you let her make that decision for herself?"

"Because she's too young to." Jess grinned. "We're her parents; it's our job to teach her the ways of the world. And one of those is that some people are very, very stubborn."

Don wrapped an arm around her shoulders as she shifted over to make room for him to sit down. "We need a name."
Despite Jess's conviction that she was carrying a girl, they'd only ever settled on a boy's name; Michael Louie in memory of Don and Danny's brothers, both of whom had gotten mixed up with the wrong crowd and paid for it with their lives.

"We could call her Michelle Louise." Jess suggested, but even as she did, she shook her head. "No, it doesn't feel right."

And therein lay the problem. None of the names felt right for this little girl.

"What did you say your grandmother's name was?" Don asked, glancing down at the tattoo around her left wrist.

"Evangeline." Jess answered. "We can't call her that, Don; she'd never hear the end of it."

"What about a middle name?" Don asked.

Jess considered this for a minute. "Okay. But that really depends on the first name."

"How about Lily?" Don suggested.

Jess followed his gaze to the ink-replica of the bracelet her beloved maternal grandmother had loved so much. There were many flowers in the circlet, but the lily was the most recognisable. "Lily Evangeline ... It's pretty, but Lily Flack doesn't sound right. How about Lilia?"

"Lilia Evangeline Flack." Don murmured, looking down at the sleeping angel in her mother's arms. "I like it."

"Me too." Jess admitted with a smile.

"She's taking my name?" Don asked.

"Of course." Jess answered, as though it should have been obvious.

"Alright." Don conceded, standing up. "But you're going to as well."

"Don …" Jess began.

Don pressed a finger lightly against her lips, stopping her protest. "Wait." He sat down so he was facing her rather than next to her. "I know what you're gonna say, Jess. You said it eight months ago. And you were right. We weren't ready then. If I'd asked, it would have been because of Lilia. But I'm not doing this because it's the right thing to do, Jess. I'm doing this because I love you and I want to spend the rest of my life with you. So if you're going to say no, say it because you don't want to marry me, not because you think it's too soon."

Jess gave him a watery smile. "You haven't asked me a question yet."

Don chuckled. "You and your technicalities." He stood up again, but this time, he knelt down beside her, taking her hand in his. "Jess, will you marry me?"

"Yes." Jess whispered, tugging on his hand to get him to stand up again.

Another smile blossoming on his face, Don cupped her face and kissed her softly. "I love you." He told her softly, before leaning down and kissing Lilia's head. "Both of you. Do you want me to let the others in?"

"In a minute." Jess whispered.

Outside the door, Don could hear quiet voices and realised that their parents arrived; Sam's voice sounded a lot more upbeat as she greeted them and he knew that whatever she'd been avoiding telling him must have been resolved.

Even if it hadn't, he didn't think he could bring himself to care. He had his fiancée and their daughter … what else did he need?

AN: Sorry if you wanted to see the others meet Lilia, but I wanted to end it with just the three of them. That really is the end, folks. I've got a series and three multi-chapters to focus on now. And, yes, Lilia Evangeline was the name of the little girl in my Flangell oneshot, Lilia – if you haven't read it, please check it out; remember Angell never dies in my world, even when it looks like she has. And please review this!