A/N: Hi, just wanted to point it out that we had a slight time jump toward the end of last chapter.

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Now, who's ready to meet Baby Cullen?

Chapter-11: BPOV

The morning dawns like any other. I lie for ten solid minutes, simply staring at the clock on my nightstand, wondering whether it's worth it to leave the comfort of my bed. Of course my daughter doesn't like that. She aims a kick right to my stomach as if to jump-start my day.

I place a hand over my swollen and ready to burst belly and rub it soothingly. "Today's the day, baby. I'm finally going to meet you today." There's a slight movement against my hand as if she's agreeing with me. I let out a soft sigh. I'm going to miss communicating with her like this, but the thought of having my baby in my arms fills me up with joy.

If only your daddy was here, baby.

Dashing away the tears starting to make their way down my cheeks, I steel myself and start my day.

My gynaecologist said there were some complications with the baby's positioning so a c-section is a safer option. Despite my apprehensions of going under the knife like that, I agreed to go through with it. After all, with my husband fighting in a war on the other side of the world, I didn't think I was equipped to handle any unannounced emergency situations. So I carefully pack my own hospital bag and a small bag with some of the baby stuff I had gotten on my babyshower.

Rose, being the extraordinarily caring friend and aunt she is, knocks on my door just as I'm starting to wonder what else I should bring with me. As soon as the door is opened, she breezes in and start going through her list of what we should bring to the hospital.

So, after adding about a dozen more things into a separate bag, we finally step out of my apartment building just in time to see Emmett pull their SUV into the driveway. He steps out of the car with a wide smile and holds the door open for me. "Ready to make me an uncle, Little Bella?" Hearing his words, reminds me that I'm about to go through this without my husband. Without any warning, I burst into tears, wishing it was Edward who was here to take me to the hospital.

"Bella, what's wrong?" Emmett asks, looking horrified that he might have offended me in some way.

Shaking my head, I only manage to utter his name. "Edward ..."

Rosalie wraps me in her arms and shushes me softly. "It's OK, Bell," she whispers in my hair. "He's fighting to make the world a better place for the baby, remember? Besides he'll be back soon. He promised."

"But ..."

She shakes her head, looking sternly at me. "No buts, young lady. You're going to get your butt into the car and we're going to have the baby today. You're not allowed to think so negatively today of all days." When I don't respond at all, she squeezes my shoulder. "What do you think Edward would've done if he was here?"

A small giggle escapes me as I imagine my husband—who sounded beyond excited and more than a little scared in his last email—running around and making sure everything is perfect for my and the baby's comfort. "He would do his best to take care of us both," I answer honestly.

"Exactly!" Rose says. "Now will you please let us take care of you and the baby? I mean we're no Edward, but we are family."

I give her a hug in response to let her know how much I appreciate having her and Emmett there with me, and with one more deep sigh, I get into the car.

Hours, or what feels like years later, I lie in my hospital bed, staring at the miracle in my arms. There, wrapped in a little pink bundle, lies the baby girl I've been carrying inside me for the past nine months. I keep checking her fingers and toes, marvelling at the utter perfection she is.

Softly, the door to my hospital room opens and first Rose and then Emmett peeks in. "May we come in?"

I smile at them and nod. "Baby," I coo softly to my daughter. "Your uncle and aunt are here to meet you."

"What's her name?" Emmett asks me.

I suck in a startled breath as I realize that despite playing around with names during our email exchanges, Edward and I never settled on a particular name. How horrible of a mother am I? Trying to blink back the tears, I shake my head. "I … I don't … know. I need to talk to Edward … before I pick a name..."

Grinning, Emmett holds out his phone to me. "Someone has been texting me, begging to see you."

I look into the screen and I can see my husband, looking haggard and with bags under his eyes. "Edward?" I gasp in shock. "What happened to you?"

He frowns and then starts shaking his head. "That's supposed to be my line, Mrs. Cullen. How are you feeling, sweetheart?"

I manage what I hope resembles a smile as I try to swallow around the lump in my throat. "I'm OK. You?"

He smiles back at me. "I'm good, now that I've seen you." His eyes roam about for a second before he asks, "Is she there with you? Can I see her?"

I motion Emmett to move the camera so it's focused on the baby's face. I watch as Edward takes his first look at our baby and I watch in utter disbelief as his face crumbles and the strong man I'd married starts to openly wipe away his tears. "That's our girl?" I hear him ask softly.

I move Emmett's hand so the camera is focused on both of us and then nod. "That's our girl. We need a name though. She's currently Baby Girl Cullen."

Edward focuses his bright eyes on our baby and whispers, "Lily. She's so pink and delicate … just like a lily."

"Lily?" I repeat, testing the name out. "Lily Cullen?"

"Liliana Carlie Cullen?" Edward responds. "We can call her Lily."

"Carlie?" I can't help but ask.

"After our dads; Carlisle and Charlie," Edward says with a smile. "And Liliana after Rosalie Lilian."

I reach over and squeeze Rose's hand as I smile up at my husband. "It's perfect."

"The perfect girl needs a perfect name," he tells me. "Thank you, Bella, today you've completed my family."

"Our," I correct him, feeling tears prickle at the corners of my eyes. "Our family, Edward. Just a few more months and you'll be with us."

He nods. "Just a few more months."

The words are at the tip of my tongue, but I hold them off; instead I simply smile at him.

I can wait a few more months.

A/N: Any guesses what she's going to tell him? ;)

I know most of you wanted him to be there for the birth, but this is the exact picture I had in my head when the idea first came to me.

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