The time flew as Edward stood, watching the world rush past him to take care of Callie and her new baby girl. Doctors came and went, Carlisle took a "break for sleep" to avoid suspicion. Esme never left her side. Leah and Alice arrived (Leah was in a brand new, highly stylish outfit), shortly followed by Rosalie and Emmett. Jasper came but lingered in the background, as the excitement could easily make him manic. Nate showed just later than the rest, seeing as his driving reflexes didn't allow him to go one hundred miles an hour down the curvy driveway of the Cullen homestead.

Before he knew it, it was tomorrow and Edward was in the car with Carlisle and Callie, driving back towards their home. Another flash and he was carrying her upstairs to her baby's room.

Callie stood on weak knees, her baby cooing and gurgling in her arms. She rocked the child slowly back and forth in her arms. Sunlight streamed through the yellow curtains and Callie glowed like an angel of all the things that Edward had ever wanted. He took her and the baby in his arms.

She looked up at him, teary eyed, and smiled. "My family," she whispered.

They stood like that in the dusty twilight, and the day finally slowed its pace enough that Edward could take in his surroundings. His love, in his arms. A child he could call his own. A smile snuck onto his face.

The little girl had a shock of thick black hair on her head already, and was no longer the wrinkly mess of a birth-day. Her skin was smooth and tan, her lashes long and thick like her hair. As if she knew she was being watched, she opened her green eyes and looked up at Edward.

"She's so…aware," he murmured. The child giggled. "Just like her mother. Have you picked a name?"

A smile grew on Callie's face, and she looked at her daughter. "Sephora means "bird" in Hebrew. I figured Sophie could be a nickname."

"Does your entire family have a habit of choosing long unusual names with common nicknames?" Callie's smile grew bigger.

"You like it." Edward nodded. "Why 'bird', though?"

Callie carefully pushed back the blankets that enshrouded Sophie. Between her shoulder and her tiny collarbone was a birthmark in the shape of a bird in flight. "I figured it was only appropriate."

"Sophie," he whispered. The baby's attention, which had never wandered from him or her mother, was sharper now. "Oh, yes. I think that's just right."

After a moment, they heard the door creak quietly, and turned to see Alice wince at the noise. "I was never good at being sneaky. It's not official yet, is it? You could still name her Alice!" Edward rolled his eyes and the three of them laughed lightly. "Sophie, huh?" Sophie redirected her attentions to Alice, who smiled even more.

The door creaked again. Callie rolled her eyes. "Well, you may as well all come in, then." One by one, the rest of the Cullen family, Nate, and Leah filtered in, crowding the nursery.

"So what name did you decide on?" Nate asked innocently. Callie eyed her brother and he smiled sheepishly, knowing he was caught. "I think Sephora is beautiful, and I think Sophie is perfect." Callie grinned and pressed her nose to Sophie's.

"Do you want to go to Uncle Nate?" Callie asked her daughter. Nate's smile grew tenfold as she passed the baby onto him. Even Leah, who seemed nervous before, was relieved and happy at Sophie's mischievous eyes and smirk.

Emmett looked over Nate's shoulder. "Jeeze, Edward, are you sure she isn't yours? I could tell that smirk from a mile away."

Callie looked more closely. "It is yours, Edward! Look!" Edward took the child in his arms and she grinned a crooked little smile up at him.

Watching her child in Edward's arms, Callie knew she had to tell his family what she had asked of him. She took a deep breath and said, "So, I have an announcement." Everyone's head turned towards her. "I have asked Edward," she paused, "To be Sophie's father. To adopt her as his own." Edward stepped towards Callie and looked to his family, nodded his confirmation and searching their minds for their responses. It took a moment for the reality of it to set in, but as soon as it did, Esme and Alice squealed with excitement and ran to embrace Callie. Jasper, Nate, Emmett, and Carlisle took their turns patting Edward on the back and shaking his hand.

Rosalie was more reserved; Edward sensed that it was emotionally hard for her. Callie must have sensed it as well, for she pulled away from the crowd and went towards the other woman. "I have a request for you," Callie said slowly. Edward saw the consideration she had taken, and when he heard her thoughts, he approved. "It would mean the world to me if you would be my baby's godmother." Rosalie would have blushed if she had blood in her veins. She stammered, trying to respond. Callie smiled and said, "Thank you, Rose. Thank you so much." She took the vampire's hand and patted it affectionately.

Rosalie's excitement overcame her, and she hugged Callie (while holding her breath). Edward took his cue and brought Sophie to his surrogate sister, who embraced the child as if she were her own. 'Maybe when Callie dies, you'll be all mine!'

Edward gave her a disapproving look. He knew it was one of those fleeting thoughts, however, and it was gone from his mind as soon as something more surprising came along.

Leah came out of the shadows all of a sudden; she had lingered away from the commotion, feeling unwelcome in the lives of these people. When she saw the child, however, she couldn't help herself. She was drawn to Sophie, her kin. She approached Rosalie without fear and held out her arms. Rosalie didn't hesitate to pass Sophie to Leah. Leah whispered something to Sophie then, and though even the vampires couldn't hear her, Edward heard her recite it in her mind.

"I will tell you the tales of our people," she murmured in Sophie's ear. "You will know your people, maybe even your father, but you will know who you are above all else. We are kin, little one, and I will teach you all I know."

She kissed Sophie's forehead, then handed her back to her mother.

"I think it is time we gave the new mother some rest," Carlisle said. Alice and Esme pouted, but didn't argue. Slowly, they left the room, followed by everyone else, leaving Edward with his daughter and Callie. She sat in the rocking chair, closing her eyes with a smile on her face. It wasn't long before she was asleep. Sophie was asleep herself, and Edward kissed her head, then Callie's, before carrying them both to bed in the lilac room.

A/N: It's a bit of fluff, yes. Don't worry. Conflict comes, whether we want it to or not. It'll come even faster if I get a couple reviews