MPOV-

''Oh my god,'' I said, I dropped the fashion designs I had been working on to the ground. This was my last day of work before I got off to have my baby.

''What,'' Dana asked as she put her own sketches into her portfolio.

''I...my...my water just broke.,'' I whisperd.

''Alright I am taking you to the hospital,'' Dana said. Always the reliable one.

I did my lamaze breathing as she helped me into her car.

She took off down the road.

''Do your breathing,,'' she says as we get onto the highway.

JPOV-

I couldn't believe my wife was about to give me a baby, and I was stuck in traffic. Damn! Okay so maybe I should really start planning things better.

''Dammit, can't this thing go any faster,'' I growled at the cab driver.

''Dude, calm the hell down,'' Embry, my best friend, said. He put a calming hand on my shoulder.

He as right. I needed to calm down. For Micha. Fo my unborn, unamed baby. For myself

''You cool, man,'' he asked.

''Yeah, thanks,'' I sighed as I puut my head in my hands..

BPOV-

''Ow, ow! Oh shit ow!,'' Micha groaned in agony as she held her back.

Her friend Dana was there, sitting in the armchair.

''Bella...when you actualy have the baby...does it hurt,'' Micha whispered.

''Like hell. It is like the worst pain I have ever felt,'' I groaned in rememberance of the pain.

''Oh geez. Thnks for not lying to me,'' she growled sarcastically.

''Mrs. Platt, you ned to tell me who you would like in here during your delivery,'' Dr. Elana said as she came into the room, holding a clipboard.

''Dana, and Esme,'' Micha said confidently.

The doctor nodded to herself, and left.

''Be safe, liittle sis,'' I say.

I give her one last hug, and go out to wait ith my family.

MPOV-

Okay, Micha. You can do this. This your baby. This is Jacob's baby.

Another contraction hit me,'' Give me the damn spinal block!''

''You are not dialated enough,'' Dana said as she helped me stoke locks of sweaty black hair back.

''He's never touching me again,'' I groaned as the docto spread my legs.

'' you should be able to push nin about thirty minutes,'' Doctor Elana said.

''Ok-kay. Thanks'' I hispered as I tried to calm myself down.

Hell I wasn't gonna wait thirty more minutes.

30 MINUTES LATER-

And then I felt like I was floating outside myself. Like my soul wasn't connected to my body. I didn't feel anything but this horrible pain. And I knew I was suffering. For him. For my baby. For myself. For al of us. And I couldn't take it.

''Mrs. Platt! don't push,'' the doctor says abruptly.

''Why not,'' I asked, shocked. Isn't this the same women who, just a moment ago, was telling me to push?

And my heart almost stopped...my life almost ended with what she said next.

''The umbilical cord is wrapped around the baby's neck,'' she told me.

No. No no no no no non no. Please not my baby. I'd give up my life for my child.

''Do something!,'' I screamed at the doctor.

''Mrs. Platt calm down,'' she urged.

''No! Save her baby,'' Esme screamed. She knew exactly how it felt to lose a child.

The doctor gently unwound my baby, and delivered him. And there he was. My beautiful baby boy. My angel. My life was here.

''Give him to me,'' I whispered. Doctor Elana put him in my arms, and happy tears spilled over.

''My baby. My Jacob Michels (thanks Ilovepeeta!),'' I smiled as I kissed his chubby little cheeks.

He was perfect. He had adorably chubby cheeks, and big brown eyes. He had russet skin, and he had jacob's short, shaggy haair. He was five pounds, and 12 inches long. He was beautiful He was perfect. He was mine.

''Oh, Mica. He's beautiful,'' Esme whispered. She smiled and gently stroked his head.

''He is. My godson,'' Danan smiled.

My child. My son. My Jake Michels.

JPOV-

I stood at the door. There was my butiul wife, holding my handsome and pefect son. Our son.

''Micha,'' I whisepred. She was sitting in there with Dana.

''Hey,'' she smiled aas she looked over at me.

Dana was staring past me at Embry.

''Uh...hi. I'm Embry Call,'' he smiled at Dana.

''Dana Wilson,'' she sad. She grabbed his hand. and they walked out the door.

I walked over to my wife, and she handed my my son. My perfect son.

''Hey, little guy,'' I smiled.

He stared at me, his blue eyes, which would be brown someday, training on my face. His tiny fist waved around.

''What did you name him,'' I asked Micha.

''Jakdks MMidhak,'' she mumbled, on the very verge of sleep.

''Hm?,'' I asked..

''Jacob Michels,'' she said. Her eyes closed, and she drifted off to sleep.

''Jacob Michels. Jake Michels. It's perfect. And you;re perfect,'' I whispered as I gently stroked his head.

I sat in the chair, and held my little, new born son. Next to him, my wife, his mother, was fast asleep.

I sat there in awe of the one thing that could keep my on this earth: my family.

So I don't own Twilight. Stephanie Meyer does. I own Micha and Jake Michels belongs to Ilovepeeta and myself. I alo need help:please send in anymore baby names for future chapters. As always, I will thank you. ttyl!