A/N: no more waiting? Well gee, what could that possibly mean?

Disclaimer: Twilight and all its characters belong to Stephenie Meyer

Alice was still sleeping around ten in the morning, but I knew better not to wake her up. Instead, I paid attention to the vampires milling around the house.

At the beginning I had wondered if anyone would notice that all the Cullens disappeared.

"Taken care of," Carlisle had said. "I told everyone we were going on an extended family vacation."

I think, when their minds were working together, the Cullen family could solve any problem. I was proud to be a part of it, if only by marriage like Edward and Emmett. Though, Alice had told me once that they had been like brothers for the longest time.

"Jasper!"

I looked up sharply to Edward's distressed face. He was staring at Alice. I quickly turned. Alice was writhing and crying in pain. I shook her, trying to wake her up.

Edward quickly ushered the family out of the house. I had the feeling he knew more about what was going to happen than he let on.

Alice's eyes shot open and she gasped. She sat up quickly and swung her legs over the side of the couch, standing. She clutched her stomach, her body tense with pain. Alice's expression changed and suddenly, she cried out and fell to her knees.

I searched for the right thing to do. I had no ideas. I needed Carlisle here.

Edward must have been scanning my thoughts, for Carlisle showed up a moment later, his breath stopped. "Hurry!"

I picked up Alice and Carlisle commanded for me to lay her on table in another room. Alice arched her back off the table, crying out in pain.

"We must cut her stomach open," Carlisle told me gravely.

I hissed in disagreement. "No."

He picked up a scalpel and carefully, with doctor's precision, cut a line down her stomach. I fought against my instincts to attack him.

What happened next was a blur. Carlisle had commanded me to remove the baby by cutting open the sack with my teeth. I got it out, shoving it at Carlisle. I could care less right now. And then I was biting Alice here and there and over her heart. I prayed it was enough.

"Did you and Alice ever talk about names?" Carlisle asked.

"No," I answered, never taking my eyes off my too still tiny wife.

"Well then come up with a good girl's name."

I finally looked over my shoulder at the tiny thing in Carlisle's arms. It was covered in blood and hard to see. Carlisle carefully wiped away most of the blood with a towel. The baby had pale skin, but with a human's blush. Her hair was my blonde, her eyes were Alice's green. And she was the most beautiful baby ever created, for she looked exactly like the perfect combination of the woman I love and me.

Carlisle let out a low whistle, handing me the little girl now wrapped in a clean towel. "Amazing."

I could hear the fast heartbeat of the baby as her pink lips parted in a cry. "I wouldn't know what to name her."

"Alice used to talk about what she would name her kids," Carlisle said slowly, like he was trying to remember, "and I think, the girls name was…" He frowned in concentration. "Daniela."

"Daniela," I repeated. "Daniela." Suddenly, I remembered my human mother's name. "Daniela Simone Whitlock. What do you think?"

Carlisle smiled. "It's a lovely name for a lovely baby girl."

I held my daughter close while my attention refocused on Alice. "Go get Edward; I need to know what's going on in there."

It was dark. Just dark. No fire or unbearable pain like I had been warned about.

I heard faint voices and a soft, sweet cry. I ached to hold the child making that cry. I knew it was my baby.

But I continued to lay in my blackness, waiting until it was over and I could see the world with new eyes.

"She's fine," I vaguely heard Edward say.

"Beautiful," I heard Rosalie murmur.

"Don't touch her," Jasper hissed.

I wondered what they were talking about. Then I realized. My baby was a girl. I twitched my fingers, wanting to move my whole hand.

"Her fingers!" Bella cried.

I heard the sound of a loud, fast beat. Somehow, I knew this was my heart. It seemed to be getting faster as the darkness deepened and became thicker.

"It won't be long now," Jasper whispered sometime later. I could just barely feel his fingers brush across my forehead.

I moved my whole arm eventually. And then the other arm, then the legs. And my heart beat was all the while getting faster. Finally, after what seemed like years, it completely stopped.

It was few moments before I could open my eyes. The first thing I saw was a ceiling. The wood was intricately carved and there were almost no specks of dust on it.

I turned my head and caught sight of my loving Jasper. In his arms was a tiny bundle in a blanket. I sat up quickly, catching his attention.

"Alice," he whispered, a wide smile on his face.

I got up and rushed to him, a little too quickly to seem right. "Can I see her? What'd you name her?"

Jasper carefully held her away from me still. "She has blood Alice, and a beating heart. You have to be careful."

"It smells like it wouldn't taste good," I muttered, wrinkling my nose, "and besides, I wouldn't kill my baby."

"Her name is Daniela Simone Whitlock." I smiled at the name.

"That was your mother, Simone, right?"

Jasper nodded."Carlisle told me you wanted to name your daughter Daniela, correct?"

I thought back through the muddy memories I had. "I believe so. Anyway, I love it. Now let me see her."

Jasper turned the bundle to face me and I gasped. She was absolutely beautiful. Her hair was blonde like Jasper's but straight like mine, her eyes were wide and green like mine, her tiny face was like an angel's, and her skin was flawless and slightly blushed.

"Oh my god," I whispered, my eyes widening. "She's so…perfect."

"My thoughts exactly."