K so this chapter starts off with Chad's point of view. I thought I might as well give him a chance to talk lol. I don't own SWAC. Please review :)

Chad's POV

Even after we got home the following day, I couldn't stop staring at my daughter. She was the second most beautiful thing—Sonny being the first—that I had ever seen. Everything about her was miniature and soft, from her chubby pink chinks to the rolls of baby fat around her legs. She had the longest lashes and pinkest lips of any baby alive, and I knew a piece of my heart already belonged to her.

Sonny and I had decided on the name Charlotte Constance a long time ago, after both of our mothers. Although I seriously doubted the kid would ever use her full name. I myself was planning on calling her Charlie. It fit her perfectly, and I whispered it softly in her ear every time I rocked her to sleep.

I still couldn't believe that I had a family of my own. Whatever had happened to the old me, that Chad Dylan Cooper who didn't think of anyone but himself? When exactly had I changed? It must have happened that first day when I saw Sonny, when that ray of light burst into my life. It was then that I knew that my heart was no longer mine, but I gave it willingly, knowing she could very well have rejected it. But she hadn't.

As I watched her now, sleeping peacefully on the bed with little Charlie passed out in the crook of her arm, I wondered what I had done to deserve her. Sonny could have had anyone she wanted, anyone in the world, yet she had chosen me. I still woke up some mornings thinking it had all been a dream, until I looked down and saw that beautiful head of brown curls resting on my shoulder.

Those Hollywood players, men I used to count myself as one of all those years ago, had absolutely no idea what they were missing.

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Sonny's POV

"No, Tawni, I do not think you can ship snow in from Antarctica just so you can have a White Christmas wedding in California." I was on the phone with Tawni, discussing her wedding details. As it turns out, Braden had asked her to marry him that night he took her out to eat, and Tawni had accepted. But honestly, if I heard one more outlandish idea I was going to lose it. My head was already pounding, threatening a headache later on.

"Rats," Tawni said. "Well what else am I supposed to do? This is going to be the biggest wedding of the century. I have to think of something original."

"How about just a private wedding like Chad and I had?" I suggested.

"Oh come on, Sonny. I want everyone in the world to see me looking gorgeous in my wedding dress. Oh I know! How about a ceremony in Hawaii? We could wear leis!"

I sighed, rolling my eyes. "Okay, Tawni. Hawaii sounds perfect. I've gotta go now; Charlie's crying." This was not exactly true, but Hawaii was the most reasonable thing Tawni had brought up so far and it was best not to say anything that would change her mind. Besides, I now had a full-fledged headache, and I felt like I was going to throw up. A nap was all I could think of right now, so I laid down and went to sleep.

Half an hour later I woke up in a cold sweat, the sound of my heart pounding loudly in my ear. I was pretty sure that wasn't normal. I got out of bed and headed to the kitchen to find my medicine, which was kept in the cabinet above the sink. The second my feet touched the floor, however I felt the world tip and had to grab onto the bedpost to keep myself from falling. My vision went fuzzy for a few seconds, and everything seemed off balanced. I fell back on the bed and reached shakily for the phone.

Unfortunately, Chad wasn't at home. He had been hired to do a local film a few weeks back and was usually gone for the first part of the day, although he always made sure he came home at dinner time. I dialed his number, trying to ignore the feeling of my heartbeat increasing, and waited anxiously for him to pick up.

"Chad, can you come home? I don't feel so good," I said. My voice was unsteady and weak, echoing how I felt.

"Of course. I'll be there in seconds," Chad replied, immediately realizing the gravity of the situation. The second he hung up I let the phone slip out of my hands and leaned back against the pillows, breathing deeply in hopes that my heart would slow down.