"What are we doing today?"

I turned and studied Sam, who was sitting at the breakfast bar, resting his chin on his hand and watching me as I pranced around the kitchen, making him some bacon and pancakes. Using the back of my hand to wipe some flour from my face, I smiled at the hopeless look he had adopted.

"Well, dad and Sue want to come over to organise some things for the wedding." I informed and he perked up instantaneously.

"Really?"I nodded and his lips spread into a wide smile, he dropped his hand onto the counter and sat up straighter, "Great, finally we can get it rolling. I've only been waiting weeks." He rolled his eyes, his tone a little huffy.

It was true though, I've been so focussed on the other members of my family that my own wedding had slipped my mind. Leah had an episode of Braxton hicks, which at first she was sure was labour and since we had been alone, having coffee, I had to take her to the hospital and wait to be told it was nothing to worry about. That had been three days ago and she's on the phone every couple of hours, worrying away. Seth had been a little withdrawn since the baby shower and on top of all that, Paul was being a total ass to Collin and Brady, making jokes which just weren't appropriate and starting full on fights between him and the two cubs.

So until dad had rung yesterday and asked about the date Sam and I had chosen, I had pretty much forgotten I was engaged. Much to Sam disgust of course; he was itching to get the show on the road and be married already. Sue was also aghast and demanded that they come over and get some stuff sorted. All of which I felt could wait until other things were sorted.

A yip at my feet brought me out of my thoughts and I leant down to scratch Loup between the ears. My puppy was growing up fast and was massive, looking up at me with hopeful chocolate eyes, his tongue lolling out. I tore off a piece of bacon and made him sit before giving it to him.

"I know, I know." I said as I ladled some pancake batter into the pan and watched it cook. "We're getting it sorted today, promise." I flipped my hair over my shoulder and plated up some food for him, walking over and placing it in front of him.

"Wait!" he yelled as I moved away. I stopped dead in my tracks and turned towards him, searching his face with my eyes.

"What?" I asked, frowning.

He smiled at me, lifting his arms and placing his hands either side of my neck, he pulled me towards him and pressed his lips against mine. He kissed me so tenderly that my toes curled. I whimpered softly and when he pulled back and tucked into his breakfast I was left standing there with an awestruck expression on my face. That was until he flashed me the most smug look ever, which effectively pulled me from my stupor and made me stick my tongue out at him.

"Loser." I murmured as I grabbed myself a plate and sat next to him. Loup settled at our feet, looking up at us from the floor. "We should take him out later."

"To the beach?" Sam asked through a mouthful of pancake.

I nodded, "Yep." and took a bite of some bacon.

"Sounds good, baby. When is this wedding meeting going to occur?"

I looked at my watch to see it was half nine in the morning, "Bout an hour, I guess." I poured some syrup over my pancakes and ran my finger along the side of the jug, catching the drop that was threatening to make my countertop sticky, and licked it from my fingertip. "But I'm sure they are going to go on at us for a while."

Sam shrugged, his broad shoulders lifting up before dropping again. "I can't wait. I'll finally get a date to look forward to and I might get some vision of what the day is going to be like." His tone told me he was annoyed at having to wait and I huffed.

"Yeah, I get it, I'm a crap fiancée." I snapped and his head jerked back as though something had been thrown at his face.

"Whoa!" he muttered, placing a forkful of bacon into his mouth while watching me as though waiting for a bomb to go off.

Rolling my eyes, I dropped some food down for Loup to munch on. "Sorry." I sighed.

"No worries, baby. I should give you a break, you've been busy with the others...it's just...they get to have their lives, get married, have babies. All that. But I have to wait because they need your help. I just don't find it fair, is all. I'm the leader of this pack and for once I want my life to come first." His rant ended with him taking a breath and me feeling quite crap. I understand completely where he was coming from and I've always know that when it come to our relationship, he hated that the important things were left on the back burner for the others. He felt like he should have been married with children before any of the others and I could only imagine how he felt about the fact that Leah, of all people, had it before he did, but then I could only give him what I was ready to give.

My silence must have let into my inner turmoil because he grimaced, "I'm sorry, baby, don't listen to me, the most important thing is that it's getting sorted out. I love you." He leaned over to place a kiss on my neck, trying to make up for what he had said even though he didn't need to.

"No, I understand...I really do. And I'm sorry. I'm going to focus more on us from now on."

He stood and collected the empty plates, nuzzling my cheek before washing the plates up and placing them on the rack to dry. "This is our year remember." He grinned, "We're going to everything we want."

I chuckled and nodded, "That we are, gorgeous." Nibbling my bottom lip, I decided to throw out an idea I had. "I really think we should have a long honeymoon. A proper one."

He cocked his head before leaning on the counter opposite me, "Where do you want to go?"

"All over the place...Bali, Italy, Australia, Brazil. I want to spend four months travelling, just me and you."

I could see him imagining it and couldn't help but smile with him as he grinned. "Done! Four months just me and you. I can't wait."

I squeaked in happiness, just as excited about being able to get away with him as he was. I couldn't even imagine being alone with Sam for four months, with no one around to make my thoughts drift from him. It'll be great and on top of it all, I get to see so many different places.

"Wanna take Loup out now?" Sam asked, "We still have a while."

I slid off of the stall and brushed my hands against my jeans, "Yeah. I'll go grab his ball and get some shoes on." I ran upstairs and grabbed the tennis ball from Loup's bed and then shoved my feet into some sneakers before heading back down. Sam and the dog were waiting by the door, ready to go. Loup's fat, black tail wagging furiously, slapping against the wall every time it swung to his left. "Look at you two." I sniggered.

"Handsome, aren't we." Sam winked, pulling the door open.

I scrunched my nose up at him, "Sure."

Chuckling, he flung his arm over my shoulders and let Loup run out the door before we walked out together. His free hand pulled the door shut and we headed towards the beach. Loup trotted along in front of us, looking back to check we were still there every once in a while. The weather had been better the last few days, no rain but no heat wave either. The sky today was a very light blue, as though it wanted to clear and radiate bright tropical colour onto La Push soil but it was held back by its geographical location. There were many clouds, but they were a dirty white instead of grey and black and the air was warm enough, but then again it always was for those of us who run a temperature of 108.9 degrees.

When we reached the sand, I pulled my arm back and lobbed the tennis ball right to the other end of the beach. Loup yipped and was off like a rocket, his paws flipping up sand in his wake.

"Alone at last." Sam murmured as he watched the dog run.

I scoffed, "You are stupid sometimes." He pulled me closer and I sneaked my hand around his waist, slipping it into the back pocket of his jeans.

He leaned down to nuzzle me, "But you love me anyway." He said with a smirk.

We watched as Loup came bounding back, the bright green ball between his jaws. Sam released me and ran up to the puppy, wrestling the ball from Loup's mouth and then running away with it. I laughed as Loup scrabbled after him, barking and yapping, watching the two of them I found myself rolling my eyes.

They played for a while, Sam throwing the ball and Loup running after it like a mad dog. After some time, Sam threw the ball and then came running towards me. I thought he was going to stop but he didn't and I squealed as he wrapped his arms around my waist and lifted me up, spinning me around really fast.

"SAM!" I yelped as we crashed down to the ground, him lying on top of me and covering my neck in kisses. I squeaked and rolled him over, straddling him in the sand. "What are you doing?" I asked, pinning his hands beside his head.

"Playing." He grinned. Loup came bounding up, dropped the ball and barked before swiping a lick over Sam's cheek and rolling onto his back.

I giggled, "Playing."

Smirking, he tried, half-heartedly, to pull his wrists from my grip without succeeding. "Yeah, baby! I thought you could do with a good tumble."

I sniggered, letting his hands go and sucking in a sharp breath when I suddenly found myself on my back, this time my wrists were pinned above my head with just one of his hands as the other reached out to stop Loup from getting up, the dog was growling loudly and his eyes were wide and intent on finding out whether Sam was playing or an actual threat to me. He was poised to strike but Sam calmed him with a quick scratch behind the ears and he settled again.

"He loves you." Sam murmured, slightly put out that our pup thought he would hurt me.

I shrugged the best I could but it wasn't very effective, "Who doesn't" I teased and Sam shook his head.

"That's true. Wanna go to the diner to eat tonight?" he asked.

I nodded, "Yeah, we need to date each other more before the wedding."

He chuckled, leaning down to kiss me quick before rolling off of me and pulling me against his chest. I rested my head on his pec and tapped my fingers against his abs. He pulled my left hand up and twirled my beautiful engagement ring around my finger. The position was slightly uncomfortable but I didn't mind so much since he seemed to be contemplating something deeply.

"I want you to quit your job at the diner." He said after a few minutes silence. I was so shocked at the turn in conversation that I sprung up and looked down at him with my eyebrows raised so high they were practically buried in my hairline.

"Say what?" I meeped.

He raked his teeth over his bottom lip, "Just so you can look into taking a culinary arts course or a business course or something. Just in Fork's or maybe Port Angeles. Unless you want to wait until we get back from the honeymoon to do one. I just want you to be happy, is all."

I smiled at him, my heart thumping in my chest, it was cute of him to be thinking about what I wanted to do, although I wasn't sure whether I wanted to start now. "I think I'll wait until we come back, otherwise I might miss a lot of the course."

He nodded, "Sure, I get that." He kissed my temple, stroking his hand up my arm.

We laid there quietly for a while and I just enjoyed the feel of his body against mine like this. His warmth adding to my own and his fingers tickling my skin as they trailed up and down. Loup laid beside us, watching with an inquisitive gaze. At some point, Sam lifted me atop him and pulled my head down so that we could kiss, twisting his fingers into my hair as his lips coaxed a reaction out of mine.

"We should get back." He murmured against my mouth.

I nodded and stood up, grabbing his hand and pulling him with me. We headed home, Sam whistling at the puppy to get him to follow. Dad and Sue were just walking up to the front door as we came within sight of the house and I called out to them before they had the chance to knock.

"Hey you." Dad said, pulling me into a hug and squeezing tightly.

I kissed his cheek and followed inside, "You two okay?" I asked, kicking the door shut behind us all.

"Yes, we're good. Ready to get the show on the road is all." I saw the folder Sue was holding, which was bursting at the seams with what looked like magazine articles and god knows what else. She must have saved a lot of stuff from Leah's wedding.

We headed into the kitchen and sat down at the table, while Sam poured some drinks. "What do you have there?" I asked.

Sue raised an eyebrow, looked down at the folder and then smiled, "Just some ideas for what you can have is all." She opened the first page, revealing a list of names and numbers of people in the Rez. "Ideas for the guest list." There were at least forty names on the list, maybe more. Sue's writing is small and all curly, definitely feminine and incredibly pretty. She'd have to write the invitations.

Sam put the drinks down ─ coffee for Sue and I, while both he and dad had a very early beer ─ and sat beside me, pulling his chair nearer to mine so that he could put his arm over my back of my seat. "Don't we need a date first?" He asked.

Dad nodded, "That was the first question. Its February the tenth now, so how long do you want to wait. I'm hoping you don't want a long engagement."

"No." Both me and Sam spoke at the same time. "I was thinking a summer wedding." I continued, "I'd really like to get married on the beach."

"Aw, that would be lovely." Sue said, pulling out a fresh piece of paper and a pen, scribbling stuff down.

I turned to Sam, "Would that be okay?" I asked.

He brushed his hand over my shoulder. "Whatever you want, baby. I think it will be great to get married on the beach."

"So, July then?" Dad asked.

"Yeah. How about the second of July. It's a Saturday and, you know, it's the two of us getting married." Sam winked and I rolled my eyes jokingly at his sentimentality.

"Sounds good to me."

"Awesome." Sue grinned, writing the date down on the paper in big bold letters, underlining it twice and adding a few exclamation marks after. "So the second, on the beach. I'll call the Minister when I get home. What colour scheme do you want?"

My mind buzzed. I didn't really have a clue what I wanted; it's not like I've done this before but I'm sure these things come together over time rather then decided all at once. I'm mean, the big step was setting the date and now I know that in five months time I'm not going to be Bella Swan anymore, but rather Bella Uley. Just thinking about that was enough to make me smile even though it was pretty scary.

I shrugged, "I'm not sure, I quite like the idea of having rose petals scattered on the aisle, which means that there will need to be some kind of material over the sand. Maybe white and red...yeah, white and red."

I had images now, of walking down an aisle of white silk over soft sand, rose petals scattered over my path and reaching an arch of red and white flowers, where Sam would be waiting, watching me with those eyes of his that never failed to make me feel all kinds of special.

"Maybe we should decide the guest list and then figure the other things out as we go along. Our reception can just be a simple beach barbeque...with music, food and drink. It'll be lovely. We could dance until way after dark." Sam suggested. I loved the idea of marrying and celebrating in the place we got engaged and I could just see the two of us dancing beneath the stars again.

"I agree." I nodded.

"Well, obviously the pack and family are invited." Dad grinned and I rolled my eyes.

"Obviously."

"Renee and Phil too." Sam added, watching as Sue wrote down all the names.

"Then all the guys from phoenix, can't leave them out." I said.

We went on until almost most of La Push was on the list. I didn't know a lot of them but most of them have known Sam since he was a baby and he didn't feel right leaving them off the list. I didn't mind though, I've always thought of weddings as a time for everyone to celebrate, so the more the merrier really, especially since we are going to be a part of this community until we die. Sue was talking to me about other plans like flower arrangers and seat covers and cake makers, stuff that I hadn't thought of at all and I was a little overwhelmed. Thankfully she let it go and decided that she would look into some companies and we would visit them on a later date. I really couldn't deal with all the wedding talk; getting married would be amazing ─ planning it not as much.

I made us some lunch at around two but after that you could say I zoned out for a little while and I definitely felt bad when I was thankful that they left earlier than expected. I was tired and my head was throbbing slightly. Sam had seen them out and when he came back he leant against the door frame and stared at me for a while, neither of us saying anything.

He broke first, "What's up?" he asked quietly as I rubbed my temples with my fingers.

"Just got a headache, is all." I muttered, pushing myself up from the table. He walked over to me, one foot in front of the other in a slow, stalking manner. His eyes were dark and demanding and I knew I wouldn't get away with being moody and pensive for much longer.

He came to a stop when our chests touched and my heart rate sped up as I looked at him, standing over me all dominant and commanding. Something deep in my gut clenched as my mate stared me down, acting very much like an alpha male. I frowned when my headache suddenly disappeared and my tense muscles relaxed. Who'd figure the one thing I needed was my mate to assert a little power over me; I felt hot and seedy at the same time.

I was forced to tip my head back to look at his face and he bent down and pressed our lips together. His mouth moved against mine so insistently that it sent chills down my spine. I stroked my hands up his arms and linked my fingers behind his neck as his own hands gripped my hips almost painfully. A growl rumbled from his chest and I answered in like involuntarily, swiping my tongue over his bottom lip. He nipped it before flicking his own against it. His tongue entered my mouth and I surrendered to it, allowing him to dominate and deepen the kiss.

The phone screamed suddenly, making us jump apart as though we were getting caught doing something we shouldn't be. Rolling my eyes, I turned and grabbed the phone from the table, bringing it to my ear.

"Hello."

A heavy breathing greeted me and I wondered what perv had got our house number. "Bella!" oh, just Leah. "Bells, she's coming...my waters broke and the baby is coming!" the sense of urgency in her voice left little chance that this was another false alarm and my heart juttered in my chest.

"Oh shit, okay, where are you?" I asked.

She huffed and puffed for a while, not answering but obviously fighting her way through another contraction. "On the way to the hospital." I could hear Rye saying reassuring things in the background.

"I'll get the family together and we'll come to the hospital as soon as possible."

"Please. I have a feeling that this is going to be quiiiiick!" the last word was elongated, rising a few pitches in the middle. "Fuck, it hurts." She said.

I could feel panic rising in my own chest and I wondered briefly what she was feeling right now ─ other then pain of course ─ knowing that her daughter would be in the world soon. "Okay, okay, get off the phone and to the hospital and I'll be there soon, waiting to see the little cub. I'll bring Sam, Sue and dad. Then I'll call the others, you can decide later when you want them to come over."

"No! I need you here now. Come on your own and get the others there later." She said before hanging up the phone. I obviously didn't have much choice but I wasn't going to go against her anyway, not while she was in that much pain.

I turned to Sam, who was already grabbing our coats. "Let's go." I said, grabbing the keys, "You pick up dad and Sue and call the others." I pulled my coat on quickly.

"She's alright, yeah?" He asked, his eyebrows furrowed, his eyes showing some concern.

I nodded, "She'll be okay, babe. She just wants me there." He leant over to press a kiss against my mouth.

"See you in a bit." He said as we made our way to separate cars.

I drove quickly to Fork's hospital, parking across two bays like most selfish people with nice cars did but I felt I had an excuse this time. I practically ran into the reception, my shoes skidding on the linoleum and leaving scuff marks on it.

"Leah Morgan." I said to the woman on the desk who had Dumbledore-esque glasses perched on the end of her nose.

She sent me a bored look before typing something in the computer with her plastic nails, her eyes scanned the screen before she clucked her tongue. "Ah, yes, she's in labour and delivery. Through the doors and take the lift up to the fifth floor and ask the receptionist there for the room number."

"Thanks."

I pushed through the heavy doors and pressed the button for the elevator about a million times. I don't know why, I'm pretty sure the more you press it the slower the lift gets because I was waiting for what seemed like forever until the silver doors finally opened. I tapped my foot against the floor the entire way up; itching to get to my sister and have her deliver my niece. I didn't think I would be this interested in the birth, normally stuff like that would freak me out. It was all slimy and gooey and painful after all. Maybe it was because it was Leah, but I was so excited that I could barely contain myself.

When the elevator stopped and opened again, I walked out onto the fifth floor, headed through another pair of swing doors and stopped at another desk. It seemed like I was going through a maze of doors and people and lifts even though I wasn't. I asked for Leah again and was directed down the hall. I noticed that there was quite a few rooms along the hall, with plastic chairs opposite each door; some that were occupied by impatient and excited people waiting for their newest family member to be born, while others were empty.

I could hear the screams of agony and quick puffing of women breathing through contractions. I felt bad for Leah, if the noises of these women were scaring me, I could only imagine what it was like for her considering she was going to be going through the same thing.

I rapped my knuckles against the door of Leah's room and walked in when she yelled for me. I sucked in a breath when I saw her on the bed; sweat beading her forehead, face screwed up in pain and hair sticking up at all angles.

"You look lovely." I said before I could stop myself. She glared at me as she puffed through a contraction but couldn't hold it long before she snorted.

"Thanks." She managed after a minute. I looked over at Rylan, who was perched on the edge of the bed, his hand caught in a grip so tight I was sure he must be close to getting his hand broken.

"Hey, why don't you hold my hand. Poor Rye here is only human." I said, wincing in sympathy for the boy.

Leah dropped his hand so fast that I blinked in surprise. "Sorry, babe." She moaned, letting her head fall back against the pillow.

Her husband clenched and released his hand a few times, "No problem. I don't mind if you break it just as long as everything goes okay."

I closed the door behind me and sat on the other side of her. She gripped my hand straight away and I was immediately thankful for my mutant genes. "How you doing?" I asked softly, giving her a smile.

She exhaled for what seemed like a thirty seconds before licking her lips, "Okay, I think. Hurts like a bitch though. Midwife says I'm only three centimetres."

"That's not much, right?"

"Got seven to go." Rylan said, stroking Leah's hair back from her face.

"She won't be long though." My sister said, "She's impatient." She rubbed her hand over her hospital-gown covered bump.

"Wonder where she gets that from." I deadpanned before chuckling slightly. Wincing in sympathy as another contraction hit.

It must have been another fifteen minutes before the others arrived. I heard them outside of the room and had to swap places with Sue so that she could see her daughter. They had a two visitor limit in the room while in labour so turns had to be taken. Sam grabbed me as soon as I came out and yanked me against him.

"How is she?" he asked. Seth bounced next to him, waiting for the answer as well.

"She's fine. We're just waiting now for everything to kick off. I'm not sure how long we're going to have to wait." I said, linking our hands. "You alright there?" I smirked at Seth.

"Yeah, I just want to see Leah."

"Wait for your mom to come out and then you can go in." Dad said, patting Seth on the shoulder. The boy thanked him and went to sit next to Paul, jigging his leg up and down.

The smells of the hospital made me a little queasy but I fought through it, sitting on Sam's lap as we waited. Some of the boys were sitting on the floor, Jacob leading a game of eye-spy. We could hear Leah's huffing and swearing and Rylan's soothing along with a woman down the hall who was screaming her heart out.

"I wish she would shut up." Paul grumbled, rolling his eyes as the screaming got even louder.

Kim blinked at him, "She's giving birth, you asswipe. It's the most painful thing in the world and you don't have to experience it, ever, so maybe you should be quiet."

The other guys sniggered as Paul glared at her. "Whatever." He muttered, knowing that he didn't really have a better comeback. When Sue came out, Seth rushed into the room, slamming the door behind him.

"She's getting close." Sue informed, rubbing her hands on her jeans. "I'm getting nervous." Dad went over and pulled her into a hug, kissing her on the cheek.

"We're going to be grandparents soon." He smiled.

A wave of jealousy kicked me in the chest, so hard and shocking that it was as though it winded me. Guilt flooded me soon after. I shouldn't be jealous about the fact that they were happy to be grandparents, it wasn't right. But I never thought I would see my father excited to get a grandchild that wasn't coming from me. I would never give him his first granddaughter and what if that meant mine weren't as special to him as Leah's was. I felt the tears well up and had to get out of there.

"Just going to the bathroom." I said quickly before rushing down the hall and feeling like a complete bitch. I found the bathroom and locked myself in quickly, leaning my hands against the sink and staring at myself in the mirror, completely disgusted. "What is wrong with you?" I asked my reflection.

I didn't know what was wrong with me. I wasn't excited about planning my wedding and I was jealous over my sister having her baby first. It was ridiculous and I hoped that it would go away soon because I didn't want to be that kind of person.

I wiped at my eyes, shaking my head at myself. What did it matter if I didn't give dad his first granddaughter, he wouldn't love my child any less. And maybe I'd give him his first grandson instead, as long as Leah didn't decide to become a baby-making machine after this one.

A knock on the door made me jump and I opened it, ready to step out when Sam pushed me back in and closed it again. He gave me an understanding look and made me feel even more guilty. "Stop it." I muttered, going for the door handle, only to have him block me and lean against my only way out.

"It's okay, Bells. It's natural to feel like that." He said softly, reaching out to stroke my hair.

I blinked, playing innocent, "What are you talking about?"

Thankfully, someone decided that the door needed breaking down and started smashing their fist into it. "Bella stop fucking Sam and get out here, Leah wants you!" Paul yelled from the other side.

Grabbing the handle, I glared at my fiancé, "Please move."

Sam sighed and nodded, getting out of the way. I was out the door before he could say anything and didn't stop when he called my name. My guilt only worsened but hopefully as soon as everything was over and I was at home, in my bed, I would feel better. I'd have to apologise, I knew I was being out of order.

"What's up?" I asked the hoard outside of Leah's room.

Sue grinned at me, "She's about to have the baby and wants you in there with her."

"Me?" I gasped, my hand pressed against my chest.

"Yep." Quil said, "Lucky you." The last part was sarcastic, so I stuck my tongue out at him and headed straight into the room.

Leah didn't look any better; she was lying back on the bed, covered in sweat and grunting as she strained. I rushed over to the bed, taking her hand and sending Rylan a reassuring smile. He looked just as stressed out as Leah did, bless him, and I could only imagine how he was feeling, watching his woman do through all this pain.

"Hey, you're doing so good." I said to my sister, my previous emotions behind me now as I focused on her.

"Told...you...impatient." She spat out through gritted teeth, her eyes wide as she let out a long high pitch groan. There was a midwife and a doctor between her legs and I felt a little sorry for her.

"Tell me about it." I said, stroking my thumb over the back of her hand. "Thank you." I said sincerely, not even bothering to explain because the flash in her eyes told me she knew.

"No...other..." she broke off with a scream.

"Okay, Leah, the baby's coming now. I can see her head." The doctor grinned from his place between her spread thighs and the sight was pretty disturbing.

"Really?" Rylan asked, moving to look. "Oh my god." He muttered before scooting back up, "She's got light hair, babe, she's gonna be a blondie."

My heart throbbed in my throat as Leah pushed, her face scrunched up. She was holding her knees against her chest and we helped her keep them there. My eyes shot wide when the baby's head popped out; eyes shut and face covered in goo, it wasn't the most glamorous of sights but it was definitely the most amazing thing I've ever seen. The doctor pulled the rest of my niece out of her with a squelch.

I let out a squeak of happiness. The three of us staring at the little girl with wonderment on our faces. Leah put her legs down and accepted her daughter into her arms, the look of love on her face so overwhelming that it was all I could ask for to experience that myself one day.

"She's so beautiful." I breathed, my bottom lip quivering as my eyes welled up. The baby wasn't crying, but her eyes were open, she was blinking slowly and sucking her bottom lip in and out of her mouth. She was amazing.

"She is..." Rylan sniffed, joining me in the teary club. He leant down and kissed his wife, "Thank you. Thank you."

Leah looked up at him and grinned, "I love you."

"I love you."

"Aw, guys!" I smacked my knee as tears rolled down my cheeks. They turned to me and laughed and I could help but lean around, pulling them into a slightly uncomfortable but no less meaningful hug, without squishing the baby. "Thank you for letting me be a part of this." I whispered.

We pulled apart when the doctor cleared his throat. "Let us just clean her up and everyone can come in and see." He said, holding his arms out.

Leah reluctantly handed over her child, her eyes not leaving her form. Her daughter was small with wrinkly pink skin and a tuft of light hair atop her head. Little hands and feet went wide as she splayed her arms and legs, trying to get away from the towel that was wiping all the muck off of her.

"I can't believe she's here." Leah sighed happily, "It seems like yesterday that I found out I was pregnant."

I use a fresh towel to wipe the sweat from her face and smooth her hair down, "Goes fast, huh."

"Oh, yeah."

Rylan got handed his daughter while Leah delivered the afterbirth and everything was cleaned up. Once the doctor and midwife was happy, they left and allowed everyone else in. The pack swamped the room and flocked the baby; cooing and aw-ing at her. Everyone kissed Leah on the cheek and the boy's gave Rye a whack of appreciation on the arm.

"She's fantastic." Sue sniffed, running the back of her hand across her eyes. "What's her name?" Rye and Leah shared a private smile and he nodded at her, giving her permission to divulge what they had chosen.

The new mother, sat up a little more and cleared her throat, "We've decided to call her Lola Isabella Morgan." She looked at me, "She had to have her aunt and godmother's name in there somewhere."

I burst into tears. Ecstatic tears but still. I had to cover my eyes with my hands as I thanked them. Everyone was looking at me but I couldn't help it and when Sam's arm slid around my shoulders, I turned into him and sobbed against his chest.

"It's a beautiful name, Leah." Dad said and I could hear the smile in his voice.

"Bella?" I turned when Rylan said my name and blew out a long breath. "Would you like to hold her?" he asked, handing his daughter over to me.

I walked straight over and pulled her against my chest, "Would I ever." I cradled her in my arms, rocking her slightly. I was enamoured by her small, deep blue eyes and wondered whether they would darken and take on Leah's brown hue after a few months or stay the way they were. Jacob and Kim and Sam were breathing down my next but I ignored them until I couldn't anymore.

Lola was passed around so that everyone could get a cuddle and I had to admit that seeing cocky Paul cooing at the baby girl was the sweetest thing ever. When Sam held her, his huge body curling protectively around the bundle in his arms, I felt my control wavering. I knew that it was just because my emotions were all over the place, but some part of me wondered whether it would be all that bad to have a baby of our own. If we could share what Leah and Rye did, that overwhelming love that they happily drowned in, then why shouldn't I seek out the cause of that.

Shaking my head, I pushed the thoughts away and pulled myself back to the now. Kim stood next to me, nudging me slightly. "Crazy, isn't it. It's weird to think that this is all down to you."

I frowned and turned to her, aware that the others were listening, "How is this down to me?" I asked confused, I sure didn't get Leah pregnant.

She chuckled, "Well, had you never turned up, none of this would have happened. If you hadn't turned up Leah wouldn't have her soulmate and her baby because he wouldn't have come here."

"And I wouldn't have Edward, there was no way we were going to meet with the Cullen's on our own accord. And even if we had met at some point, I never would have accepted it without you." Jacob added.

I held my hands up, "I didn't do anything." I said, definitely not wanting to take any kind of credit for the wonder that was our lives. We weren't normal but that was just fine; we wouldn't have it any other way.

After another half-hour we were all ushered out so that Leah could be moved to another room and get some sleep. I drove myself home as Sam dropped some of the others off. It was late, nearly ten and I was starving so as soon as I got in the door I ordered a few pizzas before going upstairs to change.

I had a quick shower, threw my hair up and chucked on a vest top and a pair of Sam's boxer-briefs. He was sitting in the living room when I walked in, leaning against the arm of the couch with Loup at his feet.

"Hey there." He said softly, drawing me over with a look. I collapsed next to him before snuggling up to his side.

"Sorry about earlier." I sighed, "I'm in a weird mood today."

"I noticed. But it doesn't matter."

"Not anymore." I said, "How lovely is Lola."

"She's gorgeous, baby. A heartbreaker when she gets older, I reckon. We'll have to watch out for her all the time." he chuckled to himself.

"We're going to have to throw a party, get the gang over from Phoenix and celebrate the birth."

"I think we should rest tonight." Sam kissed my temple, "I need to feel you curled up against me."

I moaned at the thought, it was exactly what I needed; to press up against him and fall asleep in him arms. We scoffed the pizza when it got here before heading straight up to bed, stripping out of our clothes. I was so tired, the day had completely emotionally and mentally draining.

"Come here." My fiancé purred as he pulled me against him and nuzzled my cheek. "I love you."

"And I you." I sighed blissfully, flinging my leg over his hip and resting my head on his chest. I hoped that when I woke up I would have had a mood transplant of some kind and would feel a bit more stable, ready to see my beautiful niece again. I couldn't wait to spoil her. Snuggling in further, I closed my eyes and let sleep overtake me.

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