Author's Notes: This is a continuation of chapter 11. After this for the next few chapters I will switch back and forward between their parents and them. I think the next few chapters will also be short. Thank you for all your reviews. Please read and review!

Disclaimer: I don't own The Blue Lagoon: The Awaking.

Waiting by 3sth3r

Warning: Contains Blood

Chapter 13: Birth

Emma's POV

A deep pain on the underside of my stomach wakes me from my sleep. I take up and see the sparkling stars over head as the pain subsides. The pain fades but I don't think it will be a problem much. It could be false labor again, I think to myself. And when the pain fails to return I get up for the large bed of banana leaves and walk out into the cold night air.

I need a walk, I tell myself, to calm the nervous. I walk a short time to get to the beach and sat down looking of at the waves. The moon is full and bright. It sits just on the sea. My head starts to run away with me. I picture the baby healthy in my arms growing up on the island. But I fear for the future. What if we didn't get home? I wonder. What if I never see my mom again? My thoughts continued like this for a while before a deep pain starts on the underside of my stomach, but it worse than before.

Now I know this isn't false labor. I get up as quick as I can move toward the house but before I can get there another deep pain starts again that stops me from continuing.

Dean's POV

I wake up to a cold chill and find Emma isn't beside me. I hear breaking branches and a scream. Emma, I think. I run out of the house and brave the darkness looking for Emma. After a few minutes of wondering through the trees and brushes, I find Emma. She is clutching her stomach and groaning in pain. Emma is leading up against a tree barely standing.

"Emma," I say breathless, moving closer towards her. She looks up at me with tears in her eyes. "Emma, what's wrong?" I ask. She shakes her head. "Emma you need to tell me what to do." I try to say calmly.

"Dean I need you to come closer." I move in front of her. "Closer." I move so I'm only a few inches away. "Now get on your knees." She says in a shakily breathe. I get on my knees. "You need to see if the baby in crowning." She grabs on to my shoulder digging her nails through the shirt as her face fills with pain.

"How do I know its crowning?" She loses her grab on my shoulder and widens the space between her legs so she is almost eye to eye to me. Her body is almost seating on the ground.

"You need to see if the head is coming. OK! That means I can push."

"Ok," I lift up her dress and see the blood. I take a deep breath and try to prepare myself for what is to come. I see a small tuff of hair peeking out. That's the head alright. "Emma, I can see the head ok." She grits her teeth.

She nods, and grabs my shoulder again as another wave of pain hits her. "Now, you need to get ready to catch the baby." I nod. "So, on the count of three I'll push."

"Ready, one, two, three, push." Emma screams as the baby moves slow. Its head is out but her body still stuck. "Emma you need to push again." As I cup her between her legs ready to catch the baby.

I look up and see the tear going down her face. Her eyes are closed. "No…I can't." She shakes her head and sobs a little. "No. No more."

"Emma," I warn, "You need to do this ok." She opens her eyes to look at me. "If you don't do this the baby might DIE. Ok." I take another deep breath and continue, "Please, Emma just one more time." Between her sobs she manages, a nod. "Ok, ready." She nods again. "Ok, one, two, three, push." Emma screams again, using her nails to cut into my skin, and the baby's shoulders can now be seen. But then the baby stops. I cruse under my breath.

"Emma, the baby is half way out ok. You need to push again." I look up at her while holding the head of my child in my hands. She breathes in deeply and pushes again without warning. The baby's torso and legs come into view and I catch the baby in my hands. The baby is covered in blood and a water-like liquid but this small little thing moves and I'm in love.

Emma sinks down to the ground slowly. The baby cries, and I feel a tear going down my face then another and soon I'm crying. While holding the baby in one of my arms I find a way to take off my shirt and warp it around the baby. I look over to Emma who is only a few inches away. "What is it?" She asks.

I totally forgot to check when checking to see if the baby it ok. But I reach down and see. "It's a girl." Emma smiles and cries even harder.

"Are you ok?" She nods but I can tell giving birth has weakened her. "Can you hold the baby? I need to get to the house to get the knife. So I cut the cord, after you deliver the afterbirth." She nods and takes the crying baby in her arms.

Emma's POV

My body is be on sore. I feel like my body has been ripped apart. I guess it has in a way. I woke up a few minutes ago to Dean moving around the house, gathering some berries and water even nice cook fish, the green ones that are my favorite. I must have fall asleep after delivering the afterbirth, taking the baby and me in his arms as he took us back to the house. And I see that Dean has place your sleeping baby girl in the nest like bed a made her. It made out of plant parts and rope. It sits on a stump from a tree Dean chopped down when building the house.

I smile and wait to see Dean figures out I'm awake. But before he can Dean leaves the house through a small hole on the right bottom in the floor. I stretch and find my body aches more than ever.

Hearing the baby cry, I get up and walk over to her bed and pick her up in my hands. She is clean off now, she as dimples like Dean and his short brown hair. But she has light eyes like me. She is perfect even when she is crying. I hold her close and swing her softy. But she cries even louder. And then I realize that maybe she needs to be feed. I walk back over slowly to the bed lend against the wall. With a newly clean dress Dean place on me. I push down one of the straps. "Come on latch on." I say to my beautiful little girl when my nipple is only centimeters from her mouth.

Dean returns and sees me form across the house. He climbs up the small steps to your bedroom, "Hi," he says, "How are you doing?" The baby finally latches on to my nipple and starts to suck. "I see you've started breastfeeding."

I nod. "I'm ok. Sore as hell but nothing that a few days in bed would do." I laugh a little bit but I soon stop for the soreness in body hurts to much to continue. "So, we really need to talk about what we need to do." He nods, "But first we need to figure out one important thing."

"What's that?" he asks, trying to figure it out myself.

"We need to name her, Dean."

To be continued…