Five hours later, Dr. Calvert announced that Rose was ready to bring the baby into the world. It had been a long few hours, with Rose in constant pain and Jack trying to soothe her. Rose was covered in sweat and was absolutely exhausted from being in labor. Jack could feel his hand starting to lose feeling from Rose constantly grabbing it, but if that's what his wife needed, he was willing to give it to her.

"Alright, Mrs. Dawson, you're ready to start pushing," Dr. Calvert coached. "Now, on the count of three, I want you to give me a big push."

Rose nodded her head, mentally preparing herself to bring her child into the world. She looked at Jack, her face drenched in sweat and her red curls sticking all over her face. He lightly kissed her forehead. "You can do this Rose. I love you."

"I love you too, Jack." Rose nodded as she heard Dr. Calvert start to count. "One… Two… Three." Rose gathered all of her strength and clenched Jack's hand, pushing with all of her might. She screamed as she felt the baby push its way out of her.

"Alright, Mrs. Dawson. I can see the baby's head. Give me another big push."

Rose started to push again, tears streaking her face from the amount of pain she was in. She screamed and grabbed Jack's hand even harder than before, making him bite his lip in pain. Rose felt the baby slide from her body, and seconds later, she heard a baby's cry. Rose laid back, exhausted. Tears continued to flow down her face, this time from happiness.

"It's a girl!" Dr. Calvert exclaimed, cutting the umbilical cord and cleaning out the small baby's mouth and nose so that she could breathe. The baby wailed and kicked her feet. She didn't seem to be very happy about being brought into the world.

"A girl? I have a daughter?" Jack asked, not realizing that his face was also streaked with tears of joy.

"Yes, you do. She's very healthy, might I add." Dr. Calvert said as he handed the small infant to her father, moving his attention to taking care of Rose. Jack looked at his first-born child, amazed that he had helped make her. This was the baby that had been inside Rose for nine months, that they had felt kick every night. The baby had a few red curls on the top of her head and big blue eyes, just like his own, Jack observed. It was a beautiful combination. "You're my daughter," Jack whispered as he stuck out a finger and the small infant clenched on to it.

Dr. Calvert took the baby again, cleaning her up and wrapping her in a small pink blanket before handing her to Rose, who had sat up, waiting to finally hold her daughter. Rose cradled the small infant in her arms, quieting the baby's cries. "She's beautiful, Jack. She looks like you. Those big blue eyes."

Jack smiled and wrapped his arm around his wife, staring down at his baby daughter. "Yeah, but she's going to have your beautiful red curls, and your smile. The best of both of us."

Jack and Rose's moment with their daughter was interrupted by Dr. Calvert, who had pulled out a birth certificate. "What are you going to name her?"

Rose smiled and looked down at the baby, who had quieted and was now staring up at her parents. "Margaret Cora Dawson." Dr. Calvert nodded his head, as he wrote down the baby's name and signed the certificate. He packed up his things, ready to leave. "Well, Mr. Dawson, I'll be back in a week to check on Rose and Margaret. Congratulations to you both."

"Thank you, doctor. We really appreciate it."

"No problem, Mr. Dawson. It's my job to bring babies into the world. I'm sure your daughter will grow to be a fine young woman."

"I hope so," Jack said, turning around to see Rose was talking to their baby. He smiled at the scene. "Thanks again, doctor. And it's Jack. Just call me Jack."

"Alright.. Jack. Well, have a nice day. I'll see you in a week."

Jack nodded. "You too, doctor." Dr. Calvert walked out of the bedroom and down the stairs, leaving the Dawson residence. Jack walked back over the where Rose was sitting, cradling their daughter, who was now fast asleep. Being born was hard work.

"We're parents," Jack whispered as he put his arm around his wife and looked down at his sleeping daughter.

"I know. I can't believe it," Rose said, gazing at Margaret and then up at Jack. "Little Margaret Cora Dawson."

"That's a big name for such a little baby."

"I know, but we'll call her Molly for short. She's named after two wonderful people."

Jack nodded, agreeing, before talking to his sleeping daughter. "Hey, Molly.. I'm your daddy. We're going to be the best of friends, I'm sure. I'm gonna try to be the best daddy in the world to you, and maybe you'll learn to draw like me. What do you say, huh?"

Molly opened her eyes and whimpered before grabbing onto one of Jack's fingers with her tiny hand. Jack took this as a yes. "That's my girl."

"I love her so much already. She's perfect.. I can't believe we made her," Rose whispered as she rocked Molly back and forth, trying to prevent her from crying.

"We did a good job, huh?" Jack asked, kissing his wife's forehead.

Rose nodded in agreement, still rocking her baby back and forth. Molly was absolutely perfect. She was like an angel that had been dropped down from heaven.

"Rose.. Thank you," Jack whispered as he looked at Molly lovingly.

"You're welcome. For what?"

"For giving me Molly. Ever since my parents died, I'd hoped and prayed for a family again, and now I have one. You, me, Molly.. we're a family. I love the both of you more than anything in the world."

Rose smiled as tears welled up in her eyes. "I love you too, Jack. I think we're going to make good parents."

"I think so too, sweetheart," Jack said as he took Molly, who was asleep again, from Rose's arms and held her close. Rose laid back, exhausted, and fell asleep as soon as she closed her eyes. Jack leaned down, giving Rose a gentle kiss on the forehead, and pulled the covers over her with his free hand. He sat down next to the bed, Molly in his arms, and watched his beautiful wife sleep. He couldn't believe how perfect everything was. He had an amazing wife, and a beautiful baby daughter. What else could he ask for?