TheBritioWannaBe: Ha thanks.

Nicole0725: I guess you'll find out now.

TomDaleyAndTMS: Glad you liked it and I make no promises.

Sir RCCS: A little boy would've been cute too but there's hardly any girls compare to the boys.

yoaifanatic22: Haha, I love your reaction. Best one but I'm not that mean...I think they've been through enough.

TeamParker: I'm just mean to my characters. I love angst and the suspense. It's fun.

Disclaimer: I don't own Lab Rats
Warning(s): same as always

Chapter Forty-Six: Our Family

Adam's P.O.V.

Chase fell back against the pillows exhausted, pale, and sweaty after delivering the placenta and our baby. I kissed his temple proudly.

"It's a girl," still echoes in my head.

But she's not crying and Chase is hyperventilating. I pull him close to my chest and hold him tight as he mourns what could've been. And the what ifs. We got so far for nothing. Mr. D is trying hard to get her to breathe.

Any tears that well up in my eyes don't fall. In fact I'm expressionless and emotionless except for the murmured adorations I whisper in Chase's ear.

And then the air is filled with piercing cries. I can see our baby girl flailing her little arms and legs. She's messy and pink. And angry.

"Adam," Mr. D calls.

"She's okay," I smile at Chase.

He smiles back weakly and with big doe eyes he pleads that I go to her side. I nod and let go of him. Slowly and unsure I make my way to where Mr. D is. He's smiling brightly holding his granddaughter. My daughter.

"Would you like to?" He asks holding a pair of sterilized scissors.

With shaky hands I cut the umbilical cord. Then he proceeds to clean her and wrap her in a soft, white, cotton blanket. He hands her to me and I nervously hold her. She's so small. So tiny and fragile. My fear of hurting her dissipates as she snuggles closer to my chest. Just like her papa. I don't even notice when Mr. D leaves the room.

I bring her to Chase who looks like he went through hell and back. Immediately he reaches out for her and I gently transfer her to his arms.

She stirs while searching for something and whines about to start crying again. Chase smiles knowingly as he opens the gown with the blanket still covering his bottom half. The baby finally finds what she's searching for and latches on to Chase. I can feel myself turn bright red.

Chase's P.O.V.

I hold my baby girl close and she starts to whine. Smiling I open my sweat soaked gown to reveal my swollen and sensitive breasts. She latches on with little to no difficulty and suckles hungrily. Her tiny first curls and uncurls on my chest as she eats.

"I didn't know you could umm...breast feed," Adam blushes.

"Oh...umm...on one of my check ups when you were at work I kind of asked," I respond turning crimson red.

He nods and then smiles brightly, "she looks like you."

"I hope not," I sigh.

"Chase, you are amazing and gorgeous," he chides.

"I don't feel like it," I mutter.

"You just went through 18 hours of labor, of course you won't feel too hot but to me you are and look beautiful," he smiles.

I downcast my sad gaze at my newborn daughter. I feel the mattress dip and soon Adam has an arm around us. He minds the little girl in my arms and pulls us closer.

"She's perfect just like you. You are amazing for carrying her in you," he compliments.

"Adam," I begin again.

"What are we going to name her?" He asks changing topics.

"I don't know," I shrug.

Adam doesn't respond so I turn to face him. He captures my lips with his. When we part I feel the baby's mouth go slack on my nipple. Her green-brown eyes droop low closing as she falls asleep.

She's small barely 19 inches and 7 lbs.

"She has your ears and forehead," I laugh quietly.

"And your eyes, pouty mouth, and button nose," he chuckles.

I glare at him and pout, just proving how much we look alike when we pout.

"Let me get her ready," he offers.

I hand her over to her daddy, careful not to disturb her sleep. He cleans her better, thoughtful of the stump, and puts on a diaper. Then he changes her into a white onesie and a polar bear cap. He wraps her in her fluffy snow blanket again and he picks her up. With a burp cloth on his shoulder he starts to pat her back firmly but gently.

"Sleep," he smiles lovingly, "I'll wake you up for her second feeding."

I try to fight off the sleep for as long as I can but I find myself surrendering to it soon enough. The exhaustion takes over my body in moments. I watch as Adam talks to our baby girl and paces the room. My eyes close to that wonderful sight of my family. My own family.

Adam's P.O.V.

"Aren't you the most beautiful li'l girl...papa is sleeping so I'm in charge for now," I smile.

I stroke her chubby cheek tenderly. Blindly she grasps my index finger and drags it to her rosy pink mouth. She starts to suckle on it and I laugh.

"Papa is sleeping and you just ate," I whisper.

She gurgles in respond and pouts. Her little mouth pouting reminds me of Chase when he would crave something but wouldn't get it. It's adorable.

"Papa has been through so much, it's only fair we have our little angel," I smile sadly.

She didn't respond but her unfocused gaze turns to face me. Her hazel eyes shining.

"What would've happen if we didn't have you? I don't know but I'm glad we do. I can't imagine not having you or papa with me," I confide.

I place her in the bassinet next to Chase's bed. Both are sleeping soundly again. They look amazing together. I really can't imagine not having either of them in my life. They are my world and I'd go to the end of it to prove it. I love them.

I kiss her forehead lightly. I climb the bed behind Chase and wrap my arms around him.

"Good night baby."

"G'night Adam," he sighs content eyes closed as he snuggles back.