Tobias POV

The nurse leads me down a long narrow corridor towards the theatre, I'm so scared for Tris. Anything can happen in there, and I pray that our little girl makes it through this horrible mess.

"Okay through the door and there will be a chair you can sit next her on." The nurse says,

"Thank you." I say quietly, she nods and silently walks back down the corridor.

I quickly walk through the door and find Tris lying on the table, I immediately sit down at Tris' side and find her hand.

"Tobias I'm so scared, I'm so scared." I silently kiss her forehead and stroke her hair. We can't see anything as the green sheet stops up but I can tell all the doctors are flurrying around readying for the imminent arrival of our baby.

"Okay Tris, we are going to start now, you won't be able to feel anything." Tris just nods and I place my face next to her to try and comfort her. She closes her eyes, and in that moment I feel the whole world on my shoulders, so I close my eyes too.

A few minutes later I hear the doctor say,

"You have a baby girl." Tris and I open our eyes and look at each other. We break out into massive grins until I notice something. She isn't crying.

"Why isn't she crying?" I ask worriedly. My question is ignored and I feel Tris' grip on my hand tighten,

"We need to get her to ICU now." The doctor shouts, I quickly stand up so I can see what the doctors are doing and what I see makes me tremble. The doctors are placing our little girl, who is blue in the lips and face, into an incubator, I try and see her little chest rising up and down to show me that she's fighting her early entrance into this world but she isn't. Her little chest isn't rising at all. The doctor sees me staring and gives me look, in his eyes I can clearly see he is telling me to expect the worst.

"Tobias what's happening? Is she okay?" I quickly move back to Tris' side as our baby is wheeled out the theatre room.

"She just needs a little help, Tris she very early remember." She just nods.

"We need to stop calling her 'She', we need to give her a name."

As the doctor closes Tris back up we discuss names,

"I really like the name Grace." Tris says,

"Me too, and I like Layla."

"How about Layla Grace? It's a beautiful name, for a beautiful girl."

" Layla Grace Prior." I pause, "It's perfect."

" No Tobias," she says as she looks into my eyes, "Layla Grace Eaton."

I smile as tears sting in my eyes. I lean down to kiss Tris delicately on the lips.

"I love you so much."

" I love you too."

When Tris is back on the ward, a doctor tells me I can go and visit Layla, I of course jump at the chance. I look at Tris sadly, knowing she can't see her yet until she recovers from the surgery,

"Just give her a kiss from me."

"Will do." I quickly say before leaving the room.

It's a agonising wait in the lift as I slowly get floor by floor closer to Layla, however once I reach her ward I start to feel nervous. I silently walk towards to the front desk,

"Hi I'm Tobias Eaton, Layla's father." She smiles at me,

" I will just take her to you, she's very poorly at the moment so the doctor will explain everything." I nod.

She leads me into a room that full of flowers and beautiful butterfly drawing on the walls, but in the centre is the most important thing in the world, Layla.

She's in a incubator snuggled up in a light pink blanket with wires coming out of her left right and centre. The only positive thing I can see is that she's not the deathly blue colour she was earlier. Although now I can see she's tiny, barely just bigger then the size of my hand.

I want to hug her and kiss her but the plastic wall of the incubator stops me from doing any of that. At that moment a doctor comes into the room,

"Hi my name is Dr Hartland, but you call me Harry." I smile as I shake his hand,

"Tobias." I say, "So how's she doing?"

"Tobias, what I need to make clear is that she's very weak, being 12 weeks premature, her lungs and immune system haven't even built up strength yet, therefore she's going to be in that incubator for a long time. Also at the moment, we believe she may have some brain damage, although I think that is down to the trauma her mother may have suffered whilst she was in the womb, as that is on the notes."

I stiffen, even after Marcus has been gone weeks he's still causing harm.

"But doctor, we were told it wouldn't affect her." He gives an apologetic look,

"Well I'm very sorry but at the time there seemed to be no problem but right now she's having several problems, they may be only be temporary but right now it's hard to say."

I begin to feel dizzy so I sit down on the chair and gaze at Layla, she's already got patch of blonde hair inherited from her mother. I only pray to God that she takes after Tris the most.

"What are her chances? And don't try and protect me. I may be young but that's my daughter right there and I want to know. Tell me bluntly." I sigh.

"Honestly, her chances are very slim, unless her breathing and immune system picks up when she gets an infection it's gonna hit bad, and her body will not be able to fight it. So all I'm saying is maybe you need to prepare yourself for the worst."

I put my head in my hands, Tris went through hell trying to protect Layla and now she's in the world, my only job is to protect her now, but I can't even do it.

The doctor leaves the room and I'm left staring at Layla,

"Layla Grace Eaton, you are going to fight your way out of here because if your anything like you mother, I know you can. Come on baby girl."

A/N Big shoutout to Wafflelover98 who was the only one to guess the name so well done! I'm also very sorry for the long wait but please review if you liked the chapter! :)