A double chapter! I decided it's finally time introduce the littest Wolfe! I HOPE I GET MORE REVIEWS!

Any Day Now

According to the calendar Emily Wolfe was 39 weeks pregnant today. If she could skip the labor and delivery part and have the stork drop the baby off on the doorstop like in the cartoons she was absolutely ready to get this over with.

And meet Bella.

Ryan was excited as any expectant dad and now as jumpy as could be every single time his phone rang. Eric found it amusing but Horatio reminded him that he would be that way soon. At home every time his wife moved Ryan wanted to know why. On the evening of estimated due date. Emily threw a pillow at him when he asked.

"The same place I went fifteen minutes ago, the bathroom," Emily said, shaking her head.

"Oh. Okay," Ryan said putting his head back down on the other couch where he lay.

Emily didn't know whether she should find his nervous concern sweet or annoying. But at the moment he was really starting to get on her last nerve. She was this close to calling Alexx and asking her to come over and inject Ryan with something. Alexx called that night and Emily voiced her frustration. She saw him at work, the M.E. could only imagine what the father-to-be was like at home. In their prenatal class, the instructor had also put much emphasis on mom getting lots of hugs, something she and Ryan had no problem with and even if he was massively irritating wanting to know her every move right now, Emily didn't sleep well unless she was hugged into Ryan's body and had her head on his chest at night.

"I love you, even though you bug me," she said, kissing him that night when she got into bed. "You're a great pillow."

Ryan smiled. "I love you, too. And I'm very happy to be your pillow."

Emily had seen the doctor that morning and there wasn't any sign of her going into labor yet. She had let Ryan know by text message, two simple words "no change" when she left the clinic. She told him she would do so, she would make a call and tell him more if she got different news.

"No news, huh?" Natalia said, standing next to him in the trace lab.

"Nope," Ryan said.

Ryan took a second to give his wife a call a few minutes later.

"No news, huh?"

"Nope. She wants me to see her again on Thursday."

That was in two days. Emily told him in more detail what the doctor said. The baby hadn't moved down any in preparation for birth, but that could also change "the moment she left the office."

That happened between then and his wife's next appointment. Then she told Emily that she could go into labor "any moment." She wasn't dilated any but the baby had "dropped." She told her patient that she should keep her husband "close to home."

And the mom and dad could still make love "to their heart's content." In fact, it might help induce labor. For some fathers-to-be, that was a turn-off. Not for Ryan. Making love to his pregnant wife was great, he was turned on, not off by her belly. If sex bought them closer to meeting their baby daughter then that were a bonus. Ryan and Emily were still making love at least once a week, sometimes twice.

A New Life

Six days after that Thursday, Emily began to experience contractions at five a.m.. Ironically she and Ryan finished making love at two. The contractions were mild and irregular, but considering the date, chances were high this was real and they would be on their way to the hospital very soon.

They were still at home when Ryan called work at 7:15am.

"That's fine, Ryan," Horatio said when the CSI called. "Keep us posted. And congratulations."

The couple were using the Bradley Method or "husband-coached childbirth." If she had to have drugs for pain, so be it, but after seeing the video of an epidural insertion during prenatal class, Emily hoped more she would be able to give birth naturally. Emily's water broke at nine a.m. and the two were at the hospital by quarter after ten. She was almost three centimeters when she arrived at Dade Memorial Hospital.

"It's all right, honey," Ryan said, giving her a hug as she began to shake in panic, standing up holding on the edge of the bed. "Shh. Breathe with me," he said, taking her face into his palms. "You can do it. That's it. Good for you. Good job."

Whether or not it sped labor along, the midwife suggested that the two walk around the hall a bit, even if it just took mom's mind off the pain. Emily knew Ryan didn't care who was watching them. His attention was totally on her when she had a contraction in the hall, he held her and supported her weight, whispering soothing words in her ear.

Calleigh cringed when Ryan called four hours later and there was still no baby. So far, Emily was still coping without pain medication. She was six centimeters dilated when Ryan called.

"Wolfe sounds like he's holding up good," Walter said.

"Someone has to,"Alexx said, smiling, "And it's not gonna be Emily."

"You're so strong, sweetheart," Ryan whispered to his wife, wiping her brow with a cool clothe. "You made it this far. This is almost over."

Emily whimpered. It was 4:30pm and the doctor told her she would have to start pushing in a few minutes.

"I can't," she whispered. "It hurts. I'm so tired."

At this point, Emily was beyond wanting pain medication. She wanted to be knocked out completely and have the doctor take the baby out.

Ryan kissed her cheek and moved her hair away from her face. "I know you're tired and I know it hurts, But You can. I know you can, baby."

"Aghh!"

Emily had been pushing for more than an hour.

"You can do it, baby! Keep going, keep it up!" Ryan coached her.

"Take a breath and do it again. Emily. You're almost there," the midwife said.

Emily pushed and screamed again.

"It's burning!" She exclaimed.

"Oh my god," Ryan said, his voice cracking with emotion, tears filling his eyes. He could see their baby, the top of Bella's head was beginning to crown, that was the sensation Emily was feeling. "There she is! Look down, you can see her!"

The sight served as an inspiration for Emily. She pushed as hard as she could three more times.

When the baby girl's airway was cleared and she was pulled from her mother's body, as planned, the midwife passed Bella to Ryan's waiting hands and he laid the baby on his wife's bare abdomen. The baby's cry filling the room. Both Ryan and Emily broke down sobbing seeing the child they waited so long for. The nurse let Ryan cut the umbilical cord, dried the baby girl off with a blanket and covered her with another one. They would leave the baby there for a while before weighing her.

"She's beautiful," Emily whispered.

She could scarcely believe she were holding her and Ryan's daughter. Twelve years ago, kneeling on the floor in a puddle of tears as she watched Ryan drive away, Emily thought she would be forever robbed of this precious moment.

"I - can't - believe- we - finally - got - here!" Emily sobbed.

"Me either," Ryan replied, tears running down his face like rain as he kissed his wife again. "I love you. You were awesome!"

Arabella Jasmine Wolfe, "Bella" did indeed have her father's brown hair and hazel eyes. She had her mother's nose and lips. She weighed in at seven pounds, twelve ounces. She didn't need to go to the nursery, After she was weighed, bathed and dressed in her first sleeper and Emily got a chance to clean up as well, the new family of three were left alone together. Of all the things that Ryan had ever witnessed, the birth of his daughter was the most incredible. It was shortly after six p.m. when Ryan called the lab with the news; not wanting to miss 'the call" all the team seemed to hanging around waiting to see if Ryan or one of his in-laws would call anytime soon. Excitement and cheers went through the lab when called Alexx and then Frank. Emily's parents were going to come to the hospital and see the baby tonight. Emily and the baby would be home by noon tomorrow and everyone else could drop in and meet her. Ryan made sure he forwarded Bella's picture to everyone's cellphones.

"She's got a ton of hair," Frank said, looking at the picture.

"A hint of jealousy there, Frank?" Calleigh teased.