"I can't believe she's finally here, Kurt." Blaine spoke gently unable to look away from the sleeping baby in his arms.

It had been exactly thirty-two hours from the time they had gotten the call; the call in the middle of the night; the call that meant their lives were once again about to change dramatically, but in the best of ways.

Kurt looked over at the baby sleeping soundly in his husband's arms as they sat next to each other. Yes he was exhausted, but looking at Blaine (his just as exhausted husband) he couldn't imagine closing his eyes and losing a moment of what was happening to them now. He wanted it all etched in his memory forever. Their daughter was finally here. A child he never imagined himself ever wanting. Becoming a parent and family with Blaine had been a long and tense battle, often between themselves; as Kurt opposed the idea from the start and Blaine argued with him until he found himself (with Blaine) going online and searching for a way to make it all a reality.

"She's perfect, Blaine." Kurt said gently.

Blaine turned his tired eyes to his husband and smiled. "She's our little angel."

Kurt couldn't stop the smile already on his face from growing even more. He felt the tears, he thought had all been spent from the hours in the delivery room, surge back and begin to roll down his cheeks.

"I am so glad you talked me into this Blaine. She's the best thing we've ever done."

Blaine turned more towards Kurt, and Kurt saw the same happy-over-the-moon-tired-exhausted-but-totally-content look reflected on his husband's face.

"I'm not going to lie Kurt I think this tops the day we got married." Blaine said teasingly with a smile.

Kurt laughed gently at that and couldn't help reaching out and grazing Blaine's cheek, locking eyes with him.

"I can live with that." He whispered leaning in and kissing Blaine softly.

Blaine broke the kiss, but didn't pull back much from Kurt. "I love you so much, Kurt. I am just so…happy."

Kurt smiled at him and he used his thumb to wipe a tear that had managed to escape from Blaine's now glassy-tear filled eyes.

"I am too, Blaine. So happy."

They shared another smile before they returned their focus back to their newborn baby girl. Kurt couldn't help himself as he reached over and gently touched her soft cheek, but it ended up stirring her from her sleep. The baby started to move and whine gently in Blaine's arms and he and Kurt shared an anxious look.

Kurt pulled away just enough so Blaine could stand and he gently began rocking the baby in his arms.

"Shh…It's ok angel. It's ok. Papa's got you." At the sound of his voice her eyes began to flutter open and her movements eased and the gentle cries ceased. Blaine stood still looking down into the bright hazel eyes looking right back at him.

"Here we go sweetheart." Kurt said walking up close from behind Blaine. He brought his hand forward which was holding one of the few things he had managed to grab in their scramble to leave their apartment.

"I'm Margaret Thatcher dog. The delivery was woof but it's so very nice to finally meet you."

Kurt's voice changed a bit to try and fit the character he had given to the stuffed toy back in high school, and Blaine still found it just as amusing as he had back then. The baby girl watched the dog and Kurt for a moment and seemed to make an attempt to smile but couldn't.

Blaine turned his head toward Kurt and smiled before laughing lightly, "Look Kurt, she's already a daddy's girl."

Kurt didn't stop looking at their little girl, who was looking right back at both of them, but his other hand reached around to Blaine's other side and gripped his waist, squeezing gently.

"Now Blaine I can't help pulling focus. How many times have we been over this?"

Smiling at his husband again, Blaine shook his head and returned his attention to their little girl. They just stood there quietly for several long moments, both feeling as if they could stand there forever.

"Lyra." Kurt finally spoke breaking the calm silence that had consumed them.

Blaine glanced briefly at him curiously. "What?"

"Lyra. We should name her Lyra."

Blaine thought about it for a moment and found himself really liking the name.

"Do you like the name Lyra, princess?" He asked the baby gently rocking her in his arms.

The little girl reached out and gripped his finger and once again looked as if she was trying to smile.

"I think we have a winner." Kurt said tapping the nose of the stuffed dog against Blaine's finger.

"Yeah." Blaine said with a grin. "I think we do."

Blaine let Lyra tug on his finger for a moment or two. "Lyra Elizabeth Anderson-Hummel."

He felt Kurt's hand on his hip squeeze his side a bit more at that.

"I hope you don't mind, I hope you don't mind that I put down in words…" Kurt began to softly sing to Lyra.

Blaine joined him on, "How wonderful life is, now you're in the world."