Disclaimer: I do not own anything except for things you do not recognize. Song credit to Relient K

Keep in mind that I have never given birth and don't plan on it for a long time so it may not be accurate. And this is the last chapter! Thanks to all my reviewers for sticking through it, and hopefully you'll stick around for what I have planned next.

"This is the best thing,

the best thing that could be happening,

And I think you would agree

The best thing is that it's happening to you and me."

The Best Thing

Steve was not happy about being left in my Dad's car; in fact he tried to push past my Dad a few times while he tried to shut the door. But eventually all it had taken to keep him in there was my stern voice; the voice that always seemed to work on both him and Paul.

"Alright Mrs. Mire you're about seven centimeters along here, so I'd say in about a half hour you'll be ready to go."

"But my husband isn't here yet!" I protested.

"There's still time, honey." Dad said soothingly from my side.

Thankfully I wasn't a complete mess, but that was only because we had made it in time for me to get some pain medicine. Otherwise I was sure that I would be hysterical. Paul could not miss this. Where the hell was he? And boy when he got here I was going to tear him a new one for making me be alone with my Dad through this.

Not that I didn't appreciate my Dad, but I wanted my husband with me when I pushed out his freaking baby.

"But what if he doesn't make it, Dad?" I asked as tears welled up in my eyes again as I looked up into my Dad's eyes.

"Then I'll be right here with you, Nat."

That made me cry harder. Hell, I was such a mess.

"I love you Dad."

"I love you too, swe-"

"Where is my wife?! Mire! Natalie Mire! Yes I am her husband! Who else would I be?!"

Dad and I exchanged glances; his was full of relief and I was pretty sure mine was too. I guess the feeling had been mutual. He didn't want to be in here as I gave birth just as much as I didn't want him to be. It would have been awkward, that's for sure.

Then Paul ran into the room like he was possessed and immediately grabbed my hand in his much larger one. I smiled up at him before I remembered just how pissed I was at him.

"I'm sorry, Nat. So so sorry! I drove to Port Angeles to get the mobile for the nursery and then Matt found me on the road back home and I phased and ran here as fast as I could."

"Well I guess that explains the leaves in your hair." Dad chuckled before he walked out of the room.

"It's alright." I managed to smile as another contraction hit me. "But if you would have missed this I would have killed you."

"I would never miss this, Nat." He replied before he placed a gentle kiss on my lips. "How much longer?"

"Not much, Mr. Mire. You got here just in time." Dr. Lang said as she walked back into the room. "You caused quite a stir with the nursing staff too, but at least you are here."

"Yup."

The two of us were silent as Dr. Lang examined me again and when she came back up she was smiling. Not going to lie…smiling after just looking at my lady parts had to be one of the creepiest things I'd seen.

"Yes, you were definitely right on time because this baby is ready to come now." She stated before she started issuing orders to a nurse.

"You ready for this?" Paul asked as he stroked the hair off my sweaty forehead.

"Do I have a choice?"

He chuckled, "Nope."

***

After nine months of carrying my baby around and one day of absolute panic I finally had her in my arms. Yes, her. Our little girl. Paul had cried a little when she was born and me… I had balled. I was already emotional, combined with the fact that I was a Mommy, and the fact that Paul was crying was just too much for me to take in. But now as the three of us sat in my hospital room the tears were gone and instead Paul was grinning like an idiot and I was smiling tiredly as she suckled from my breast.

"So what are we going to name her?" Paul asked as he ran a finger over her hand. She immediately grabbed onto his finger and held on tight as she continued to drink.

"I think she looks like a Viola don't you?" I smiled.

"Viola Lee?" Paul suggested.

"Who's name is Lee?"

"That's my Mom's middle name."

"Alright then, Viola Lee Mire." I smiled.

After that she was done suckling and Paul took her out of my arms so I could finally get some rest. I definitely needed it because everyone would be here in about an hour.

When I opened my eyes I was surrounded. Jeez, how long had they been here while I was asleep? Paul was the first to notice I was awake and while Viola was meeting her Grandparents he sat down on the edge of my bed and leaned down to press a gentle kiss to my forehead.

"We're here to see the baby!" Matt announced loudly as he and the rest of the young wolves walked into the room followed by Kim, Emily, and their families. This was it; this was the moment of truth. If my baby was going to be an imprint, this was the time.

My eyes sought out Collin and I found him by Matt watching as Matt carefully took his niece into his arms for the first time. I watched his face closely, but nothing happened. In a way I was relieved, but I still couldn't help but feel a small pang of disappointment that my daughter wouldn't experience the kind of love I had.

"Looks like Collin is safe for now." Paul said with a happy smile.

Jared shot him a glare; the poor guys still wasn't taking having both of his daughter's imprinted on well. I knew Paul was practically ecstatic that we had Viola all to ourselves. In fact, I hated to see what would have happened to Collin if he had imprinted on our daughter.

***

"Baby!" Joel giggled excitedly as I passed off Viola to Emily.

Emily, Joel, and Bee had arrived at the house a few minutes ago to see Viola again, or as Paul had already started to call her: Lala. It was cute watching Joel interact with his little sister, but as soon as I relinquished my hold on Viola to his mother, he ignored his sister and crawled up next to Emily.

"This is little Viola, Joel." Emily smiled.

"Uncle Paul calls her Lala." I inserted with a smile of my own as I picked up Bee from where she sat in her carrier. She was a chubby little one year old, but completely adorable. Jake was a complete mush ball around this little Uley, and I couldn't really blame him.

"Lala!" Joel yelled, effectively waking her up.

Emily and I both waited for her to start crying, but instead her dark brown eyes stared straight up at Joel in wonder. She was fascinated by him, which was fine by me, as long as she wasn't crying.

"Wuv you Lala!" Joel smiled before he bent to give her a kiss on the forehead.

"Oh this is so adorable!" I cried. "Where is my camera when I need it?"

"You better attach one to your person at all times, otherwise you'll miss photo opportunities left and right." Emily stated as I heard a car door slam from outside.

"Honey! I'm home!" Paul called as the front door swung open.

Steve barked excitedly and greeted him by the door before he led Paul into the living room where we were camped out holding each other's babies.

"How are my girls today?" He questioned with a big grin before he leaned down to give me a sweet kiss on the lips. He tickled Bee's tummy before he stood back up straight and greeted Emily and Joel.

"Can I see my daughter, Em?"

"Of course."

"I wanna hold her!" Joel yelled.

The three of us adults exchanged glances, but Paul acted first. He carefully took Lala out of Emily's hands and went to sit down in his big easy chair.

"Alright, come sit on my lap, Joel."

Emily and I watched as Joel bounded up on Paul's lap all the while being careful of the baby. Once he was settled in Paul arranged her so she was lying in Joel's lap, with Paul's hand supporting her fragile neck.

"Oh! I have to get the camera!" I cried as I passed Bee back to her mom.

When I came back Joel was singing something to her that made absolutely no sense but was still completely adorable. Paul watched the two of them with a broad smile, but quickly turned his smile to me as I snapped the picture.

"You may have gotten off easy now, Paul Mire." Emily began. "But I think that there's something special between those two; we'll just have to wait and see what the future holds."

Was she implying that maybe someday in the future her son and my daughter would start a relationship? If so, then I wasn't exactly opposed to it. If fate decided she wasn't to be an imprint, then I wanted her to have the next best thing; a good man. And any son raised by Sam and Emily Uley would most definitely fit that description.

Hours later I waited in bed while Paul went to check on Viola one more time before we went to sleep. He came in a few minutes later with a broad smile on his face that quickly turned into a devilish grin when he saw what I was wearing, or lack thereof.

"Mmm Mrs. Mire, has it been six weeks already?"

"Why yes it has, Mr. Mire. But before we resume our business dealings I wanted to ask you something. What would you think if in the future Lala ended up with Joel?"

He sighed, "Nat, she's just a baby and he's just a toddler."

"But wouldn't it be perfect?!"

He rolled his eyes, "What is it with woman and matchmaking schemes?"

"I'm just worried about the happiness of our daughter." I pouted and burrowed myself down into the covers. Paul did not like that and growled before he jumped onto the bed with me.

"For now let's worry about her happiness growing up, and we'll deal with boys and hormones much later, okay?"

How could I not agree with him kissing a trail up the side of my neck? He let his lips hover over mine, tempting me with laughing eyes.

"Fine."

"Now, where were we?"

***

It was always nice knowing that you were right about something. Okay so maybe it hadn't been completely confirmed yet, but I had a pretty good feeling about Viola and Joel. Yeah so she was only four and he was seven, but it was just so obvious.

I heard a squeal from outside and quickly looked up to see both Steve and Joel racing after my pudgy little four year old. She was a little on the chubby side, but that was because all she had to do was smile at Paul and he would cave and give her cookies. He was getting better though, and I was sure that by the time she grew out of her baby fat stage she wouldn't have those chubby cheeks anymore.

Another cry of quite a different kind drew me out of my ponderings about Lala and Joel as I quickly headed into the living room where the play pin was set up and little Ian was sleeping…or had been anyway. He was barely one year old and already he looked almost exactly like Paul had when he was this age. Penny loved it and so did Paul who still liked to say that we should have named him Paul Junior.

I had just reached the play pin when Steve ran up and looked in at the baby protectively. Steve was so protective of our children, so I wasn't surprised that he had run in at the sound of a cry. Ian was probably just hungry, but that didn't stop Steve from doing his duty to his family. Yet again I must state that Steve is the best dog ever. Which is why we studded him out to Jared and Kim's new German Shepherd, Amy, who was now pregnant.

"It's alright Steve, he's just hungry." I soothed as I gently picked up my baby. "Go back to Lala and Joel and keep an eye on them okay?"

The best part about Steve was that I knew he would come to me immediately if anything happened to the two playing outside while I quickly fed Ian. Not only did I trust him, but he'd done it before when Paul had been left to watch over the two of them playing in the back yard.

I was in the middle of feeding Ian when I heard Steve's happy barks; Paul must be home. Sure enough the high pitched 'Daddy' confirmed my suspicion. A few minutes later Paul walked in with Lala on his hip pressing kisses to his cheek while Steve and Joel trailed in after him.

"Hey, Nat." Paul smiled before he quickly bent down to press a light kiss on my lips. I would have pulled him in for more, but both of us had a child in our arms. Plus Joel was looking up at us expectantly, probably because it was time for him to go back home.

"How was your day?" I asked.

"Great. Sam should be along in a minute to get Joel."

"No! Joel can't leave!" Lala yelled as she started to thrash around in Paul's arms.

He quickly set her down and she immediately embraced Joel. He hugged her back just as fiercely, like they did everyday when it was time for him to go. And every day I gave Paul a pointed look to which he just rolled his eyes.

"You'll see him again tomorrow, Viola." Paul said sternly, which always worked in breaking the two of them apart.

She pouted, but as always an hour after he was gone she was smiling and playing with Paul and Steve yet again as if nothing had ever happened. Paul may not like it, but I was pretty sure that Emily's prediction about our children was going to end up coming true.

The End…for now