AN: I know I said the last chapter was the end but I just got this idea and I hope you all like it.

I screamed as I pushed as hard as I could, it felt like my entire body was burning, my abdomen was contracting sharply with each struggle the baby made as it tried to force it's way into the world. I gasped as the pain faded slightly only to flare up again, I was never doing this again that was for sure. This was the most pain I'd ever been in, in my entire life.

"Michael, you bastard!" I shouted, gripping his hand as I pushed once more. "You did this to me! I hate you!" I screamed as I pushed. This went on for another five minutes, I had been in labour for about 12 hours now, and while it doesn't really sound like a long time, when it's intense pain it's torture. I fell back against the pillows as the baby was finally born, a shrill cry filled the air and I felt like joining in.

I was just so exhausted. Sweat covered my entire body and my hair was sticking to my forehead, which Michael tenderly brushed away. I smiled at him slightly, and looked over to where the doctors were wrapping up our baby in blankets after having washed either him or her, we hadn't wanted to know, wanting it to be a surprise.

I eagerly reached out to hold my newborn as they handed them to me. I smiled softly down at the now not crying baby.

"Is it a girl or a boy?" Michael asked, not having had a look when I was giving birth because I wouldn't let his hand go, I now noticed he was flexing it and I smiled. I'm glad he went through some pain as well, as sadistic as that sounds.

"It's a girl." My eyes widened and I took a breath as I looked down at my beautiful baby girl. Michael and I had discussed baby names but now that she was here I didn't know what to call her.

"What do you think?" I asked Michael who was crouched down next to us, his eyes firmly fixed on his baby girl.

"Hmm?" He mumbled, as he reached down to stroke her face.

I chuckled a bit, and handed her over for him to hold. I could tell that he was nervous about holding her but with a gentle nudge he was soon holding her correctly and smiling down at her as she stared curiously up at him. As she blinked at him, I could practically hear his heart breaking, she already had him wrapped around her little finger.

"What shall we call her?" I asked, trying to push myself further up on the pillows but failing. I gave up.

"I don't know." He said softly, smiling at me, knowing I had a name.

And I did, it suddenly hit me what we should call this beautiful bundle. "How about Emma?" I asked as he gave her back to me before she was taken away by the doctors, when I tried to protest one woman hesitated.

"We're just taking her to check if she's healthy." She smiled and said in a Spanish accent, placing my baby into a cot and wheeling her away.

Michael had nodded to the woman and when she'd left he turned back to me. "I think Emma is a perfect name." I smiled at him as he lent down to kiss me. We were interrupted when Lincoln opened the doors and asked where his new niece or nephew was.

"Niece." Michael chuckled at his brother and waved to LJ who was standing behind his father. "And she's gone for some tests, to make sure she's healthy." He added when Lincoln looked alarmed.

He nodded and he and LJ came over to where I was lying. "How you feeling? I remember when Lisa went through this, she kept shouting at me." Both he and Michael laughed as Michael nodded to Lincoln's unanswered question.

"Oh piss off, you give birth and then come tell me you didn't scream." I huffed.