As Prissy would say..."I don't know nothin' 'bout birthin' babies!" So, please keep that in mind as you read.
Lemonmartinis and MoltenChocCake are to be the thanked for not only their mad beta skills, but their friendship as well.
Disclaimer: I don't own Twilight.
OUTTAKE: "Thank Heaven for Little Girls"
I am pacing the porch like a caged tiger. What is taking her so long? Oh wait, that's a stupid question.
Today of all days, my wife lets my sisters talk her into going shopping with them. Well, if she doesn't get here in the next ten minutes, I'm leaving without her!
After exactly nine minutes of wearing a rut into our front porch, a yellow car barrels into the driveway.
I rush down the stairs and meet the car as it comes to a screeching halt. My Bella slowly gets out of the car, looking slightly pale. I'm not worried, as that's how all of us look when we let Alice drive us anywhere.
"Isabella Cullen, I was just about to leave for Portland without you!"
A breathtaking smile appears on her face, and her tardiness is instantly forgiven. That smile tells me that she knows our phone rang with a very important call while she was gone. It is a call that we have been waiting on for the last nine months.
"Oh, keep your drawers on, Edward," Alice scolds. "How about helping us get these packages inside?"
I take Bella's hand and pull her toward our own car, where I have already packed our bags for the trip.
I yell over my shoulder. "Take them inside yourself, Alice! My wife and I have a grandchild to meet!"
"Just lock up when you leave. We'll call when we know if it's a boy or a girl!" Bella says, her voice sounding more excited with each word.
As we close the doors to the car, we can hear my sisters squealing with delight. They are just as excited to meet this new baby as we are. Well, maybe not. I don't know anyone who is more excited than I am.
The day our own child arrived was a day I will never forget.
I'm helping Jasper make some repairs to his roof after Bella kicked me out of my own house. She said I was driving her crazy with my constant hovering. But I can't help it. She's my world and I am terrified of anything bad happening to her, especially after all we have gone through to be together. I had a feeling that I should have ignored her wishes as she was in the final stages of pregnancy, but she threatened to make me sleep out in the yard if I didn't give her some peace. In the end, I decided to go help Jasper against my better wishes because as much as I wanted to keep her safe, I also wanted to make her happy. As soon as I got to Jasper's, though, I made Alice go pick up Rosalie so that they could stay with Bella. They just laughed at me and grabbed their purses.
When we are about halfway through with the roof, I see Alice's car come flying into the driveway. I smile smugly. Maybe Bella was ready for me to come home already.
"Edward?" Alice yells. She might be a tiny thing, but she sure has a voice that can carry. That is probably one of the reasons why she was named supervisor of her assembly line during the war - they could hear her over the machinery.
"My girl's ready for me to come home?" I yell back.
"No big brother. It's time! It's time!"
I drop my tools and run for the ladder, almost losing my footing in the process. I practically fly down, and join Alice in the car. She takes off like a bullet for the hospital. For once, I am happy that my sister has a lead foot.
When we get there, I rush in expecting chaos. But instead, I find my Bella lying in the hospital bed, holding Rose's hand and smiling serenely. I should have known that nothing scares my girl.
"Hello, beautiful," I say as I reach the bed. Rose gets up, gives me a hug and leaves me alone with my wife.
Bella begins to cry.
"What are these tears about, sweetheart?" I console.
"I'm sorry I was so mean to you, Edward!" she wails.
"Shhh...don't cry, my Bella. You weren't mean to me. I know I was being my usual overprotective self," I laugh.
"I love you more than anything, Edward," she sniffles.
I place my forehead against hers.
"Always," I reply, using the word that we have said to each other since we met.
A few hours later I am sitting in the waiting room, surrounded by my family and Bella's parents, as Bella delivers our child in the hospital room. If I have any hair left by the time he or she enters the world, I will be lucky. I have been pulling it since the nurses made me leave the delivery room.
It feels like a lifetime has passed by the time the doctor finally walks back through the door. I can hear a baby crying as he opens it, a confirmation that I am now a father. It is one of the sweetest sounds that I've ever heard.
Everyone in the room jumps up and gathers around, holding their breaths in anticipation of the doctor's next three words.
"It's a girl."
Everyone cheers at once. I am beside myself with joy. I have a daughter!
"How is Bella? When can I see them?" I impatiently ask.
"Bella is just fine, Edward. She lost some blood during the delivery, but nothing to worry about. You may see your wife and your daughter as soon as the nurses clean them up. Congratulations." He shakes my hand as I thank him, and walks on to his next patient.
My relatives and in-laws give me hugs and slaps on the back. Emmett produces cigars, but I am too distracted with thoughts of getting to be with my wife and baby.
Amidst the celebration, I feel a tap on my shoulder.
"Mr. Cullen?" a young nurse asks.
"Yes?" I reply hopefully.
"There is someone who is waiting to meet you. Please follow me," she says warmly.
The nurse opens the door and among the row of beds, I spot the most beautiful sight I have ever seen - my wife, holding our daughter.
I approach the bed slowly and as I sit down next to my new family, I am overcome with emotion. My Bella looks up from adoring the bundle in her arms and gives me her breathtaking smile.
"Edward, this is your daughter...Renesmee Carlie Cullen."
I gasp. My amazing wife has honored both of our families in our child's name.
"Would you like to hold her?"
I nod, my eyes never leaving Bella's. I am more in love with and in awe of her than ever before. She reaches out and carefully hands me my daughter. I have never held a baby before but I'm a natural.
"Hello, beautiful," I whisper. "I'm your daddy."
At the sound of my voice, she opens her big brown eyes. They are the same color as her mother's. And for the second time in my life, I fall madly in love.
I drive like a madman on the five hour drive to Portland, passing cars on the left and right. Don't these slowpokes know my daughter is in labor? Damn that Jacob Black for moving her so far away.
"Edward, I would like to live to see my grandchild," my wife scolds.
"Don't you 'but Bella' me...we're going to see that baby soon enough. Now slow down or I'm going to take my rolling pin to you!"
I reluctantly take my foot off the gas and grab my wife's hand, bringing it to my lips for a quick kiss. Now is not the time to be in the dog house. I give her my crooked smile, and she blushes - works every time.
"I love you, Bella Cullen."
"I love you too, you charmer," she smirks.
We spend the rest of the drive trying to guess what the baby will be, what name our daughter and son-in-law will pick and how often we will visit.
In the back seat of our car sits a wooden cradle. I designed it especially for my grandchild, and spent hours in my workshop building it and carving the intricate designs that adorn the sides. I built a similar one for my own child, and it sits restored in our house waiting to usher in a new generation.
Even with Bella's scolding, I still manage to make it to the hospital in less than five hours. We get directions to the maternity ward and when we get there, we find Jacob's father and sister Rachel sitting in the waiting area. We rush over, exchange excited greetings and get the update on Renesmee and the baby.
"Jacob's in the room with her. The doctor says she should be able to start pushing soon," Rachel explains.
"We arrived just in time, then!" I exclaim.
Rachel tells us the room number and we make our way over. We slowly open the door to find Jacob feeding Renesmee ice chips and talking about breathing techniques.
"Knock, knock," Bella says softly as we peak our heads in the room.
"Mom! Dad! You made it!" our daughter pants.
"Your father almost left me, he was so anxious to get here," Bella says with a laugh.
We walk over and give hugs, and I shake Jacob's hand.
"Mr. Cullen," Jacob says.
"Jacob, how are you, son?" I ask. Jacob has always looked at me as if I am going to turn the dog loose on him again. And that's fine. Some of the best relationships are motivated by fear. It certainly worked for me and Charlie Swan. I never had to learn if he was true to his word about being a good shot.
"I'm nervous as hell," Jacob confesses and I know he's not referring to his fear of dogs.
"I know exactly what you mean."
Renesmee is talking to Bella when I reach her bedside. I grab her hand and sit down while Bella leaves her side to discuss things with Jacob.
"Hi Daddy," my daughter says with a shaky voice. As excited as I am to see my grandchild, I can't help wondering how my own child grew up so fast. In this moment, I have never been more proud of her.
"Hello, beautiful," I say to her, just as I did when I held her for the first time.
A tear runs down her sweaty cheek. I wipe it away with my thumb.
"What's this crying about, Renesmee?"
"I'm scared," she whispers in reply.
"Oh, sweetheart, you have nothing to be afraid of. Jacob is right here and the doctors are going to take great care of you. And your mother and I will be right outside that door. All you have to do is say the word and we will be here in a second. We're not going to let anything happen to you or my grandchild. And your last name may be Black, but you're a Cullen. You can get through anything."
"I love you, Daddy."
"I love you, my daughter. Always."
A long while after we have been sent from the room, a doctor emerges from the room and approaches us. He explains that Renesmee's labor is not going as well as he had hoped and that they will need to perform a cesarean. After explaining the process, he addresses Bella.
"Mrs. Cullen, your daughter tells me you are a surgeon."
"Yes sir, I am. I've been in the medical field since before World War II," Bella confirms.
My wife is incredible.
"Well then, Dr. Cullen - would you like to scrub in and help deliver your grandchild? I would be honored to have you assist me."
"There is nothing else I would rather do," Bella replies with an emotional voice.
The doctor answers our final questions and then leads Bella to the room where she will suit up for the surgery. Billy, Rachel and I remain in the waiting room, drinking coffee and catching up. I place a call to Alice and Rose to let them know that we arrived and that the baby will hopefully be here soon.
After my third cup of coffee, I see the door to the surgery wing open and Bella emerging with an enormous smile on her face.
I stand up right away and run to her.
"You have a granddaughter, Edward. And she is perfect," Bella tells me with tears in her eyes.
I have a granddaughter!
"What is her name? When do I get to get my hands on her? Is Renesmee okay?" I ask all at once.
"Slow down, Edward," Bella laughs. "I'm going to let your exhausted daughter and her husband tell you her name as soon as they're ready. Now, why don't you go take your wife to get something to drink."
"Yes, Dr. Cullen." I smile and give her a kiss, pouring into it all of the love and pride I have for her.
After buying my wife a soda from the cafeteria and then buying out the entire selection of everything pink in the gift shop, it is finally my turn. Bella takes my hand and leads me into the hospital room where my granddaughter waits. The first thing that I see when I walk in, is Jacob asleep in the chair in the corner. And then I see her - nestled in the arms of her mother.
In life there are defining moments. This was most definitely one of mine.
Bella lets me go first, since she has already had the honor of holding that precious baby. In fact, she was the first person to hold her - right before she placed her on her mother's chest.
I reach my daughter's bed and she beams up at me. Smoothing the blanket away from her baby's eyes, she says, "Daddy, I would like you to meet your granddaughter - Elizabeth Renee Black."
I scoop her tiny body into my large hands and hold her out so that I can see her gorgeous face. Bella was right - she is perfect.
I reach down and place a kiss on my daughter's forehead.
"You did good, Renesmee. You did really good."
"Jake did good too, Daddy," my daughter says.
"Don't remind me," I reply with an eye roll.
She smacks me on the arm.
"Hey now, don't hit your old man. He's carrying precious cargo!"
She laughs and stares at me holding her daughter.
I look down at the tiniest angel, once again falling head over heels in love.
"Hello there, baby girl," I coo. "I couldn't wait one more second to meet you. I'm your grandfather. But you can call me Pa."
A/N: This outtake is dedicated to my own Pa, who almost left my grandmother at home because he couldn't wait any longer to meet his only granddaughter. I miss him every day.
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