*Ben*
"It's gonna be okay darling.. I am right here". I take Amelie's hand in mine.. trying to stay calm in the hurricane happening around me.

"She is .. our petite fleur.. they need to help her". She is crying softly, clutching my hand.

I kiss her hand softly. "They are.. she is just a bit.. stressed darling.. getting born is hard work.. it will be okay".

And I am praying to god it will.. I have been looking forward to this for so long.. the idea of losing our little girl just as we are about to meet her.. not the thought is to horrific.

"Just.. keep talking to me Ben.. something to take my mind of things". She say softly, as the doctors get ready.. her spinal sedation finally kicking in.

And not knowing what else to say, I softly whisper french poetry in her ear.. her favorites that she has taught me on long evenings snuggled up in bed.

She closes her eyes and her breathing gets a bit more steady.. I focus on her and not on the doctors working behind the small curtain.

It feels like forever, sitting here, while they are trying to get our little girl out to us in time.. I am just waiting for that first scream of little lungs unfolding to the first real breath.

"And here we go". The doctor say. "Welcome to the world".

I look up, waiting.. but there is no scream. The doctor get up, in his arms is a pale porcelain doll, a bit of blood dripping from the mouth.. or that is what it looks like and my brain goes into a panic, screaming at me. 'She is dead.. our little girl is dead'.

"No need to panic". The other doctor say with a reassuring smile. "She is breathing.. she just need a little help".

"Can I hold her ? I need to see her.. to know she is okay ?" Amelie's voice is weak.

The doctor shakes his head. "I am sorry.. they just need to check her out.. clean her airways.. you will get her over as soon as she is ready".

"I want to meet her too". I bend down to kiss her forehead. "You did great darling.. and we'll get to see her in a moment".

"No, I need to see her.. now.. please". Her eyes are panicked as she grabs my arm.

I gently brush the hair from her forehead. "It's okay baby.. I get it.. it's not easy waiting".

"No Ben.. you don't get it.. I need to see her.. now". She is crying softly again, and it is breaking my heart.

Then a scream rips through the room as our daughter makes it known that she is not happy right now and I can't help smiling. "Sounds like her lungs are working".

The doctor smiles. "Sounds like a good healthy scream to me".

"Say hello to your little girl". The other doctor comes over, placing the tiny baby wrapped in a pink blanket in Amelie's arm.

"Aww she is beautiful". The love on my beautiful wifes face as she looks at our daughter, is the most amazing thing ever. "Is she okay ?"

The doctor nod. "She had managed to tangled herself in the umbilical cord.. that was what caused her to stress.. and also why you could push her out.. she was literally stuck.. so we made the right choice.. the placenta had started to detach from the .. pulling at the cord when you tried pushing her out.. but she is perfectly fine and healthy now".

"Thank God.. merci doctor.. thanks". She say softly, before kissing the tiny forehead. "She has your nose mon cherié".

"Oh I hope not.. the poor thing". I smile and lean in to pull the blanket slightly from her face.. I might be .. Well biased.. but to me she is the most perfect little princess ever. "She looks like you love.. absolutely stunning.. I might need to get like guns and a tower in about 14 years".

She giggles very softly. "Ben ! You are doing no such thing".

"Nah.. I'll probably spoil her rotten". I admit.

"Yeah you will.. you will be the most amazing father to her.. and René.. I have no doubt". She looks tired. "You can do it my love".

I gently touch her check.. she feels cold. "Are you okay darling ? You look .. exhausted".

"I am.. really tired". She sigh. "Can you take her Ben ? I need to.. rest".

"Sure.. I'd love to.. if you want me too". I am dying to hold her.. but of course I do not want to .. just grab her from her mother.

She gives me a weak smile. "I think .. she would love to meet her daddy".

I gently take the little bundle, and when I look into that little pink face.. I realise how limitless love is.. yup, she already has me wrapped around her tiny little fingers. "Hi there petit Fleur.. oh you really are precious".

"We should name her that.. Fleur.. our beautiful little flower". My wife mumbles.. she seems to struggle to stay awake.

"I like that.. Fleur.. it's pretty". I smile at our baby girl. "Hi Fleur.. I think mommy is very tired from having brought you into the world".

Her voice barely a whisper. "I love you Ben.. I love both of you".

"Darling ? Amelie". I suddenly realise this is more than being tired.. something is wrong.. very wrong... and before I can call for the doctor all the machines start blaring.

The doctor comes running, looking at the numbers, then yelling. "Damn we are loosing her.. we need to open her .. now".

A nurse gets between me and the bed, were people are frantically working on my wife. "Come with me Mr Cumberbatch.. let me take you to a quiet place where you can sit with the baby.. I'll get you a bottle for her".

"But my wife..". I am desperately trying to see her.

"They are.. doing their best sir". She grabs my arm. "Please come with me you cannot be in here.. they need space".

And for the second time today my world seems to crash land face first in a cactus, as I am lead from the operating room, with my little baby girl in my arms.