A/N: Final part! *gross sobbing* Seriously though, thank you all so much for joining me on this ride of emotions. There were times in the early stages of this book where I highkey just wanted to delete it – but I'm glad I didn't.

The support I have gained means the world to me, so thank you immensely for every comment and vote, not to mention adding this story to your reading lists'. I am truly humbled.

With that said, let's go.

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"I wanna see!" excited chirps yapped from the moment the old farmhouse door creaked open, and your exhausted eyes fell warmly onto young Jack, who was up on his tip-topes trying to crane into see the bundle wrapped up in your arms.

"In a minute, Jack – let (name) get in the damn door first." Abigial's exited laughter rang, as she steered her son out of your path by his shoulders. "Come sit down, we're all waitin' for ya." She then whispered, making her way down the long rather dark corridor towards the sitting room.

Looking to your left, you were offered a reassuring gaze from your husband. It had been such a long and gruelling night for the pair of you, and suddenly it felt rather nerve wracking to be back in the house and facing everyone for some reason. You just knew they'd be all over you and your darling new daughter.... And frankly, you were exhausted and just wanted to return to the cabin and sleep.

Arthur leaned across and pressed a gentle kiss to your temple, the pair of you walking down the corridor towards the living room.

"I promise we won't be too long." He whispered comfortingly in your ear, bringing you soft reassurance. Even as the pair of you made your way towards the living room door, you could feel Arthur's utterly smitten gaze down at his daughter. The way he had taken to her the moment she was born made you feel a burst of utter joy.

"Won't see my girls' all tired out." He then added, wrapping his arm carefully around your waist whilst you waddled the remainder of the way down the corridor – still sore from the labour last night.

Arthur gently pushed the oak door open, the door slowly swinging back and revealing all of the gang members sat looking apprehensive and excited in the sitting room. The moment the door was moving open, all of their eyes were on you. God, this felt like you were having to give some presentation.

In a shot, they all leapt up and were chorusing out in joy at the pair of you – congratulations, coos and proud comments all mixed together as everyone flocked to see the latest member of the Van Der Linde clan.

"Mrs Morgan!" Dutch charmed you, first to make his welcomes. "You're lookin' well!" he added with a smile at you, darting his deep brown eyes in Arthur's direction momentarily and patting his shoulder in a fashion that seemed to brim with pride.

"Not so sure I feel well." You excused with a laugh, staring admirably down at the beautiful baby girl in your arms. "But it was all worth it."

Dutch now was craning over, peering down at your little girl too. He seemed to look confused for a moment, it was clear Dutch didn't have much experience when it came to cooing at babies.

"Oh well, she certainly is a beautiful little lady." He summarised after a few uncertain seconds, gazing up again with a slightly bashful look that seemed to say – did I say the right thing?

"Certainly don't take after her father then." Came a raspy voice that interjected from behind Dutch, and John approached you all with a warmed smile. John had changed so much himself since moving up to California – he was a much better father to Jack. It was so lovely to see that young boy getting the attention he deserved from his dad.

"Shut up, Marston." Arthur replied with that low laugh, and then gently squeezed his arm around your waistline. "Although – you probably ain't wrong." This following statement made you roll your eyes, and if you didn't have your arms full with the baby – you would've elbowed him.

"Stop it-" you quickly butted in, gazing over at Arthur who had that cheeky look about his chiselled features – the type where he knew he was being told off. "You know you're handsome, so hush up." You crooned up at him, puckering your lips momentarily which set him off into another bout of laughter.

"Must be somethin' about ya' – otherwise she wouldn't of let you get her knocked up." John remarked crassly, and in that moment you were glad Jack was out of ear shot. Frowning a little and supressing your want to smirk at the risky comment, you gave John a playfully disapproving look and witnessed the brash, loud and confident Dutch look almost uncomfortable at the conversation between the two figures he felt were like his sons.

"Let's not keep 'em, John. I'm sure everyone else want's to meet..." Dutch then tailed off, realising quite quickly he had not thought to ask what your little girl's name was. "... What did you call the little darlin?" the gang leader asked with those deep tones of curiosity.

Truth was, yourself and Arthur hadn't decided yet. Your minds were both still fogged with this gushing feeling of adoration and bliss that this little diamond was your daughter.

"We ain't got round to it yet." Arthur replied, smiling down at the angel faced babe in your arms. "...That's the job for this afternoon."

You could picture it, the pair of you sat around the table, fumbling and debating over which name best suited the beautiful baby. It was going to be a long winded task, you sensed.

Finally, the pair of you got to making your round of the room. You had seemed to flock most of the girls together, and had them all cradling your daughter in turn. They all made such high pitched coos, adoring and praising your little girl who just whimpered obliviously. You swore when Karen was cuddling your baby, Sean MacGuire had a nervous look from the other side of the room. The mere frightened gaze on his face made you start smirking to yourself secretly.

The boys were quietly humouring Arthur in the corner about how he was going to be wrapped around his daughter's finger, and he would have two women yapping in his ear now. Arthur just seemed to smile and laugh along with their jests and jokes, but you did not miss the longing gazes coming from his gorgeous stormy blue eyes. There was such a pressing look from him that he just wanted to get out of there and spend a quiet afternoon in the peace and privacy of your lodge, fawning over his new daughter.

Luckily for you, your tiredness got the better of you. Abigail was the first to notice, and being a mother herself – she quickly stepped in.

"Alright everyone, we best let them go. (Name) looks shattered." Abigail said, placing her hands on your shoulders with a comforting smile. "It was so lovely to see you both, and to meet little Miss Morgan." She said, a tone of wholesome delight in her voice that warmed you.

Both yourself and Arthur bid everyone a simple farewell, making it clear you'd be out a bit more once you had fully recovered in a few days time.

Leaving the dimly lit farm house hallway, and stepping out into the bright white sunshine, you relished the clean air in your lungs and stepped ever so cautiously down the porch.

"Here... lemme' take her." Arthur ushered, "Give your arms a rest."

You smirked, he was clearly thinking of some excuse to run alongside the fact he wanted to cradle his little girl in his arms.

"Sure." You replied with a knowing smirk, which he missed because he was too busy with a focused glance on the beautiful baby in your arms. With a careful motion, you passed her into Arthur's arms. She felt tiny in your grasp, but seeing her in your husband's tree trunk like arms seemed to dwarf her even more. She was a dinky little thing.

"Come on, let's get you home." Arthur crooned, and you weren't quite sure whether it was directed at you or your daughter.

Plodding slowly across the rather dusty Californian plain towards the lodge, both you and Arthue walked in comfortable silence. Your mind was on the thought of getting into bed and catching some more sleep.

"Rosie." The deep, southern voice that belonged to your husband called out – bringing you out of your trance. It took you a moment to register what he was saying.

As the pair of you reached the porch to your lodge, Arthur looked down into his arms at your daughter and then back up at you with this bewildered smile.

"I like Rosie. She kinda looks like a Rosie to me." He declared, looking oh so lovingly unto his daughter, with her beautiful creamy-clear porcelain skin and the tufts of mousey-brown curls on her head.

God, that name was so perfect. Your heart burst in excitement because it fit her so well, and you were also delighted Arthur had come up with it. It seemed to come straight from the heart... and that was all you wanted.

"Little Rosie Morgan." You affirmed with a softened smile, carefully treading up the porch steps. Your eyes took in the perfect sight of Arthur stood there, your little girl in his arms. You wished in that moment your eyes could photograph such a perfect thing so you could cherish it forever.

"Perfect." You added a moment later, laying your hand on the door handle and carefully pushing the front door open to allow yourselves inside.

Welcomed by the warmth of the lodge, already your excitement was bubbling. This was your new reality – your forever. This perfect little life was all yours.

You so looked forward to spending a lifetime in this world; with your beautiful baby girl and your amazing husband.

Life had been cruel to you in the past, grabbed you in it's talons and pierced you; bled you dry of all hope...

But things turned around, you were given another lease of life. In the end, you were just so pleased you had never given up.

For now, you had the best rewards possible.

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