*Story takes place in the same universe as "Loving The Devil" & "A Family With A Great Story" by LadyPalma. Characters of Anita & Fitz used w/permission. This story takes place during chapter 15 of "Loving The Devil"*

Cruella was exhausted after the birth of her daughter, but also relieved. She had never felt terror like she had when all she heard was silence after her daughter had slipped from her body. Those few moments of silence were enough to completely change her feelings on the newborn infant. She knew that the silence was not good, remembering her son loudly squalling like he was being murdered at his birth. There was none of that with her daughter. When the baby finally did start to faintly cry, the absolute joy and relief that Cruella felt was almost overwhelming. She may be a terrible person who enjoys killing and death, but when it came to a child who came from her own body, she didn't much like it at all. She created this life, grew and carried this life, and went through physical agony to bring this life into the world. She'd be damned if it would be taken from her. That's why as soon as Dr. Whale brought the baby to her, instead of the cold indifference she had shown for her firstborn, she immediately opened her arms to take the baby from him. She held the newborn close to her chest, skin to skin. Cruella was feeling emotions that she had never experienced before and wasn't sure if she wanted to feel them ever again. But there they were, and she decided for the time being to embrace them.

After her and the baby were cleaned up from the birth, and were settled into their hospital bed, Isaac came in to meet his baby girl for the first time. His eyes were full of joyful tears as Cruella handed the newborn to her husband. "She's so beautiful, Cru. She looks just like you." Cruella looked from her baby to her husband and said in a serious tone, "Yes, she does. But let's hope it's only her looks, darling, and not her heart." Isaac looked at his wife and reassured her that their daughter would be a normal, happy little girl. They would do everything in their power to make it so, just like they were doing for their son. Cruella gave him a small, tired smile and said "Let's hope so, darling."

After a few minutes of absorbing the joy, beauty and wonder of their newborn, the tiny baby began to fuss and after a few moments began to exercise her lungs by crying loudly. Isaac looked at his wife and said "I think she's hungry. Hit the Call button and we'll have a nurse bring a bottle." Cruella went to push the button, but couldn't stop looking at her child. After hesitating with her finger over the button, she suddenly dropped it and instinctively reached out her arms to take the infant from her husband. "Here, give her to me. I know what she needs", Cruella said. Isaac stared at her and replied "Cru, what are you doing? Hit the call button, she needs a bottle!" He knew what a hungry baby sounded like, as he had been the one to feed Fitz his bottle, especially during the first few weeks of his life. He tried to hold back his frustration, but suddenly he was frozen in shock as he saw his wife open her gown and place the newborn to her breast. The baby did not hesitate to latch on and immediately the crying stopped. Isaac could not believe his eyes. Here he was, staring in shock and wonder at his usually cold and indifferent wife, nursing their newborn child. It was a sight he never thought to ever see in his lifetime. She hadn't nursed Fitz; in fact she hadn't even held him until he was 2 weeks old. It never even occurred to him that his wife would nurse their 2nd child. But looking at them now, this image of normalcy, brought tears to his eyes and a gentle smile to his face. Cruella noticed this and rolled her eyes, saying to him "Oh darling, don't be so sentimental and foolish. That's what these are made for, after all." Isaac chuckled and smiled at the snarky comment. She would always be psychopathic and cruel, as that was just who she was, but he loved her and cherished the small, loving changes that he and their children had brought to her life.

Cruella looked down at her newborn daughter and touched her little face. The suckling sounds slowed as the baby fell asleep, still attached to her mother's breast. Suddenly the nurse came in to check on the baby and saw the nursing mother. She was surprised, as there had been no mention in her chart about breast feeding the infant. "I see that she's already nursed. Did she have any problems latching on?" Cruella looked at her and replied "No, she latched on just fine. Why wouldn't she? After all, isn't that what babies are supposed to do?" She then removed her breast from the newborn's mouth and placed her on her shoulder to burp her. Isaac immediately placed a burp cloth underneath her. "Well, I was going to bring her a bottle but since she's already been fed, I will leave you two alone. Just press the call button if you need anything." The nurse then turned and left the room.

Isaac and Cruella looked at each other and smiled. "So what are we going to name her? We didn't decide on her name before you went into labor," Isaac said. Cruella stared at him, and then looked down at her newborn daughter. "Anita. Her name is Anita." Isaac asked why she chose the name Anita, and she replied, "Because I like it, darling." Isaac smiled and said with a smile, "Me too."