Welcome to my new story that's pretty much my one shot The name on your wrist (/s/11732814/1/The-name-on-your-wrist) in "long". I put long in quotes because this won't be all that long. I will have about 14 chapers (I think) but all of them will be as short as this one, as that's the style I want to go with for this story. With as short as those chapters are, I plan to post a new one every other day.
Please enjoy! :)
It's late November and they're at the hospital.
Mary's in labor and Maximilian doesn't know what to do. She's in pain and he can't help her. Not that he's usually good at helping her, but he's trying his best.
Right now, he isn't even trying. He's way in over his head.
And after hours and hours, she is finally there: their daughter. A little screaming thing that's somehow extremely beautiful.
They take the baby away and wash it before lying it into Mary's arms.
Maximilian tentively steps next to her, looking at the baby girl in her arms. His baby girl.
Only after a while, he notices Mary looking at him. He returns the look.
With a soft voice, Mary asks, almost desperate: "We're going to make it, aren't we?"
It shouldn't be a question. They are soulmates. They have each other's names written on the inside of their left wrist since they've been eighteen.
But the thing is... It is a question. Their whole relationship seems like one big mistake.
They were happy at the beginning. Maximilian enjoyed how Mary had her heart on her sleeve and how steady she always kept. And he's sure, she enjoyed his directness and how he always stayed calm and collected.
They haven't been enjoying each other for two years now after that first year of happiness. Mary's too impulsive for Maximilian sometimes. She claims, he's too cold.
They fight and are angry with each other a lot. But they always pull together again, because... they are soulmates.
They also pretend in front of everyone else that they're happy. Because soulmates have to be happy with each other. They love each other forever.
Maximilian isn't sure if Mary ever truly loved him. He isn't sure he ever loved her. It feels awful.
But he nods now. They're going to make it. Especially with a child. A child he never really wanted but as it meant everything to her... They will make it now. Because they have to. If not for each other, then for this little baby girl.
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It's January and Nathaniel couldn't feel happier. His beautiful wife Leah, his best friend and soulmate, is giving birth right now. To their son. He feels absolutely blessed.
He's doing everything to help her. He's making sure she's drinking enough. He's wiping the sweat off her forehead with a soft towel. He's offering her small snacks every time she isn't in pain. He's talking in a soothing tone to her. He's holding her hand and doesn't pull a face when she squeezes it in a way that makes it feel like it's falling off.
And then, he finally has the baby in his arms. His baby. It's dirty and strange looking and yet the most beautiful little thing Nathaniel has ever seen.
He's giving him to Leah who takes him and cradles him in her arms. Her face, only shortly before contorted in pain, shows the softest smile Nathaniel has ever seen. He wonders how it's possible for him to fall even deeper in love with her, this beautiful, amazing and warm woman.
"Hi, little one," Leah greets the newborn. "I'm your mommy. Over there is your daddy."
She breaks one hand away from under him, but only to gently stroke with it over the boy's head that already shows some short hair.
"Aren't you precious?" Nathaniel hears Leah whisper. "We love you so much."
They do. They both already love him as much as they love each other, which is an incredible amount.
He can't help but smile and he feels tears in his eyes. He needs to lean down, put his hand on the back of Leah's head and put a soft kiss on her forehead. It's like a promise. A promise to always protect her and their beautiful son.