Author's Note: Keywords on this here story: Bella Thorne.


Cece's Birth – Freddie POV

"Oh my gosh, Freddie, she's beautiful! Come hold her!" Sam yelled from her hospital bed, even though I was only about two feet away in a comfy chair by the wall.

Screw the comfy chair, though. That was my baby girl and I wanted to hold her. I picked her up and cradled her in my arms. And let me tell you. What my wife said was definitely no lie. Our baby girl was the most beautiful thing in the whole wide world. She had piercing blue eyes like her mommy's and unusually red hair, in a mohawk.

"Hey there, Cece," I said in awe of her beauty. "You can call me daddy for now. Ya know, if you ever talk or anything."

Sam giggled at the scene.

I felt the strong urge to do something. I held Cece upright in my arms and raised her up like in The Lion King.

"World, I present to you… Ms. Cecelia Carly Benson."

Sam laughed as I brought her back into my cradling arms. I rocked her back and forth and kissed her nose, causing Cece to giggle.

"C'mon, Benson, gimme my kid," Sam held out her arms.

"No, she's mine," I smiled and said.

"Just one minute and then you can have her back, I promise."

I sighed dramatically and carefully placed Cece back in Sam's arms.

"Jeez, you are gonna be such a daddy's girl," she told Cece and kissed her forehead.

Just at that moment, Carly burst through the door. "Gimme my goddaughter," she demanded.

Sam met her request and slowly handed Cece to her. "Support the head, Carls," she said.

It was official, Sam was in mother mode.

"Hi, Cece… I'm Auntie Carly, your new best bud," Carly said in baby talk. "She's so adorable, you guys," she said, without taking her eyes off Cece.

"We know this very well," Sam agreed.

Spencer burst into the hospital room and started talking in his usual loud voice. "Where's the little baby person?"

Carly whipped around and shushed him. "Sh! My goddaughter's trying to snooze!"

Sam and I chuckled and watched Carly and Spencer fawn over the sleeping Cece.

Too bad a nurse walked in and ruined everything.

"Whoa, we can't have this many people in here at once," she said.

Carly looked at Spencer, "Well, I'm not leaving."

"Well, neither am I! This kid is awesome!" Spencer countered.

"Both of you guys need to go back to Seattle, it's a long drive," I said.

Sam and I had moved to Michigan so I could go to U of M after we graduated high school. We had moved into a farmhouse with a barn not that far away where Sam had her horses that she took care of. Did I mention I was a billionaire, by the way? Whoops.

I made my money with my new invention that Sam encouraged me to make. It was a self building Christmas tree. It doesn't hang up all your ornaments for ya, but it unfolds, spreads out its branches and fits into a postal box every year. And since its fake, it never dies. Apparently people like that kind of stuff. No doubt in my mind, this kid was going to be spoiled. But if I had anything to say about it, she was NOT going to be rotten.

Carly sighed. "Yeah… I guess we better go…" Then she returned to her happy baby voice. "Bye, Cece! Call me sometime, we can chill!" she said and handed her back to me. "Do you guys know when her baptism is?"

"Exactly one month from now," Sam answered.

"You guys are coming, right?" I asked.

"Of course!" Carly responded immediately and leaned down to see Cece in my arms. "I wouldn't pass on an excuse to see little Cece…"

"What about you, Spence?" Sam asked.

"Yeah, sure I'll be there-"

"Look, all I know is you two got three seconds to get outta here," the nurse butt in threateningly.

Carly and Spencer immediately started hurrying towards the door, calling out behind them. "Bye guys! Bye Cece!"