Nostradamus looked around his little cottage and smiled when his eyes landed on his wife. Her long, blonde hair was flowing freely down her back, she was cooking dinner for him, and her stomach was swollen with his child. He came up behind her, wrapped his arms around his baby, and started kissing her neck.
She giggled. "Welcome home, husband."
"It's good to be home, my beautiful wife."
"Did you save many lives today?"
"I didn't save any, but I did birth a baby and it got me thinking about our own," he smiled and started rubbing her stomach.
"Our little one is sure taking his sweet time getting here."
"Or her."
She laughed softly. "Yes, or her. Go wash up; dinner is almost ready."
"Yes ma'am," he smiled and went to wash up.
…
He was awoken by his wife shaking him.
"Nostradamus, wake up. I think something is wrong."
He quickly sat up. "What, love? What is it?"
"I'm leaking, and I have back pains. They're unbearable."
"What?" Nostradamus pulled back their blankets, and sure enough, their bed was all wet. He chuckled.
"This isn't funny, Nostradamus!"
"No, love. This all just means that the baby is coming."
"What?!"
…
Hours of screaming and cursing later, Nostradamus had delivered his and Olivia's baby girl. She was currently in her mother's arms, peacefully sleeping. Nostradamus laid next to his wife, and gently pulled her and his daughter to him.
"She's beautiful," he whispered and kissed the baby's tiny head.
"She needs a name," Olivia whispered back.
"What about…Juliette Olivia?"
"I like it."
"Juliette Olivia it is then. She's already as beautiful as her mother."
He stroked Juliette's cheek, and she held her father's finger in her tiny fist. Nostradamus felt a swell of love that he had not felt in a long time, and vowed to protect this daughter like he could not protect his children that came before her.