"ARTIMES FOWL IF I EVER GET MY HANDS ON YOU AGAIN!" Juliet Butler screamed, and her husband, Artemis, cringed away. He was out in the hall way. He wanted to be in there. But just couldn't bear it. Juliet was scary when she was this angry. She was in labor with their daughter. Well, they didn't know if it was a girl, but they suspected so.
"Artemis, why are you out in the hall way?" Holly asked, coming out of a door down the hall. She shook her head and peaked into Juliet's door way.
"You should really be in there with her, Arty. She looks bad," Holly shook her small head at Artemis again, craning her neck to look up at him. He had grown much taller since he was twelve.
"I'm scared. Besides, all she'll do is scream a-" but Artemis didn't finish his sentence because a tiny cry came from the room. He rushed in to the room, Holly following behind, still dressed for work.
Artemis stopped short. Juliet's hair was matted to her forehead and she look like she hadn't slept in months. But she was smiling, nice and big, holding a pink blanket in her arms.
Juliet was cooing at the baby in her arms.
"Hi there pretty baby. I'm Juliet. Your mommy," Juliet looked up when she heard Artemis's footsteps.
"And that's your daddy, pretty baby!" Juliet said, beaming as Artemis edged closer. He felt nervous.
"Take her, Arty! She's the most beautiful thing in the world. She has your hair," Juliet handed Artemis the tiny blankets and Artemis held his arms the way his mother had taught him.
He was stunned.
She had jet black hair, nice, flat, and thick, with blushing cheeks like Juliet's.
"J-juliet!" Artemis whispered. The tiny baby stirred and opened her eyes.
The clearest of blues, just like Juliet's. The color of the sky.
"Artemis. Meet Artemis Holly. Art, meet your daddy," Juliet crossed her arms, flopping back onto her pillow. She fell right asleep.
"The prettiest thing I've ever seen," Holly breathed.
"So, so, pretty, Artemis whispered.