Alright, sorry guys, but you'll have to have the paragraph formatting for this chapter. (At least for now. I might go through and change them all at some point.) I separated dialogue once and the page refreshed, and wiped it, and as much fun as it is, I don't have time to do it again this morning. However! We're getting towards the end, so if you haven't be sure to favorite and follow. Love ya'll, you're the best! - BB
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"Shhh, she's resting." "Of course." I cracked my eyes and instantly noted the baby was gone, but she was sleeping comfortably on the chest of her father, his shirt open for skin to skin contact. I looked over and blinked. "Momma..." "Hey sweetie." My mother gave me a warm smile as she came to the other side of the bed, leaning to press a kiss to my cheek. "What are you doin' here? You didn't have to come all the way down here..." I said tiredly. "Of course we did, we wanted to see you." Said my father, taking a seat on the bench in the corner with Gabe. They had taken the news of my pregnancy well, and had actually been very supportive and helpful over the last couple of months, sending furniture, or goodies from Amazon in preparation for their new grandchild. Seto had actually taken to calling my father every few weeks to discuss business, and since then their attitude towards one another had almost turned friendly. My mother looked to the father and his child, her hands wringing a bit. "May we..." "Sure." The CEO stood and hushed the child as he stirred her, his voice murmuring quiet nothings as he wrapped her in the swaddle and passed her to my mother. "Oh my... look at you." Cooed my mother, a bright smile on her face as she rocked the babe to settle her once more. "Look at that hair. My word." Said my father, standing to look over her shoulder. "I know. That was a bitch to make." I muttered, rubbing my stomach with a sigh. Looking to my son in the corner, I held my hand out and he got up to take it. "What?" "Nothin'. Just remembering you when you was that small. Now look at you." The boy rolled his eyes. "Don't be dumb." "I will. Might even cry." I sniffed. "My baby! Hims so big." I tugged on his hand and forced him into a bear hug, drawing a groan from him and a chuckle from his father as he buttoned his shirt.
"What do you think?" I asked quietly that night. Gabe had gone home with my parents, and the newborn was cuddled close on her father's chest. The lights were dim, and I had been resting for most of the day. I was due to be discharged tomorrow. "I don't know..." He murmured, looking at the child in his arms. "Could name her after you." "God no." He chuckled. "What would you name her? If I wasn't here?" I shrugged. "Probably another Saint." "Like what?" I hummed. "There's Joan... Agatha." His nose wrinkled and I grinned. "Christine... Mary, Matilda... Simon." I paused. "Simon is a boy's name." "No I know, but... What about Simone?" "Simone Terrace?" "No. She'd have your name." I looked over. "Unless you don't want to sign the birth certificate..." "No I do." He said, looking to the girl. "Simone Kaiba... Not bad." "I like it." I offered. "Do you have a middle name you'd like?" I continued. "That's right, you Americans are big on that..." He muttered with an eye roll. "I know, such strange folk we are." I chuckled. "Are you named after someone?" He asked. "Technically I'm named after Daddy... that's a thing my family does though, the girls usually end up with 'Ann' and the boys are named after their fathers." His brows lifted. "Gabe wasn't." "Neither was Tommy. Thomas was Momma's Daddy." I gave another shrug. "Supposedly I didn't know Gabe's father... So I just went with what I wanted... so rules are out the window at this point." He gave a smirk as he looked back to the baby, as if she would be able to tell him. We sat quiet for a few moments before I spoke up. "What was your mother's name?" "May." I rolled it around in my head. Simone May. "It's got a nice ring... Easy to yell that way." He chuckled. "It is nice..." "Would you be okay with that? You don't talk about her much." He settled against the chair he was in. "I don't remember much... she died when Mokuba was born..." "I'm sorry honey, we don't-" "No... no it's okay..." He gave me a small smile. "May it is."
"I do love what you've done to the house." Said my mother with a smile. We'd come home the previous day, and night in my own bed had been nice, even if I was up every few hours to nurse. My parents were staying in the nursery on Gabe's old bed. "Seto did a lot of it... he and I split the cost." I replied. The man in question cooking some eggs for breakfast short distance away. "That's nice... but is it a good idea to have the nursery upstairs?" Asked the older woman as she sat down with a cup of coffee beside me, the child at my breast having her breakfast. "She'll stay with me for a while, at least until she starts sleeping longer." I said back. "When she's ready we'll move her upstairs. That'll be her room." "I do like the gray. It's very nice." She replied with a smile to the child. "It is, isn't it? I'm thinking a few splashes of pink, but nothing too crazy." Gabe came stomping down the stairs, dropping his bag by the door and pulling out a folder to hand to his father. "A calculus page, an essay for English, and one Chem worksheet." Reported the boy. "What about history?" "Test Friday, so no homework, just study time." "Did you?" Asked the father as he skimmed the sheets over. "Yes?" The taller of the two raised a brow. "I'll do it tonight." Relented the boy. "I'll quiz you tomorrow." The boy rolled his eyes but took the papers back. "Yes Daddy." "Only your mother can call me that." Said Kaiba, turning to pull the egg from the pan. "Oh, ew." I grinned at my lover. "Was that a joke?" "Yes." "Good job! Bonus points for child trauma." The blue eyed man rumbled in amusement and brought over a egg, ham, and cheese sandwich on a toasted english muffin. "Eat that." "Yes Daddy." He smirked and pressed a kiss to my lips before moving to make one for his son. "I'm afraid the next few days won't be very exciting Momma, Gabe's gonna be at school, and I'm just resting... Seto's probably working." "Actually, I took some time off." Said the brunet, cracking another egg into the skillet. My brows flew up. "Did you really?" "Kaiba Corp offers all employees eight weeks after a baby is born, for the mother and father." "Yea but I got this, you don't have too..." "Mokuba insisted, and I suppose a break wouldn't be so bad." "He locked you out, didn't he?" "Yes." I chuckled. "I knew I liked him for a reason."
Momma and Daddy would go home, and Simone would adjust to a schedule easier then I thought. I was so tired though. All the time. I suspected Postpartum depression, and made a note to talk to my doctor at the next appointment. It was getting hard though. Waking up in the night to feed her. I was starting to hate it. Hate her. Gabe was never this needy was he? I felt like I wasn't getting any sleep, even though that's almost all I did. "Mother fuck." I growled as I sat up, Simone's familiar cry coming through the speakers of the audio visual monitor we had in her room. "She hungry?" Muttered Kaiba, rubbing his face. "Isn't she always?" I moved to stand when I felt a hand grab my arm. "Hey." "What?" "I'll get it." I felt uncertain. I had left her in his care during the day so I could nap, but late night feedings were usually mine. "You start making boob juice?" "No, but yours is in the fridge. Go back to bed, I'll get it." He moved to climb out of bed and I sat back, still unsure. I heard him shuffle around in the kitchen before the stairs groaned as he walked up them. I watched through the monitor. The image wasn't super sharp in black and white, but it could see well enough in the dark. "Hush now hime." He did that with her. A soothing croon of his native tongue always settled her, no matter what her issue was. She loved it too, more often then not she'd coo right back, her hands coming to his face while she tried to smile, not quite sure how yet. She had my cheeks, and chin, but his ears, and her hands had his long fingers, even at this size. "Are you hungry joji? Hmm?" He lifted her out of the crib and cradled her to his bare chest. "No you can't have it." He teased as she grabbed at the bottle he offered her. She suckled greedily, and he just paced with her, watching her. I was slowly settling back down. He was doing okay... not too much though, she'll get sick. He was on it though. He draped a rag over his shoulder and continued to pace as he patted her backside, drawing out any gas from her tummy. She settled against his shoulder and I saw her face curl in a yawn. "You tired? Hmm?" He set her down on the changing table and checked her diaper, talking to her quietly the whole time. "I know, such a hard life you live... I wish I could spend half the time you do in your mom's chest." I snorted. He's getting pretty good at those jokes. Must be a Dad thing. He pulled the dirty diaper off and pitched it, replacing it with a fresh one before buttoning her onesie back in place. "Still hungry hime?" The child just whimpered and he wrapped her back up and gave her her pacifier, pacing a bit more with her before she dozed off and he settled her back in her crib. Putting the bottle back in the kitchen, he crawled into bed a moment later. Instead of facing the monitor, as I had the last month, I snuggled into his side. "Thank you."
"She looks good! Nice weight, and she looks so happy, yes." Cooed the doctor to my daughter as the child grinned back. She'd figured out the trick with smiling last week and had done nothing but that since. She loved to smile at people. "It's her new favorite thing." I replied with a chuckle, moving her to the carseat. "How about you mommy? Production good? How's your mood?" "My production's great. I make plenty for her and some to spare." "Wonderful!" The woman smiled, waiting for an answer to her other question. "I'm having a bit of trouble with my mood." I muttered, clipping the baby in. "All I want to do is sleep, and when I wake up to care for her... I..." I sighed, and tried to force myself to be honest. "I'll think I hate her... I don't though! I mean, it doesn't linger long, and..." I stumbled over the words, unsure of how to explain the feelings. "It's okay." She assured. "It's normal." "Is it? I never had it with my son..." "Each pregnancy is different. Just like the child it makes. Here." She scribbled on her pad and offered me a sheet. "Take this. I'd recommend it in the morning with breakfast." "What is it?" "Just an antidepressant. The hormones are going wonky in your brain." She gave me a patient smile. "It'll pass, but this will make it easier." I nodded and took the slip, pressing it into my pocket so I could drop it off on the way home. "Any other questions?" "Well I..." A hint of a blush colored my cheeks. "I was wondering if I was clear too... y'know..." "Intercourse?" She grinned. "Yes." She laughed. "Yes! You're clear. I would recommend birth control though. You will be incredibly fertile after." I nodded. I remembered that. "Have you taken the pill before?" "After my first, and I had an implant later. I'd like to do that again." "That can be arranged. Next week? Make an appointment with the receptionist." Said the doctor with a smile as she scooped up my file. "Thank you." "You're very welcome. Bye honey." She cooed at the baby who cooed back and waved her arms.
"How is my hime? Hmm?" Said the tall brunet as he scooped up the baby and drawing a shriek of happiness from the girl. "Just great. Doctor said she looked good." I said as I moved to sit on the couch. "And you Okasan?" He murmured as he sat down beside me with her. "I'm alright... She gave me stuff to help with the depression." "Depression?" "It's postpartum. It's normal. I didn't really have it with Gabe, I wasn't prepared." I yawned. "It's the reason I've been sleeping so much... this will help." I reached into my pocket and shook a bottle of pills. "That's good..." He looked at me slyly. "And the other thing?" "I get another implant next week." I said with a smirk.