"Don't pour out too much frosting!" Ryan teased me playfully. I giggled. "I'm won't, Daddy!" There I was, I stood on a small stool leaning over the kitchen counter, gently squirting pink frosting onto the cupcakes me and Ryan baked together. I had a wide smile on my face. When I'm around Ryan, I feel euphoria. Ryan stood by the oven, waiting for the batch of cookies to be done.

Ever since Ryan and Sarah had that argument about me a few nights ago, Ryan has been spending more time with me. It was in early October. I constantly thought of my future daughter's birth. She is due this month and my heart is on cloud nine.

I enjoyed this moment between me and Ryan. Blake was still ill, Sarah was at a doctor appointment, the other girls were out of the house for various reasons. So it was just me and Ryan alone.

"I like spending time with you, Daddy." I chirped. Ryan beamed when I said this.

"I like spending time with you too, Mercy." Ryan smiled warmly. My heart swooned.

After I am done designing the cupcakes, I showed them to Ryan with a sweet smile on my face. "Like them, Daddy?" I asked.

Ryan nodded in approval. "I love it." I beamed, absorbing his compliment like a sponge. Then his phone rang. Ryan dug into her pant pocket and retrieved his phone. He put the phone to his ear. Ryan paced around as he spoke. Curious, I listened to Ryan's talking.

"Wait! You are! That's awesome! I...I'm coming!" Then he hung up. Ryan's face is lit with happiness and exburence. He approached me with a excited smile. "Mercy, Mommy is in labor!" He exclaimed.

I felt excitement flooding my soul. I am literally jumping up and down with happiness. I felt like a giddy little girl. "REALLY?! YAY! FINALLY!" I rejoiced.

"I'm going to call a babysitter to watch you and Blake," Ryan began to dial a number on his phone. I then frowned. "But Daddy, I want to see my little sister!" I whined.

Ryan frowned. "Sorry, honey, but little kids can't go where Mommy has your sister. It's not appropriate for kids. But don't worry, when Mommy has the baby, you'll be the first one to hold her." I hated how slow and methodical his speech was. It's always an nuisance to me when an adult talks to me like that. You would think me pretending to be a child would make me used to this, but it is always annoying to me.

I forced a smile. I wanted to see my daughter being born. I always wanted to see what exactly childbirth looks like, since I will never experience it myself.

It was several hours when Ryan's babysitter arrived. It was a dark haired woman in her early twenties that lived a couple of blocks away. I didn't know her name, because she didn't interact with me at all. Ryan left immediately once the woman arrived.

"HERE SHE IS!" It was October 9, when Hope Rachel Sullivan was born. She was born healthy, weighting eight pounds. Hope's birth was uncomplicated and quick. Kelly, Gabby, Annie, and I all swarmed Jackie in the living room. Jackie was displaying the picture Ryan sent on her cell phone. It was Sarah cradling my beautiful daughter in her arms. The baby girl was just a beauty to look at. As I gazed at the photo, I could see Hope's face. The girl had a full head of chocolate brown hair and her eyes were ocean blue. Sarah's eyes were transfixed on the newborn. Ryan was right next to Sarah, leaning over the bed, his eyes were glued to his newborn daughter.

"My daughter…" I murmured in Hungarian. I was amazed and elated. Nothing could describe my feelings at this moment.

24 hours later, Sarah and Ryan returned home with Hope in a pink baby carrier. It was early in the morning, when they arrived home. I immediately left the dining table to meet my daughter.

I had an smile that reached ear to ear.

When I approached them, Ryan smiled sweetly. "This is Hope, Mercy. Your new little sister." Ryan told me. Hope was soundly asleep.

Sarah eyed me for a moment. She looked like she was debating something. I ignored the woman and pretended she didn't exist.

Hope's face was all I could see. She was so beautiful. Everything about her captivate me. I felt so much compassion and love for this child the moment I laid eyes on her.

"Welcome to the world, Hope. My name is Mercy." I cooed.

Ryan simply beamed. He was charmed by this sweet moment.

Sarah is quick to end this lovely moment. "I'm going to put her in her crib." She announced. With that, she left and headed up stairs with the carrier.

Ryan inched towards me. "Wanna feed your little sister?" He cooed. I turned him full of happiness. I never thought I could love someone like this. I loved Ryan. He cares about me, treats me with kindness, he's someone that I need. Sarah doesn't deserve him either. That bitch doesn't do anything expect put him down.

"Yes, Daddy." I said, planting a small kiss on his cheek. Then I headed upstairs and walked to Hope's new room. I stood in the doorway, I observed the room. It's a wide room with cotton candy pink walls. There are piles of cute toys and dolls arranged around the room. Sarah placed Hope in her white crib.

Sarah must have sensed my presence and turned around. She frowned upon seeing me. I could see in her eyes that she doesn't trust me. She knows something is wrong with me. She is cautious and wary of me. "What are you doing in here?" She demanded sharply.

I gave Sarah an innocent smile. "Nothing, Mommy. I just want to see Hope." I replied.

Sarah narrowed her eyes. "You already seen her. Go to your room!"

I struggled not to frown. "Mommy, I just want to bond with my little sister." I said gently.

Sarah doesn't take the bait. "No. Until you go to a therapist, you will stay far away from Hope and Blake. I don't want you near either of them." She warned. Sarah glared at me. "Now, go to your room."

All the happiness and joy I felt began to vanish. Odium filled me. I glared at this bitch with coldness. Eventually I am going to seduce Ryan. I decided that I'm going to end Sarah very soon. I'm unsure if I should do it after or before I seduce Ryan. But Hope needs her Mother to care for her. I decided that I'm going to allow Sarah to live for at least a month or two, when Hope doesn't need her biological Mother anymore.

I gave Sarah a spiteful smile. This makes Sarah appear uneasy. "Get out!" She commanded. This time I listened and headed downstairs. Ryan was sitting on the couch, texting on his phone. I formed a plan in my mind. I began to make myself cry once I entered the living room.

My harsh sobs attracted Ryan almost immediately. "Daddy, Mommy won't let me see Hope! She's so mean to me!" I wept.

Ryan embraced me warmly. "Sweetie, Daddy will talk to Mommy." He reassured me. "Go eat breakfast." He added. I sniffled and pulled away. I wiped my tears away with one hand and headed to the dining table.

Hope was a very fussy baby on her first night. I laid in my bed wide awake, with the feverish wailing of my daughter piercing my ears. This was the third time she cried in this one night. Ryan and Sarah are exhausted. I decided that I should try to practice caring for my daughter. I headed downstairs and retrieved some baby bottles.

I fetched a small stool to retrieve the baby formula. I poured the baby formula into the bottle. I still heard Hope's crying and wondered why Ryan or Sarah hasn't gotten up. I shrugged it off and moved the stool to the sink.

I poured the right amount of water into the bottle and rushed to put it in the microwave. I made sure to heat it to the suitable temperature. When it's done, the microwave made a alarming beeping. I turned around to the staircase to see if anyone would get come out of their room. Nobody did.

I grabbed the warm bottle and hurried upstairs to Hope's room. Hope's wailing became more hysterical. I put the bottle of milk on the floor next to the rocking chair and approached the child's crib.

"Sh..sh...shh.." I soothed gently. I'm too short to just grab her out of the crib, so I grabbed a small table in her room and placed near the crib. I climbed it and leaned over the crib. I scooped the child in my arms, shushing and whispering gentle words to her. I rocked her back and forth. She is still weeping, but her crying began to slowly soften. I managed to walk back to the rock chair and sat with Hope cradled in my arms. I used one hand to pick up the bottle.

"Hungry?" I asked her. Hope's crying ceased. Her innocent blue eyes locked onto mine. I inched the bottle close to the baby's mouth. She immediately began to drink from it.

I cherished this moment. I felt like a Mother. I smiled sincerely. I wanted to give this child all of the love and nurture in the world. I loved this child more than myself. I loved this moment because I didn't feel like a monster. I forgot who I was. I wasn't Mercy, I wasn't Alanna. I was simply a woman caring for a beautiful baby girl.

But this moment is short lived when I noticed Sarah standing in the doorway. She swiftly turned on the lights. Her expression screamed a thousands words. She glared at me full of contempt and coldness.

Sarah doesn't yell, she spoke through her teeth. "Get out of Hope's room." She commanded. I noticed that the bottle is empty and I pulled it away from Hope's mouth. Hope doesn't seem bothered by this. I rocked in my arms. I shot a glare at Sarah.

"No." I objected. I refused to be treated like this. "I was caring for her. Awhile you sleep on your ass and let her cry! Some Mother you are!" I mocked.

Sarah's mouth dropped open. "Excuse me?" She demanded.

I scowled. "Sarah, you can't just keep me away from Blake and Hope like this! They're my sisters!" I argued. "I want to spend time with them!"

Sarah crossed her arms. "No! I know what you're doing. Something is wrong with you and I will not allow you to hurt my children. Ryan may not see it, but I do."

I allowed her insults to roll down my back. I'm not even trying to play innocent anymore. All I wanted to do was dehumanize her and mock her. "Ryan deserves better." I started.

Sarah's eyes flickered. "What?"

"Ryan is a sweetheart. He loves you so much, but yet you treat him like dirt. Look at your life, Sarah. Gabby smokes weed and has underaged sex. Your own friend attempted to fuck your own husband right under your nose. You have so many kids, but you barely pay attention to any of them." I sneered.

Sarah is just speechless at this point. I was in disbelief as well. I have completely broken character. No eight year old speaks like this. But I'm not concerned. I will kill this woman anyway and I will seduce her husband.

I felt powerful at this moment. I felt pride boiling in my chest.

I glanced down at Hope. She is fast asleep.

I got up with Hope still in my arms. "Hope will probably need a diaper change soon." I told Sarah as I headed the crib. I gently placed the angel into her crib. I even planted a sweet kiss on her forehead.

I walked towards the door, completely confident. I even flashed a disgusted Sarah a sweet smile as I passed by her.

"I love you, Mommy." I said aloud for Sarah to hear. Then I headed into my bedroom and went to sleep.

In the next chapter, Sarah takes Mercy to a therapist. Reviews and thoughts. Next chapter will be up soon. As you wait, read my other stories and give me your opinions and thoughts on them.