Hope you liked the last chapter. Those who haven't read Emmeline, go read
it! (More reviews!!!) *haha* I'll leave it up to you anyway. I'm sitting
here writing this, gorging myself with a tub of Ben and Jerry's, cookie
dough. Anyway, we shall move on from the topic of my favorite eats.
Reviews:
Dizzie*Lizzie: Your reviews are SO sweet! Xie xie!!! (Chinese for thanks.) And I hope you won't be disappointed with the baby's name and gender, I mean if you were expecting the opposite. Anyway, I chose the names because I've always had them in mind. I think that they're very natural and elegant in a way. Hope you like this one yeah.(read Emmeline too!!! That's the other story!!!)
LordLanceahlot: Thanks for all your reviews for Emmeline and this one. Really appreciate it, so sweet! Hope you like this chappie too yea.And what happened to your story? *haha, just wondering* keep it up all the same!
starrygreenleaf: "Ello!!! Yep, I so agree with you. There are like this little *makes marking with fingers* W/E fics, in a sea of this much *makes a MUCH bigger marking with fingers* PotC fics. I mean, come on..I was so peeved for having almost nothing to read so I wrote this. And also because I am a big W/E fan, even though this is not typical W/E stuff.but I am writing another little fic.*haha* watch out for it. I want to post it soon. Hope you review! Anyway, another Xie xie for you.
TortillaInLuv: Hey! I am sure this chapter will answer your question, and make you happy! And yes, I do get what you mean. That's why I think you'll be happy when you read on. (I am so giving away the whole thing.but oh well, I mean 'yall gonna find out anyway.)
*bends head down apologetically to the other readers*
Read on.
The pain has mellowed down, but I am exhausted and my body feels out of sorts. There isn't a word I can think of to describe how I feel physically right now.
But I am erupting with happiness and bliss, as I hear my newborn child cry. It is like angels singing, so pure to my ears. I am so ecstatic that I must be positively glowing.
Will is all smiles right now, and I can see relief hidden under it. My father is like a little child; he is tremendously excited now that the worst is over. He is exclaiming over our little creature of joy, making all sorts of rather amusing remarks.
And I haven't even seen my baby yet!
Will takes a cool soft cloth and lightly dabs me with it. My blinding layer of sweat is gone and the morning's wind is like a splash of fresh water on me. I blink furiously, determined to have my proper sight restored to me, to see my infant clearly for the first time.
I struggle with my feeble arms to push myself up, and Will moves to prop me up, quickly arranging the pillows to make me comfortable, alleviating the pain in my aching back.
As soon as all this is done, the nurse walks carefully over and in her arms is a teeny cream-colored bundle.
She passes that teeny bundle slowly to me and I place my hand under my child's head, supporting it, and cradle my child lovingly.
"It's a girl ma'am."
The nurse whispers to me and backs away.
My smile widens when I hear the good news. I was wishing for a girl; though a boy would give Will more to participate in. Sword fighting and such.
But I know he is elated, I can sense it radiating from him where he sits edged precariously on my bedside.
I think it ridiculous that he sit in such a position. He's afraid to hurt me, since I am all sore now, he says.
I tell him its utter nonsense, so now he props himself right next to me, his arms around my shoulder, resting his chin on my head.
With the baby in my arms, I lean in on Will, snuggled up warmly against his chest.
Then, I peel back the hood that shadows on my baby's face. And she is a perfect picture of beauty.
Her hair is a pure gold, and it seems to shine in the warm sunlight. There are tiny wispy curls of her spun gold scattered atop her precious head.
"Looks like she gained the color from you, but she's got my curls 'eh love?"
Will murmurs delightedly in my ear, placing light kisses on my hair.
Gingerly I run finger over her delicate head and her curls are as soft and smooth as the silken down on a chick. As I do so, my baby stops her crying, and peers open her tear laden eyes. Even through her tears, she holds us captive with those wonderful gems.
They are the very essence of blue, deep and almost hypnotic. The very heart is like a burning sapphire, surrounded by the color of the clearest waters. They sparkle and twinkle innocently at us and I have no room for words.
Her round cheeks are stained with drying tears, but they are flushed a healthy rose red. She has the sweetest rosebud lips and the most darling nose.
Gently I stroke her chubby cheeks and they feel like the finest velvet and dewy flower petals on my skin.
She sticks out her teeny hand from under the folds and stretches it up as though to grab onto me.
Her bitsy fingers are tinged pink and I give out my finger to her. With force and strength surprising for her size, she grasps hold and squeezes.
She reveals her other hand and takes another prisoner of Will's finger.
With both her mother and father's fingers in her palms, she twitches her lips to form a smile and makes a gurgling sound, one that I can only define as laughter.
Without knowing it, she has us spellbound and we are at her very command.
"Our very own angel. We have three angels now love. Our little Estee. As agreed. How about Marie for her middle name love?"
Will whispers softly to me, running his fingers through my tangled hair, smoothing them out.
A loving warmth spreads over me, as I comprehend Will's words. The three angels are Emmeline, our new baby and I.
I nod my head and close my eyes, sounding the name in my head. It fits like a glove.
Estee Marie Turner it is.
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Thanks.
Reviews:
Dizzie*Lizzie: Your reviews are SO sweet! Xie xie!!! (Chinese for thanks.) And I hope you won't be disappointed with the baby's name and gender, I mean if you were expecting the opposite. Anyway, I chose the names because I've always had them in mind. I think that they're very natural and elegant in a way. Hope you like this one yeah.(read Emmeline too!!! That's the other story!!!)
LordLanceahlot: Thanks for all your reviews for Emmeline and this one. Really appreciate it, so sweet! Hope you like this chappie too yea.And what happened to your story? *haha, just wondering* keep it up all the same!
starrygreenleaf: "Ello!!! Yep, I so agree with you. There are like this little *makes marking with fingers* W/E fics, in a sea of this much *makes a MUCH bigger marking with fingers* PotC fics. I mean, come on..I was so peeved for having almost nothing to read so I wrote this. And also because I am a big W/E fan, even though this is not typical W/E stuff.but I am writing another little fic.*haha* watch out for it. I want to post it soon. Hope you review! Anyway, another Xie xie for you.
TortillaInLuv: Hey! I am sure this chapter will answer your question, and make you happy! And yes, I do get what you mean. That's why I think you'll be happy when you read on. (I am so giving away the whole thing.but oh well, I mean 'yall gonna find out anyway.)
*bends head down apologetically to the other readers*
Read on.
The pain has mellowed down, but I am exhausted and my body feels out of sorts. There isn't a word I can think of to describe how I feel physically right now.
But I am erupting with happiness and bliss, as I hear my newborn child cry. It is like angels singing, so pure to my ears. I am so ecstatic that I must be positively glowing.
Will is all smiles right now, and I can see relief hidden under it. My father is like a little child; he is tremendously excited now that the worst is over. He is exclaiming over our little creature of joy, making all sorts of rather amusing remarks.
And I haven't even seen my baby yet!
Will takes a cool soft cloth and lightly dabs me with it. My blinding layer of sweat is gone and the morning's wind is like a splash of fresh water on me. I blink furiously, determined to have my proper sight restored to me, to see my infant clearly for the first time.
I struggle with my feeble arms to push myself up, and Will moves to prop me up, quickly arranging the pillows to make me comfortable, alleviating the pain in my aching back.
As soon as all this is done, the nurse walks carefully over and in her arms is a teeny cream-colored bundle.
She passes that teeny bundle slowly to me and I place my hand under my child's head, supporting it, and cradle my child lovingly.
"It's a girl ma'am."
The nurse whispers to me and backs away.
My smile widens when I hear the good news. I was wishing for a girl; though a boy would give Will more to participate in. Sword fighting and such.
But I know he is elated, I can sense it radiating from him where he sits edged precariously on my bedside.
I think it ridiculous that he sit in such a position. He's afraid to hurt me, since I am all sore now, he says.
I tell him its utter nonsense, so now he props himself right next to me, his arms around my shoulder, resting his chin on my head.
With the baby in my arms, I lean in on Will, snuggled up warmly against his chest.
Then, I peel back the hood that shadows on my baby's face. And she is a perfect picture of beauty.
Her hair is a pure gold, and it seems to shine in the warm sunlight. There are tiny wispy curls of her spun gold scattered atop her precious head.
"Looks like she gained the color from you, but she's got my curls 'eh love?"
Will murmurs delightedly in my ear, placing light kisses on my hair.
Gingerly I run finger over her delicate head and her curls are as soft and smooth as the silken down on a chick. As I do so, my baby stops her crying, and peers open her tear laden eyes. Even through her tears, she holds us captive with those wonderful gems.
They are the very essence of blue, deep and almost hypnotic. The very heart is like a burning sapphire, surrounded by the color of the clearest waters. They sparkle and twinkle innocently at us and I have no room for words.
Her round cheeks are stained with drying tears, but they are flushed a healthy rose red. She has the sweetest rosebud lips and the most darling nose.
Gently I stroke her chubby cheeks and they feel like the finest velvet and dewy flower petals on my skin.
She sticks out her teeny hand from under the folds and stretches it up as though to grab onto me.
Her bitsy fingers are tinged pink and I give out my finger to her. With force and strength surprising for her size, she grasps hold and squeezes.
She reveals her other hand and takes another prisoner of Will's finger.
With both her mother and father's fingers in her palms, she twitches her lips to form a smile and makes a gurgling sound, one that I can only define as laughter.
Without knowing it, she has us spellbound and we are at her very command.
"Our very own angel. We have three angels now love. Our little Estee. As agreed. How about Marie for her middle name love?"
Will whispers softly to me, running his fingers through my tangled hair, smoothing them out.
A loving warmth spreads over me, as I comprehend Will's words. The three angels are Emmeline, our new baby and I.
I nod my head and close my eyes, sounding the name in my head. It fits like a glove.
Estee Marie Turner it is.
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Thanks.