"Oh my God!" Veronica yelled out in pain as she continually attempted to give birth to her child.
"Veronica, relax," said Damon, squeezing Veronica's hand tighter.
"Breathe Veronica," whispered Wolfwood, gently pushing Veronica's hair out of her eyes.
"Dad, I'm in so much pain," whispered Veronica, slowly breathing in and out.
"Veronica, you are going to really have to push," said Doctor Hieson. "You're almost through."
Veronica closed her eyes and began again the painful process of birthing her child.
"You're almost there Veronica," said Doctor Hieson. "PUSH!"
Veronica screamed and squeezed Damon's and Wolfwood's hands tighter.
"Come on Veronica," whispered Wolfwood.
"It's alright baby," whispered Damon. "You're almost there."
Veronica screamed one last time and pushed with everything she had in her, and after twenty-four hours of labor, the pain was finally over
Doctor Hieson gingerly removed the baby from Veronica, cutting the umbilical cord and passing the baby to the nurses who cleaned the baby and wrapped it in blankets. He rose from the stool he had been sitting on and removed his glasses, staring down at Veronica and smiling.
"Congratulations," began Doctor Hieson, "it's a girl." He took the baby girl from the nurses and placed her in Veronica's arms.
"She's beautiful," said Damon, gingerly rubbing his newborn daughter's forehead.
"Just like her mother," said Wolfwood, kissing Veronica on her forehead.
"God, I wish Mom was here," sighed Veronica, cradling her child.
"So do I," said Wolfwood, tears welling in his eyes. "What are you going to name her?"
"I want her name to be special and I think I have the perfect name."
"What's that?" asked Wolfwood.
"Millie Nichole Bonarie."
Tears welled up in Wolfwood's eyes and, for the first time since Millie's death, he cried. Veronica lifted Millie up towards Wolfwood, signaling that she wanted him to hold his granddaughter. He gently took Millie from Veronica's arms and cradled her in his own.
"Millie Nichole," whispered Wolfwood as he took in all of his newborn granddaughter's features, remembering the day that Veronica was born.
'Nick, I don't think I can do this,' whispered Millie, straining for breath.
'Yes you can,' I assured her, rubbing her sweaty forehead. 'You didn't say this when you had Alexander.'
'Darling, I don't think I'm going to...OH MY GOD!' Millie screamed and pushed as hard as she could, wearing herself out. This last little burst of energy was the end of her pain.
The doctor removed the baby, cleaned it, wrapped it in blankets, and handed it back to Millie, announcing that it was a girl.
'What are we going to name her?' I asked, admiring my newborn daughter.
'Veronica Elizabeth Wolfwood,' answered Millie, cradling Veronica in her arms. I kissed my wife and rushed out of the room to proclaim the news...
"Hey Grandpa," joked Veronica, staring up at Wolfwood. "Can I have my baby back?"
Wolfwood gave Millie back to her mom and walked into the bathroom, shutting the door behind him. He studied himself in the mirror, noticing a streak of grey that had recently formed in his black hair.
"I really am looking like a grandpa," muttered Wolfwood, turning on his heel and walking out of the bathroom, reaching into his pocket for his cigarettes and lighter.
"I'm going out for a smoke," he said, walking out of the room, down the corridor, and to the elevator, taking it down to the lobby and stepping outside of the hospital. He took his cigarette out of his pocket and lit up, resting his back against the wall of the hospital.
"Damnit Millie," cursed Wolfwood, puffing smoke out of his mouth, "why did you have to die? I swear to God I'm going to find your murderer. Why did you have to die?"
Wolfwood dropped to his knees in the pouring rain and let his cigarette fall to the ground.
"Why?!" he shouted, placing his head in his hands, violently sobbing. "Why now? Why did you have to take her from me, from us, now? I don't fucking understand? Why her? Answer me that question God. Why?"
A/N: I know, it's starting off rough, but it is going to get better, just give me a chance. This is my first fic after all . I'll prove this to be one of your favorites, I promise. By the way, I decided to do the memory part different in this chapter because the other way was just confusing. Enjoy!
"Veronica, relax," said Damon, squeezing Veronica's hand tighter.
"Breathe Veronica," whispered Wolfwood, gently pushing Veronica's hair out of her eyes.
"Dad, I'm in so much pain," whispered Veronica, slowly breathing in and out.
"Veronica, you are going to really have to push," said Doctor Hieson. "You're almost through."
Veronica closed her eyes and began again the painful process of birthing her child.
"You're almost there Veronica," said Doctor Hieson. "PUSH!"
Veronica screamed and squeezed Damon's and Wolfwood's hands tighter.
"Come on Veronica," whispered Wolfwood.
"It's alright baby," whispered Damon. "You're almost there."
Veronica screamed one last time and pushed with everything she had in her, and after twenty-four hours of labor, the pain was finally over
Doctor Hieson gingerly removed the baby from Veronica, cutting the umbilical cord and passing the baby to the nurses who cleaned the baby and wrapped it in blankets. He rose from the stool he had been sitting on and removed his glasses, staring down at Veronica and smiling.
"Congratulations," began Doctor Hieson, "it's a girl." He took the baby girl from the nurses and placed her in Veronica's arms.
"She's beautiful," said Damon, gingerly rubbing his newborn daughter's forehead.
"Just like her mother," said Wolfwood, kissing Veronica on her forehead.
"God, I wish Mom was here," sighed Veronica, cradling her child.
"So do I," said Wolfwood, tears welling in his eyes. "What are you going to name her?"
"I want her name to be special and I think I have the perfect name."
"What's that?" asked Wolfwood.
"Millie Nichole Bonarie."
Tears welled up in Wolfwood's eyes and, for the first time since Millie's death, he cried. Veronica lifted Millie up towards Wolfwood, signaling that she wanted him to hold his granddaughter. He gently took Millie from Veronica's arms and cradled her in his own.
"Millie Nichole," whispered Wolfwood as he took in all of his newborn granddaughter's features, remembering the day that Veronica was born.
'Nick, I don't think I can do this,' whispered Millie, straining for breath.
'Yes you can,' I assured her, rubbing her sweaty forehead. 'You didn't say this when you had Alexander.'
'Darling, I don't think I'm going to...OH MY GOD!' Millie screamed and pushed as hard as she could, wearing herself out. This last little burst of energy was the end of her pain.
The doctor removed the baby, cleaned it, wrapped it in blankets, and handed it back to Millie, announcing that it was a girl.
'What are we going to name her?' I asked, admiring my newborn daughter.
'Veronica Elizabeth Wolfwood,' answered Millie, cradling Veronica in her arms. I kissed my wife and rushed out of the room to proclaim the news...
"Hey Grandpa," joked Veronica, staring up at Wolfwood. "Can I have my baby back?"
Wolfwood gave Millie back to her mom and walked into the bathroom, shutting the door behind him. He studied himself in the mirror, noticing a streak of grey that had recently formed in his black hair.
"I really am looking like a grandpa," muttered Wolfwood, turning on his heel and walking out of the bathroom, reaching into his pocket for his cigarettes and lighter.
"I'm going out for a smoke," he said, walking out of the room, down the corridor, and to the elevator, taking it down to the lobby and stepping outside of the hospital. He took his cigarette out of his pocket and lit up, resting his back against the wall of the hospital.
"Damnit Millie," cursed Wolfwood, puffing smoke out of his mouth, "why did you have to die? I swear to God I'm going to find your murderer. Why did you have to die?"
Wolfwood dropped to his knees in the pouring rain and let his cigarette fall to the ground.
"Why?!" he shouted, placing his head in his hands, violently sobbing. "Why now? Why did you have to take her from me, from us, now? I don't fucking understand? Why her? Answer me that question God. Why?"
A/N: I know, it's starting off rough, but it is going to get better, just give me a chance. This is my first fic after all . I'll prove this to be one of your favorites, I promise. By the way, I decided to do the memory part different in this chapter because the other way was just confusing. Enjoy!