Jessica: I love... it so... much. It is cool!Do it on t.v. next time!

Atemu: Thankz, though I don't think I can put it on tv. I wish I could because I would play the voice of the baby.

Vivian: Great work! this is a wonderful story, hmm...sounds like stella's doesn't want a sister/brother or something. vivian.

Atemu: Not to be mean, in any way but what give u that clue. I'm sorry. I have not been happy for a few months now so reading you're re-view has cheek me up a better.

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Atemu: Summary up last chapter. Stella's dad find out that His wife is going to have another baby and Stella is very unhappy about this... Let see what happen next!

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"Looks like Friday the 27 is going to be your lucky day, Queen Ella," the obstetrician announced cheerfully as he entered the hospital room.

Ella, who was feeling pretty calm from the epidural anesthetic, smiled while her husband clutched her hand nervously. He was still adjusting to the idea of being in the same room during the baby's birth. When his first daughter Stella had been born, all he had to do then was just sit in the waiting room until the nurse came out to announce that the baby had arrived.

"Would you like to cut the umbilical cord when the baby arrives, King Ilya?" The obstetrician waved a pair of scissors in his direction.

"Uh, no, that's all right," he said anxiously. Things certainly had changed a lot in the past forty years.

The doctor stationed himself at the foot of the bed. "All right, Queen Ella. I want you to push as hard as you can. Let's see if we can get this baby out here."

Ella tried pushing as hard as she could even though she couldn't feel the lower half of her body.

"Great. You're doing fine. There's the head." The doctor looked up with a grin. "Was your hair light at one time, my king?"

King Ilya said nothing. He was too busy trying to concentrate on not doing something embarrassing like passing out in the middle of the delivery. Even though he had attended several Pokémon births, this was unlike anything he had ever witnessed before.

"One more push, Queen Ella," the doctor coaxed. Ella willingly obeyed.

The doctor held up the crying, squirming baby. "Congratulations, it's a girl!"

At the first glimpse of his daughter, Ilya screwed up his face. "Is she supposed to look like that, all red and wrinkled?"

Ella giggled tiredly. "Ilya, that's exactly how Stella looked when she was born." She fixed her eyes on her newborn daughter. "Isn't she beautiful?"

"I think you'll see a difference when we get her cleaned up, King Ilya," the nurse said as she took the baby.

King Ilya then realized that he probably should say something nice to atone for his previous comment on the baby's appearance. "Well, it looks like Friday the 27 is our lucky day, after all."

"Actually," Ella nodded her head in the direction of the clock on the wall, which read six minutes after midnight. "It September 28th."

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Later that evening, he watched in fascination as Ella held their sleeping daughter in her arms. The nurse had been right; the baby did look much better after having had a bath.

"Why don't you hold her, Ilya?" Ella held the baby out to him.

"I? Me? I don't really know…how?"

"It's very simple. All you have to do is to remember to support her head like this. Now you try it." She handed him the baby.

He awkwardly took the baby, afraid that he might drop her. He couldn't remember ever holding Stella when she was this little. The baby opened her eyes and regarded her father for the first time. His heart melted at the sight of his daughter's big blue eyes…eyes that looked just like his wife's.

"See, she likes you," Ella said reassuringly.

He tenderly kissed the baby's forehead. "Welcome to the world, Princess Mana, Of Veuns & Mars."