Chapter Fifty-Three: Bella
May 28, 2023
Cambridge, England
Childbirth sucks ass.
No, it's worse than sucking ass. At least sucking ass, someone is getting something out of it.
Childbirth is…
Well honestly, I can't think of something worse.
It's not worth it. My body is fucking fatigued, and I just know my pussy is never going to be the same.
But then I look up from where I've basically just turned my body inside out, and I see the stupidest smile on Edward's face. He picks up the tiniest little bundle I've ever seen, and my heart explodes into a million pieces.
When he steps to me and places our daughter in my arms, everything is suddenly worth it.
What the fuck kind of magic is that?
"Meet our Duckling," Edward whispers, sitting on the bed next to me. She's tiny, with a squishy little face and long lashes that make up for her mostly bald little head.
God, she's gorgeous.
I'm turning into such a fucking sap. "Oh god," I sob, my voice breaking. "Edward, what the fuck were we thinking?"
I look up at him to see him look startled and concerned.
"She's too fucking perfect," I whisper. "We're going to fuck her up so badly."
He lets out a tense laugh and leans over, kissing my shoulder.
"We're not going to fuck her up."
I gaze down at the smallest human being I've ever fucking seen in my life, and I honest to god can't believe that this shit is even real.
"We really made her?" I ask, not taking my eyes off her face.
"Yeah, we really did."
I feel him kiss my shoulder again and my eyes tear up again.
"How long until you think I can teach her how to prank?"
Edward lets out a loud laugh, his head falling to my shoulder as I grin and gaze down at our daughter. Her eyes are closed as she turns to nuzzle into me. My heart skips a fucking beat.
"I'm sure she'll be getting in trouble in no time," Edward sighs. I grin.
My fingers come up, stroking her silky little cheek. "Oh shit," I hiss, turning to Edward. He looks at me in surprise.
"What's wrong?"
"Edward, we fucked up," I groan. He looks worried, and I turn back to Spawn. "We were supposed to fly back to the states before she was born. She can never be president now."
Edward laughs, flopping back on the bed beside me.
"Fucking hell, I love you."
I grin at him over my shoulder, then turn my attention back to Spawn.
My daughter.
My stomach flutters and I let out a little breath.
"Hi, baby," I whisper, my throat tight. "It was a bitch to get you here, so be a pal and don't be a dick, okay?"
"Bella," Edward chokes.
I ignore him. "They won't let me name you Spawn," I say, shooting Edward a glare, which he ignores. "So I guess we'll have to come up with something decent." I lean toward her as her little face moves in the direction of my voice. "But not too decent," I whisper. I press a kiss to her tiny face and the smell of her makes me want to burst into tears.
"Hey," I say, glancing back at Edward. "What if we name her Corona?"
