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Summary: Brannah Bright muses on where the chances he took led him. Bright & Hannah with minor Ephram & Amy. Future fic-Bright and Hannah already married and expecting.
Author's Note: Sorry for the long delay; life got the best of me. Thanks so much for the kind words and encouragement.
Chapter Five:
Born a squealing and wrinkly mess, the newest in the Abbot and adopted Brown clan had quieted down, as soon as her mother had taken her into her arms and some time later, fed her. This peace however, was going to be short lived if Bright kept at it the way he was.
"Bright Abbot if you do not stop that this instant, I ban you to couch for a month," Hannah spoke, trying to get her husband to stop his antics.
Ever since Hannah announced she was pregnant, Bright was entranced with the idea of a baby, more specifically a baby girl. A baby girl, who would only wear pink and be his princess, for him to love and spoil, just like her "momma princess" was. This however, prompted a wave of over protectiveness that started when Hannah was early on in her stages of pregnancy; this meant, of course, no heavy lifting, no stairs unless they couldn't be avoided and other overall nonsense, that Hannah obeyed, not wanting to upset her husband. She did, however, draw the line at constant bed rest. Yes, she did get tired easily, especially towards the final months in her pregnancy, but she was neither an invalid nor incapable of regular human functions. Bright Abbot refused to see it that way.
Of course, his over protectiveness now included their hour old daughter. He had come back from informing the family that a healthy, seven pound, seven ounce, twenty inch baby girl had been born, name to be yet announced, and immediately clamored to the baby resting in her bassinet, who was asleep from her feeding. From there on, he proceeded to peer into the bassinet, looking quite as if he didn't believe the baby was real. Hannah was going to tell him the pain she just endured surely produced a child, but Bright was coming to terms on his own. As if he was afraid, he gently lowered his hand into the bassinet and continued to reach for his daughter; it was different when she was just born, as he was too caught up in his euphoria to realize that he now had another person who would depend on him.
With a few touches to the head and strokes of the cheek, Bright gained confidence and began to freely touch his daughter, fully aware that she was finally here and certainly real. It was when he realized this that he had begun to annoy Hannah, for he would not stop counting her ten baby fingers and toes.
Every so often, Hannah would hear the counting of numbers, murmured under his breath and when she turned to look, she saw that her daughter was gently squirming under the added presence of her father's hands at her hands and feet.
"I just want to make sure she's as perfect as she seems," he replied, counting for himself one last time. Afraid that his wife would ban him from his marital bed, Bright quickly finished up with a kiss to their daughter's head and headed for his wife's bed.
Lying down on the bed beside her, he discretely glanced into the bassinet to make sure his daughter was still okay. He wasn't that discrete, as Hannah noticed; nonetheless, her heart swelled as she realized how lucky she was to have Bright Abbot for her husband.
"You know I never got to thank you," he spoke up.
"Thank me," she questioned.
"Yeah, for her. And for not giving up on me and marrying me and making me the happiest man on this Earth."
Blaming her hormones, Hannah let her tears roll, snuggling into the arms of her husband.
As she calmed herself down, they heard a knock on the door, followed by the head of Rose and Harold, the rest of the family behind them.
"Oh sweetheart, congratulations," said Rose, coming forward to kiss both Bright and Hannah.
Murmurs of the same sentiment floated around the room and as if she sensed people were speaking of her, the tiny newborn let of a wail of protest.
Before Hannah could get up, Bright leapt out of the bed and was at his daughter's bassinet, picking her up and consoling her. Bringing her back to the bed, he calmed her and presented her to her extended family.
The tiny newborn had her eyes closed, but so far, looked to be the mirror image of her mother; the only thing she had inherited from Bright, so far was her dark blonde hair. She had curly hair, eyes which had yet to be opened and Hannah's nose, mouth, chin and complexion and Bright was completely in love with her.
Gathering around Hannah's bed, the family was waiting for further introduction.
"Everybody, we would like for you all to meet Emily Rose Michelle Abbot," spoke Hannah.
"Rose for my mom and Michelle for Hannah's mom," added Bright.
"Oh sweethearts, you didn't have to do that for us," Mrs. Rogers spoke, for both Rose and herself.
"Yes, but thank you; we are honored," continued Rose.
After introductions were made, the family left promising to visit later in the week, once the newly formed family was settled in.
All the flutter of activity was quite the event for Emily, as she soon fell asleep once again, leaving her parents to lay in bed, quite content with the turn of their lives.
Author's Notes: This can or cannot be finished. Let me know. I can add in some scenes with Bright and Hannah and the baby or leave it as it is. Thanks again for sticking by with me.