Cecelia Elinor Jane was born on a cold, grey day in February. She was an endearing little thing, even from the moment she'd been laid in the queen's arms. She wasn't as long or as oddly-wise looking as Bran had been, or as delicate and frail as Delilah, or large and wailing as Rolf had been the moment he'd left the womb. She was just perfect.
Queen Celina pushed her sweaty hair back, staring down at the little babe looking back up at her. It had been a rather easy and fast birth (not like Delilah's very dramatic entrance when they thought she was a breech, or being over two weeks late with Rolf, laboring for days, and painfully pushing out a rather large baby). The girl stared up at her with grey eyes matching the sky outside the royal bedchamber's windows. She was very quiet, calmly looking up her mother's face.
Owen was immediately attached to her. He scooped the little baby up, cooing at his newest daughter's face. His face drew up into a grin, making Celina smile widely. Rolf was turning three in August, and she had to admit she missed having a baby, difficult as he had been. Even now, Cecelia laid in Owen's arms, she wanted her back.
"Shall we show the children?" Owen asked. "Delilah was overjoyed when she heard she had a sister."
Celina smiled, taking little Cecelia back into her arms, kissing her cheeks. Her eyes were beginning to close the way a newborn's eyes did, and Celina's heart gave a little sigh. As she had with all of her children, the attachment and bond was already so strong.
"Mama!"
She turned to see her other children; two year-old Rolf bouncing when he saw her. Bran held tightly to his hand, her eldest's face very long and serious. Delilah clutched at Owen's hand, pulling him forward to see the baby.
Rolf yanked his hand away from Bran toddling over to climb up beside Celina. Though their bed was quite high, Rolf had figured his way to climb atop it months ago, and quickly came to snuggle Celina's side. His brown eyes widened.
"Baby."
He was very gentle, something that surprised Celina. Normally her Rolf was very rambunctious, keeping his nurse on her toes. He tilted his head to look at Cecelia, who had opened her eyes again to look back at him.
"This is your new baby sister," Celina explained, shifting as Delilah delicately let her father set her up beside Rolf. Bran came to stand by the end of the bed, peering down at the newborn.
"It's a girl," Delilah said dreamily. "I'm so glad it's a girl. Oh, what if it was another Rolf?"
Rolf, who didn't notice that he was being insulted, reached out a chubby hand to touch Cecelia's face. He was entranced, making Celina's heart practically melt.
"What are we to call her?" Bran asked, his face still serious as he looked at his sister. "What is her name?"
Celina ran a hand over Bran's hair, smiling at her eldest son. Delilah was fussing at Rolf's hand, already so bossy at five, but Celina was much to happy and distracted to scold her for it.
"Cecelia Elinor Jane," Owen answered, coming to sit on the bed next to Delilah.
Rolf patted the baby's cheek. "Baby."
Celina curled her other arm around Rolf drawing him closer.
"Cecelia, Rolf. Say Cecelia."
"Celie," the two year-old announced.
"No, Rolf," Delilah said, clearly distressed because she didn't like that Rolf called her 'Lilah' instead of her full name. "Ce-ce-li-a."
Rolf scowled. "No, Lilah, no. Celie."
He paused, stroking his toddler hand over Cecelia's head. "Celie."
Celina laughed, kissing her son.
"Celie it is."
Anybody else feel like baby Rolf nicknamed his sisters?Should I write more oneshots on baby Glowers?
-geeky34
