I misplaced a document of the next chapter... I can't find it so here's another I found instead x)
Happy Reading! :)
Summary: Belle and Gaston's last child gets a very special name.
Number of years married: 23
Sons: 5
Daughters: 4
~:~ Darling child ~:~
Gaston sat on the first step of the porch and watched Belle. "What are we going to name her?" he asked. He held their final youngest, just three days old, in his arms. She was holding onto his finger tightly, her big eyes looking up curiously at him.
She shrugged briskly. "I haven't the faintest."
He studied her. "You alright?"
She shook her head. "I'm insanely tired. And I can list at least three aggravating things each of your children has done since this week began." And the week had begun four days ago.
He made a hum. "Including me?"
Belle let out a breath and sat beside him. "No, for once not including you. You've been a very cooperative husband since she was born." She rested her head on his shoulder and peeled back the layer of cloth to see her daughter's content face.
He straightened himself and squared his shoulders ostentatiously. "I've changed," he winked.
She set him a glare. "Now don't start," she scolded.
His chuckle in response to her glare slowly quieted. He reworded his question, "So, what shall we name her?"
"You can name her," was the reply he got. Nostalgia settled on her features. "You've named Julia, Agatha, Amelia, it's only fair that you name her as well."
Gaston was silent for a moment. His mouth curved upward. "I never noticed I named our daughters (the author also did not notice this). But I did notice you named our sons."
She snorted as if it were extremely obvious. "Well, that's because I didn't want to end up with a Gaston Jr., Gaston III, Gaston IV, Gaston V-"
"I get it, woman," he grumbled playfully. Then he added just as humorously, "Just glad I didn't end up with another Maurice-"
Belle gasped false-scandalously. "Gaston!"
He chuckled then looked down at their newborn. He shifted his arms and brushed his thumb against her head. "She's perfect, Belle," he said quietly and in awe.
She noticed it was the same awe that always filled him every time she had given him another child. She looped her arm through his and sat closer, resting her head on his bicep. "She is."
"Just like all of her sisters," he continued. Then he turned his head to Belle, pressing a kiss on her head. "Just like her mother."
Belle's face grew warm and she pulled back. She shook her head. "Don't start," she warned.
"It's true, my love," he grinned widely. "You are perfect in every way-"
She scoffed then grimaced as she heard the emphasis on 'every'. "I am not perfect. Not in every way. Not in any way! I gained the most with her," she sighed and rubbled her temple. "It's going to take much longer for me to lose it."
But Gaston couldn't see what she saw. His eyes filled with a deep hunger. "You look the same to me, my beauty. Breathtaking, mhmm, sexy, perfect! The same beautiful girl in the village." He softly traced the side of her face before pulling her chin and kissing her sweetly.
The baby between them made a squawk of disapproval.
Both chuckled. "You are beautiful too, my darling," he assured her. Then he was quiet for a moment as he thought of a name for their precious bundle. Not two minutes passed before he decided. "Elle."
Belle set him a curious look.
His lip twitched with mirth as he voiced his reason. "Because it reminds me of you-"
She narrowed her eyes as she did not fully trust whatever it was he was about to say.
"-my wife, my love who I never wish to be parted from.." He winked at her and licked his lips, grinning devilishly. ".. that and it was your fault we had another child."
"Me? My fault?" she puffed indignantly. She nudged at him. "Gaston- you were the one walking around without a shirt-"
He boomed with laughter. "Can't a man do that in his own house? Besides, it was your obsession with beards and my greying hair that did you in. I simply did nothing."
"But you enjoyed it as much as I did," she jabbed with a smile.
"That I did," he growled lovingly. He pulled her closer.
Elle made a content sound.
Belle rested her head on his shoulder and he on her head. "And we made her."
"Aye, we did." He smiled softly. His chest rumbled, "I love you, Belle."
Hormones still plagued her and she felt happy tears well up in her eyes. "I love you too, Gaston."
Oh, I remembered where I put the document I was looking for! when I was editing this one x) That'll be the next chapter :3
And this little piece was so *squee*worthy cute!
