Spain held his brand new daughter in his arms, and smiled brightly. Her eyes, as green as emeralds sparkled when she looked up at Spain, which made his heart melt from the inside out; her hair dark and auburn, with a small curl which stuck up from the rest of the little hair she had. Spain looked over and Romano in the hospital bed, who was sleeping soundly during the recovery of the birth of their daughter. Spain walked around the room, gently bouncing his fragile daughter in his arms. Camila gurgled happily and looked up at Spain. Camila looked around and towards Romano.
"That's your father," Spain said. "It's Lovino." Camila just looked up at Spain with her big green eyes, and babbled happily.
"Ughhh… Fuck." Spain sighed with irritation and Romano opened one eye.
"You need to watch your language Lovi, I'm holding a baby." Spain said, glaring at Romano.
"You're not married to me, you can't tell me shit." Romano muttered. "Can I hold Camila?" Romano asked. He had sat up and looked over at Spain.
"About what you just said Lovino…" Spain walked over and gave Camila to Romano before pulling something out of his pocket. Romano hadn't noticed and was holding Camila close to his chest.
"Ti amo cosi tanto Camila. What were you saying tomato bastard?" Romano looked up to see that Spain had gotten down on one of his knees, holding a small red box in his hand. "What the hell are you doing?"
"What I should have done nine months ago, mi amante de tomate." Spain said, laughing lightly at Romano's expression, which was completely shocked. "Lovi, I love you more than anything, and I want you to be with me at every moment. Lovino Vargas, will you marry me?" Spain looked hopeful and smiled up at Romano.
"Why do you want to marry me? I'm not fucking perfect. I don't even see why you would want to." Romano looked down at his daughter and let her hand slip around his pinky finger, which it couldn't really fit around.
"Lovi, as I said, you should know that I love you, and I can't stand to not be with you. I know that you may hate me, but I guess I can try after what I've done to you. Please Lovi, will you marry me?" Spain stood up and looked over at Romano. "Ti amo Antonio, I will marry you. Fuck…" Tears welled in Romano's eyes, and he blinked them away. Spain smiled brightly before leaning forward and kissing Romano firmly on the lips. Romano blinked rapidly and kissed Spain back before pulling away. Camila gurgled and looked over at Spain. Spain smiled and looked over at Camila.
"She's so beautiful." Spain whispered. Romano nodded and looked down at Camila. Camila still looked up with a bubbly expression at her parents, which made them burst into laughter. "What a face." Spain sat in the chair that he had put by the bed to be closer to Romano while he slept. Camila blinked quickly, as if she was already fighting herself to stay awake to observe these people that were always with her. Romano crooned quietly in Italian to Camila, who at once, seemed to collapse into sleep. Romano smiled. He had been smiling quite a bit more then Spain had ever seen him in his lifetime, which made his Spanish heart melt. Romano cradled Camila in his arms, humming a gentle song in Italian. Spain, yet again, pressed his lips to Romano's which made his singing cease, and they were swept into a heavenly kiss.
I love this chapter. I really do. I think it's one of my favorites. Anyways, there will be one more chapter after this, and then I will be making another story of them raising Camila, and I have no idea what it would be called. Any ideas out there? Thank you so much for reading this, it means quite a bit to me.