The next few months passed quickly. I had gotten into a happily monotonous cycle. Mikey would go to work and I would work my hardest to fix up the small room for the baby. Mikey and I had occasional spats about small things, lovingly of course, like the colour of the room or crib or even the name of the baby. We chose the name I wanted in the end.
Analia. Hebrew for Grace and favour a name I saw fitting.
We seemed like The perfect family for a little while even if it wouldn't last.

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The hardest part of it all was giving birth. They say that once you look at your baby you forget about the pain but that is bullshit. After spending a good 10 hours in labor I wasn't going to just forget my vagina being ripped open. It hurt and Mikey was the only one with me. Gerard, Robin, and Frank couldn't come in with me, clearly. Mikey thought that he could lighten the mood with jokes and I don't think I've ever properly been as irritated as I was giving birth truth be told. But I held my baby girl tight and even though I was still in pain and irritated I looked at my baby and was a little bit happier. I kissed the small head cradling her and holding Mikeys hand tight.
" Hey there little Analia, I'm your mommy and this is daddy. He loves you a lot, I'm a bit on the fence for now but you have mommy's eyes so you're a bit cute" I smiled kissing her head. I let go of Mikeys hand and held onto her small hand making her let out a small sound.

Notes

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