Latest installment in For Her, sequel to Protect Her, Love Her, Hold Her, Keep Her, From Her, and With Her. Whew! In this story, Quil and Claire's first child is born. They face the ordinary travails of parenting, along with some special dilemnas.
Largely fluff. no forseeable evil conflicts of doom... but don't worry, there will be plenty in the next tale! this is the series that never ends. 100 reviews, people. or the sequel doesn't go up. or get written. and we don't want that.
2. Chapter 2
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“What shall we call your lovely soon, Mrs. Ateara?”
“Dr. Ateara,” I corrected. She had worked hard for that title. She deserved it.
Claire groaned and rolled her eyes at me. “Let me talk about it with my rude and disrespectful husband, Dr. Gerandy.”
I knew it was the norm to think about this at least a little before the kid was actually born. But I hadn’t really. I’d been thinking of only one thing, whether or not Claire would be safe. To my shame, I admitted to myself, I hadn’t much hoped my baby would be born alive.
But to make up for that disgraceful fact, let’s look at my reasoning. This is my life so far. First, I turn into a werewolf. Then I fall in love with a two year old. This two year old is then taken out of my life which causes me immense suffering. To put the cherry on the ice cream, during this excruciating period of separation she was all along being brutally abused by her creepy father.
I spent years regaining her trust and killing vampires. Then I moved away from everything I knew, worked four jobs, and got my heart well and thoroughly broken. My marriage proposal was turned down. When she finally accepted, our first two children died on the floor of Emily’s kitchen on Mother’s Day.
Looking at the pattern of past events, pessimism might be a good life outlook for me. Honestly…
Claire grinned at me. “I’ve got a name. If you don’t mind?”
“Of course not.” I was physically incapable of arguing with her. Surely she’d figured that out by now… Claire always got her way.
“Put on the birth certificate Quil Ethan Ateara.”
I started to stutter some kind of protest. It seemed strange, that she would be trying to name our child for me. Odd. Unexpected. An honor… an honor I didn’t deserve.
“It’s traditional, Quil. Your dad, your grandpa, your great-grandpa… hundreds of Atearas for hundreds of years have been named Quil!”
“And hundreds of Atearas for hundreds of years have been cruelly taunted for that name,” I muttered.
“Oh, poor Quil. Well, get over it. I want to name my baby after the most important person in my life. That’s you, and it has been for a quarter of a century. So suck it up, sweetheart.”
She finished with a smile. The baby chuckled in her arms, and I couldn’t help but grin and take them both in for a hug. They were crushed in my enormous embrace.
“Quil Ateara Jr., welcome to the family,” I said with a giggle.
Dr. Gerandy wrote down the name. He looked kindly at us. “It’s a good name, son. Served your family for years. Gonna serve this little one too, unless I’m much mistaken.”
Claire met his gaze. “I hope so.”
“Yeah, I think it will.”
“Cause our luck can’t get any worse, Claire.”
She reflected on the same list of past woes as I had and laughed. “True.”
Then she lifted our child and we walked out of the hospital together.
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