The Romanoffs

Project Black Witch (3)

~~~~~~~~5 Weeks Later~~~~~~~~

Natalia POV.

The 40th week of being pregnant, and I'm sick of it. The ballet is harder, so I'm pretty sure I'm much better when I get back. I haven't fought a genuine person in ages, and I'm pretty sure I have ripped off every doll's head. I'm stronger now, in both my legs and arm's as I trained every single time. I'm more sharp in my eyesight. Now I could let go of the gun, spin around, catch the gun and shoot exactly perfect. I could throw up a knife and use my leg to throw it towards the opponent. I have gone deeper into the combat position, so now I could go down in one of the position in my sleep, and it would look like I was born like it. I'm faster, and my punches are more aimed. 
I was throwing knives when I felt it. My water broke. Shit. I pulled the button that Madame B. gave me in case of emergencies. A few seconds went, and I heard the door open.

"Natalia, I told you-" Madame B. started with a disappointed look. I couldn't care less about the No speaking rule right now. It hurt too much.

"My water broke." I interrupted her. She looked about to yell at me until she understood what I said.

"Doctor! Now!" Madame B. shouted out, and three men helped me into the surgery-room.

"Are you re-" Getty started,

"Shut the fuck up and help me!" I growled. I was really NOT in the mood for him right now. Getty gaped before stabbing me with the sleeping needle. All I knew was the fact that someone grabbed me and laid me down, some shouting, and then everything went dark.

~~~~~~~~Six Hours Later~~~~~~~~

I woke to the soft sound of beeping. I looked up. At the side it was a heart-monitor, and I had IV's in my arm. Then I remembered. The Baby. My stomach was smaller, but there was still a baby bump. The other baby. 

"Natalia." A doctor stood there with a beautiful baby in his arms. The baby had brown hair. 
"Here you go." the doctor laid the baby carefully into my arms. This was the most beautiful sight I had ever seen. This baby, my baby, was so freaking beautiful. I let my finger to stroke her cheek, and the little baby wrapped her hand around me.

"May I ask; What's her name?" The doctor asked, broken English, with a smile.
Name? I completely forgot about any names!
Maddie? No, too sweet.
Wera? No, it doesn't fit.
Cassandra? No, just no.
Sofie? No, again too sweet.
Terah? No, it was one girl I killed's name.
Eleanor? Nah, sounds weird on her.
Hella? No, no! it sound's too... Evil. Banka? Is that even a name?
Wana? too simple.
Wanda? No... or wait, Wanda, Wanda, Wanda... It's perfect!

"Wanda..." I started.
Middle name! SHIT.
I looked worried to the little bundle in my arms. Her fingers moved and a little light formed in her hands. Magic. She was a witch, after all. The little light was scarlet. Beautiful scarlet. 
"... Wanda Marya Romanova." I continued, proud of myself, the first name I said, and it tasted right on my tongue.

"Beautiful. I'll let you have some Mother, Daughter time." She said, nodding, leaving.

"Здравствуй, малышка. Разве ты не красивая девочка? А? Тебе нравится твое имя? Ванда Марья Романова. Ты ведьма. Моя маленькая ведьма.
Мы с тобой останемся наедине еще немного, пока не придет твой брат или сестра. Как насчет этого?
Мне очень жаль, что ты родился в этом. Вы заслуживаете красивой жизни ... с отцом ... с мамой, которая не является монстром..."
(Hello, little one. Aren't you a beautiful girl? Huh? How do you like your name? Wanda Marya Romanova. You are a little witch. My little witch.
You and I will be alone for a little while longer until your brother or sister comes. How about that?
I'm sorry, so, so sorry you were born into this. You deserve to have a beautiful life... with a dad... a mom who isn't a monster...) I broke down crying. The little girl looked at me, she looked me in my eyes. Her eyes began glowing scarlet red. And happiness overflowed me, for the first time in years.
"Мне очень жаль, мой фокусник."(I'm sorry, my magician.) I apologized, kissing my daughter's cheek, causing her to giggle.