We Had the Right Kind of Love // L.S.

Chapter 24. Christmas

(quick note before you continue, names have been changed since the prologue but I can't change them on Wattpad without deleting the comments under those paragraphs)

One year later...

"You're doing great Diana, keep breathing," the nurse says, keeping on hand under the sheet as Diana cries out loud, her middle contracting and her eyes squeezed shut in concentration.

"It's ok baby," I murmur, stroking her sweat-soaked hair and biting my lip anxiously, "I love you; you're doing so well."

Diana lets out another scream which makes chills travel through my veins. It's discomforting to see her in such a state, but the nurse had assured me that Diana was doing perfectly so far which had calmed my nerves slightly.

The lady in pink scrubs nods approvingly, "Good, we see the head. Keep pushing through, you're so strong." Her voice is calm and soothing yet encouraging.

I curl my toes in my shoes as Diana's ragged breaths increase. She grips my hand even tighter, throwing her head back and looking so beautiful it takes my breath away for a split second. I can almost feel the love for her flowing out of my chest and setting every sense alive.

It feels like that part of the movie where everything starts to fall into place.

Six months ago we had unpacked the last moving box into our small two-bedroom house a couple minutes away from my childhood home. It had been an easy decision once Diana found a job in the area and I could work from home with Mr. Jacobs.

While I was still working on my book about Harry, I wrote a shorter manuscript to give to him in the present time, telling him that I had another project in the works but needed more time to complete it. My first printed novel had been doing plenty fine on its own and was already sparking readers' anticipation for this so-called next new book that was supposed to come out in the next few years.

With Mom nearby, Diana settling into her new workplace, before she went on maternity leave, I was finally able to let my shoulders down and really see my future come together.

"One more push, you're doing amazing," the nurse says and with that, Diana lets out one more moan and I see two small feet in the hands of the nurse.

That was the day our first baby girl, Rebecca Ryland Tomlinson, was born.

**

"Louis come quick!" I hear Diana call from the living room

"What?" I reply, getting up from my desk and walking down to the living room where Diana's been hanging out with Becca all day.

"I think she's going to do it think time," Diana says earnestly, tucking a slip of loose hair behind her ear and smiling. "She's been thinking about it all day."

This was probably the twelfth time Diana had called me away from my work, swearing Becca was going to take her first step. Though it did interrupt my train of thought, I knew I would regret not seeing Becca's first steps more than extending Mr. Jacob's deadlines.

I lean against the doorframe and cross my arms as my one-year-old daughter claps her small hands together and giggles now that she sees me. It wasn't until I became a parent that I realized how important and life-changing it was to have another human depend on and look up to you as much as she did.

"I don't know babe," I tut, shaking my head as Becca stares blankly up at me with her intense brown hazel eyes. "She doesn't look like she knows what she's doing."

"Shush," Diana says, waving me off and holding up the stuffed monkey that she purchased in San Francisco during our honeymoon which had now become one of Becca's favorite stuffies, "She's probably just nervous now that she has an audience."