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The Girl With Blessings

~May~

I don't necessarily believe in a specific God or anything, nor am I very religious. But the second Marla was born, I knew I was a Girl With Blessings. I can not believe in God and still be blessed, right?

I watched as Liam straightened up his posture for his daughter.

"She's perfect," is all he could muster up to say.

"She gets it from you.", I told him.

"I believe that it's the other way around, May," he winked.

"Now, now. This is about Marla," I took the attention off of myself.

The pain of childbirth is unforgettable. But, the feeling of her finally greeting the world with her cry certainly isn't forgettable either. It was one of the most joyous moments of my life. Liam couldn't speak for hours. He was over the moon. He has been there a lot lately.

I gave in and handed him the fragile newborn.

"She looks just like you,"  his voice quivered with happiness.

"I look like a newborn baby?", I joked.

He gave me a good-natured glare. "You know what I mean, May!"

I grinned as he turned his attention back to the gentle, tender child.

I gave them their moment together. I loved seeing Liam so happy. It made me feel a particular emotion I cant describe. Happiness for him? I couldn't tell.

"Precious.", I heard him breath out as he planted the most delicate kiss onto her tiny forehead. I could've sworn that I saw a little grin spread Marla's lips out.

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~Jules~

I woke up from a deep sleep. I remember May coming into my room in the middle of the night to let me know that she was going to have her baby. I wanted to be there for her, but she wanted me to rest since I hadn't rested all week. God, she's too sweet for her own good. Or maybe she didn't want me there? It wouldn't offend me if she didn't. I just attempted murder the day prior to all of this. Who wants a murderer in their delivery room? I know that I wouldn't. But there would be anyways if I were to have a child. I have to be present to birth a child.

I groaned at the thought of this and slammed my head back into the soft pillow.

What all happened yesterday was a blur. I felt hungover even though I don't know what that feels like. I've never even touched alcohol or gave it a second thought.

Until now.

I wasn't going to let myself get drunk in my best friend's home while she was out. That would've make me even worse than I already was. I was already a murderer, and I was mooching off of May and Liam. What was I doing with my life?

I allowed myself to stray from these thoughts after nearly drowning myself in them. I scraped my mind for anything to think of but this.

Aziel.

The fact that this was all I could find was bewildering to me. Oh, well. That's all right. I let myself go into deep thought about this boy— no, man— until I had nothing left to think of him. By this time, it was late afternoon. I remember waking up any time around ten in the morning.

Goodness, I'm pathetic.

But it's what I love, isn't it?

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Hello loves! I'm so sorry about the short and boring chapter! I promise that the story will start to climax in the next few chapters. I hope to see you in the next chapter! Happy reading~!

•- averslxo

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