The Love Life of Victor Frankenstein

Happy Ending

Over time, Victor and Elsa seemed to be busier than ever, preparing the house for the soon-to-be newcomer to their home. During this time, Peter would learn everything he needed to know about being a good brother and he often asked Elsa when the baby would be coming; her usual response was 'Soon, sweetie. Soon.'

It was Christmas Day and Elsa was due in a matter of months; Peter, now four years old, was more excited than ever before. That night after dinner, she just finished reading her son a bedtime story when he asked her,

"Mommy? Are you okay? How's the baby? Is it not very cramped in your tummy?"

"Don't worry sweetie, I'm sure the baby is fine." Elsa replied as she put tenderly a hand on Peter's head and gently pulled him into his embrace, pressing her son to her belly.

Peter smiled and rubbed his mother's round, taut stomach with his tiny hand until he felt something move; he gasped in surprise.

"Oh! What was that?" He asked.

"It's okay, honey. It was only your little brother or sister, that's all." Elsa replied with a giggle. "I guess it wants to meet its big brother as fast as possible."

"I want to meet it too. I wish we could meet it today."

"Everything takes time, sweetie...''

"Hey, you two." Victor said as he entered the room and sat down on the bed. "What are you doing?"

"Just talking about the baby." Elsa replied.

"The baby is moving, daddy! Here, feel!" Peter said as he grabbed his father's hand and placed it on Elsa's belly.

Victor smiled as his unborn child moved and shifted; he looked over at his son who was curiously resting his ear on his mother's tummy.

"Son? We know you're excited about the new baby, but you need to remember something. Your mother and I are going to spend a lot of time with the baby."

"Yeah, I know."

"But... you must also know that just because there's going to be a new baby here doesn't mean that you're any less important to us. We'll always love you no matter what."

"You will?"

"Always and forever."

The small family hugged each other tightly before Peter let out a yawn.

"Awww, looks like someone needs a trip to Dreamland." Elsa joked as she tucked her son into bed and gave him a kiss on the head. "Goodnight, honey."

"Goodnight, mommy. Goodnight, daddy." Peter said before he fell fast asleep.

Victor and Elsa smiled, shut off the lights, and exited the room, quietly closing the door behind them. The couple then went to their own room to get ready for bed.

"Hey, Els? Look what I found." Victor said as he held up a few pieces of paper stapled together.

"What's this?" Elsa asked, taking the packet in her hands.

"A list of names for the new baby; both boy and girl. And judging by the messy handwriting in crayon, I'm guessing Peter put this together himself."

Elsa laughed as she read the list to herself; she laid down in bed as her husband sat beside her.

"Where did Peter find all of these?"

"I found a book full of names when I discovered this packet. He must've been reading through it while he was making this."

"This is so cute! ...And these names he found are all... really good. Do you think Peter would like it if we picked one of these names for the baby?"

"I'm sure he'd love that. Let's see what we have here."

After reading through the entire list, Victor and Elsa finally decided on perfect names for the baby; one if it was a boy and one if it was a girl.

"I think it's perfect." Victor lamented as he and his wife snuggled under the covers.

"Me too. What do you think, baby?" Elsa asked as she looked down at her round belly. "Do you like those names?"

A firm kick was the response; Elsa giggled as Victor put a hand on her stomach.

"Nice to see you agree."

"Goodnight, Els." Victor said as he kissed his wife goodnight.

"Goodnight, Vic." Elsa said, kissing her husband back.

She shut off the lights and they slowly drifted to sleep.

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As the weeks passed, it began to grow warmer; spring was finally in the air and Peter couldn't wait to meet his new little sibling. One day, Peter came home from school only to see Edward and Susan waiting for him; the house was devoid of his parents.

"Grandma? Grandpa? What's going on? Where are mommy and daddy?" He asked, worriedly looking around the room.

"At the hospital." Edward told him. "Your mommy is having the baby as we speak."

"Really?!" Peter gasped.

"Yes, honey." Susan nodded. "The little one started wanting out not long after lunch. Our job was to wait until you got home, then bring you to the hospital."

"So let's go!" Edward declared,

"Okay." Peter nodded as Edward picked him up and led him back outside; Susan followed close behind.

By the time the three of them arrived at the hospital, Victor and Elsa were still in their room. Peter anxiously waited for the results right outside the door, pacing the floor as he did so.

'I hope everything's alright in there; I hope mommy's okay.' He thought.

Susan put a hand on her grandson's shoulder.

"Peter, honey; don't worry." She said. "Your mommy is going to be okay. If I know her, she's strong and she'll be just fine."

"You think so, grandma?" Peter looked up at his grandmother.

"I know so." They shared a hug.

That was when the door to the room opened and Victor's head poked out; he looked tired.

"Peter? You can come in now." He whispered with a smile.

Peter took his father's hand and followed him into the room where his mother rested; Edward and Susan nodded at him before the door closed. Peter looked and he saw an exhausted, disheveled Elsa... and she held a tiny baby in her arms; it was a girl. She had big dark eyes, fair skin, and black hair, just like him. Peter's eyes were wide with wonder as Victor gently picked him up to give him a better look. He stared at the bundle in Elsa's arms; she was so small, so quiet, so innocent and sweet.

"Peter, say hello to your new little sister." Elsa whispered.

'Little sister?' The small boy thought.

"Hi. I'm Peter, your big brother." Peter murmured to the baby, clinging onto the hospital bed frame.

"What do you think, kiddo?" Victor asked.

"...She's perfect." Peter turned to face his mother. "What's her name, mommy?"

"Her name is Moira; Moira Juliet Frankenstein." Elsa replied softly, giving her son a tired smile.

Peter looked up at his parents, then at his baby sister; he realized that they decided to use the names he picked out. He smiled as little Moira reached out and grasped his finger with her little hand. Peter giggled and smiled; he now had a new little playmate, and he made a promise to always be there for Moira, protect her, and love her no matter what.

Victor and Elsa smiled as they looked at their children; they knew things at home would never be the same, but that was okay. As long as they were all together, they could do anything.