Love Lasts Forever

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Charlie and I are lying in bed, cuddling. I'm 9 months pregnant with our first child, a girl, and I can feel her kicking inside me. I nuzzle closer to Charlie, feeling his warmth and love surrounding me.

Suddenly, I feel a sharp pain in my lower abdomen. I gasp and sit up, clutching my stomach. "Charlie," I say, my voice shaking. "I think I'm in labor."

Charlie's eyes snap open and he sits up, looking at me with concern. "Are you sure, baby?" he asks, reaching out to touch my belly.

I nod, gritting my teeth as another contraction hits. "Yes, I'm sure," I say through gritted teeth. "Wake up, Charlie. We have to go to the hospital."

Charlie jumps out of bed and starts getting dressed. I watch him for a moment, feeling a pang of frustration. I've been wanting cuddles and attention all day, thanks to the hormones coursing through my body, and now that I actually need him, he's focused on getting ready to go to the hospital.

"Charlie," I say, my voice sharp. "Can you hurry up? I'm in labor here."

Charlie looks at me apologetically. "I'm sorry, baby. I'm almost ready."

I huff and turn away, annoyed. I can't believe he's sleeping through my labor. I start hitting him with a pillow, letting out all my frustration. "Wake up, Charlie. Wake up!"

Finally, Charlie is ready and we rush to the hospital. The car ride is a blur of pain and discomfort. I can feel myself getting more and more anxious with each contraction.

When we arrive at the hospital, the nurses quickly get me settled into a room and start monitoring my contractions. I'm already 5 centimeters dilated, and the labor is progressing quickly.

Charlie's mom, Amy, and his twin sister, Cecily, are in the room with us. Amy is freaking out, but she's doing her best to keep me calm. Cecily is trying to keep Harper calm, but I can tell she's just as worried as Amy.

The next few hours are a blur of pain and exhaustion. I curse and scream with each contraction. Charlie is by my side the whole time, holding my hand and whispering words of encouragement.

Finally, after what feels like an eternity, I'm fully dilated. The doctor tells me it's time to push. I take a deep breath and bear down, pushing with all my might. After what feels like hours, I hear the sweetest sound in the world: the cry of our baby girl.

The doctor hands her to me, and I burst into tears. I can't believe she's finally here. I look at Charlie and see the same tears in his eyes.

We name her Demi Rose Agreste. It's a name that means a lot to us, and I know it's the perfect name for our little girl.

As I hold her in my arms, I'm overwhelmed with love. I look at Charlie and say, "I'm so glad you were here for this, baby."

He smiles and wraps his arms around us. "I wouldn't have missed it for the world."

The next few days are a whirlwind of visitors, feedings, and diaper changes. But through it all, I'm grateful to have Charlie by my side. He's been my rock throughout this whole pregnancy, and I know he'll be an amazing father.

I realize now that I was being a bit of a bitch thanks to the hormones, but Charlie didn't hold it against me. He knows I'm going through a lot right now, and he's been patient and understanding.

I'm so grateful for him, and for our beautiful daughter, Demi Rose. I know the future holds many challenges, but I'm ready to face them with Charlie by my side.