Ten long hours of hard, excruciating labor was what it took to bring our daughter into the world. I screamed every foul word in the book at the doctor and threatened to kill the nurse who brought the epidural too late. Poor Alastor stood by my side, pale as a ghost. He could handle gutting Hell's worst of the worst but that was nothing compared to this.
"I swear to god, I'm going to rip that bitch's heart out and shove it up her throat." I hissed between contractions. I was really hoping for an epidural. Alastor just held my hand, completely speechless. I was about to launch into a tirade about how I would rip her spine out and strangle her with it, but another contraction gripped me. Alastor winced as I unintentionally attempted to crush his hand.
"One more good push." The doctor between my legs said encouragingly. I swear, if he didn't wipe that stupid fucking smile off his face, I would kick him in the teeth. I pushed with everything I had, praying I didn't crap on the table.
All of a sudden, I heard the cry of a baby. Panting and exhausted, I watched as the doctor held up my baby girl and cut the umbilical cord.
"It's a girl!" He announced, handing her to a nurse to be washed up. Alastor and I looked at each other, the reality of all this settling in. Our baby girl. Our daughter.
I flopped back onto the flimsy hospital pillows, relieved and sore. It felt like I had just pushed a house out of my vagina, attached garage and all.
A few minutes later, the nurse returned with our daughter, wrapped up in a pink blanket. She smiled as she placed the little bundle in my arms. Alastor and I peered at our daughter. She had (H/C) hair, with little wolf ears like mine. Then she opened her eyes. Red eyes just like Alastor. I heard his gasp of delight over my shoulder.
"Do you want to hold her?" I asked, turning my gaze up at him. My eyes were filled with tears of happiness and exhaustion. Wordlessly, he reached out and carefully took her.
A change seemed to settle over him as he held her. I could tell she instantly had him wrapped around her little finger. It was the best thing I had ever witnessed, alive or dead.
"She's a Scarlet." He whispered so only I could hear.
"Scarlett." I repeated, letting the name roll off my tongue. It fit her perfectly. Our little Scarlett. We smiled at each other, finally agreeing on a name.
Alastor turned his gaze back on our daughter, murmuring, "Welcome to Hell, Scarlett."
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