DAMIEN: Book 2 of The De Luca Brothers Series [COMPLETED]

EPILOGUE:

"Damien fucking De Luca, get your stupid ass here right now!" I scream in the suite of the mansion as I stagger and hold onto the side of the kitchen counter top for support. Ah yes, why am I suddenly pissed off? Well, it might be because my water just broke. Whilst some mother's would be ecstatic and prepare to leave with their duffel bags, with their super organised overnight stay at the hospital, it's of course different for me. Different because my 'hospital' is downstairs. I take a deep breath and exhale slowly like in those pregnancy films that they have advice about going into labour- although when a jolt of pain hits you hard, you forget those stupid films and scream.

So that's what I did. I cry out as Zachary rushes out of his bedroom with wide eyes but excitement on his feature. I send a harsh glare at his chirpiness; he catches on and instantly puts on a faux serious expression before taking me by the elbow and guiding me to the settee.

Toro walks out of his room on the phone to probably the doctor or Damien. Zachary takes me by the hands and calmly squeezes them before offering me a small smile, "Focus on your breathing. In. 1, 2, 3... out. In. 1, 2, 3... out. In—"

"I swear to fucking Christ, Zac if you tell me how to breathe one more time I'll shoot you," I growl just as another wave hits and I muffle it with his hands. He brushes off my empty threat before pushing back my hair with his hand and tying it up in a loose messy bun. "You've got this sweetheart. Just think about the baby, how she'll be drop dead gorgeous just like her mother."

"Not like Damien," I grunt. "He's ugly. So fucking ugly. Like how was I even interested in him? He's so ugly, like I find Santa Clause more attract— ah!"

He hushes me like a baby and it kind of pisses me off, so I clench my teeth together and tighten my grip on his hand. He tries to play it off as if he doesn't hurt, "Chlo? Can you loosen your hand?"

I release and he lets out a sigh of relief and nurses it as I grab a pillow and give that a death grip. I let out a low groan as another wave passes.

"I'm here! I'm here! How is she?" Exclaims Gufo who bursts open the doors and skids into the suite. I send him a deadly glare and his eyes widen like a deer caught in headlights.

"You mother fucker. You did this to me you piece of shit!" I yell and throw the pillow at him. He narrowly dodged and awkwardly scratches the back of his neck, cheeks flushed pink, "Y-you're doing great sweetie."

"As opposed to what? Doing terribly? IS GOING INTO LABOUR A COMPETITION?!"

"No, no, no, no. I mean yeah. Fuck yeah it's a competition, not only do you look way sexier than the average water-breaking-mothers, but you're carrying our child which is automatically superior to those other fat, ugly babies you see going around."

Oddly, I find that comforting as he slowly approaches me and takes a seat to my side. "I would not have any other woman carry my child than you. We're a team. We work perfectly for each other. With our good looks, our baby girl will have girls and boys chasing her- Of course I'll shoot 'em mother fuckers. Nobodies dating my baby girl."

"Give up," I chuckle lightly as the doctor walks into the room and calmly approaches me.

—•—

The sound of the babies cry echoes throughout the room and suddenly the intense pain over the last two hours became worth it. My eyes swell up with tears again, only this time with emotions. In a daze, I watch Damien cut the umbilical chord and the daughter take away my daughter out of my sight.

Despite my tiredness, I force myself up only to be pushed back down again by Damien and enveloped in his arms. "You did great beautiful. I'm so proud of you, thank you so much for going through all of that."

I sniffle and push my head into the crook of his neck, "I want to see her."

"You will, give doc a couple of minutes."

I sigh in exhaustion as the need to have her in my arms become prominent that I physically tense to stop myself from jumping out of my seat towards my baby girl. What seems like an eternity later, the doctor comes back with a blue towel wrapped snuggly around her like a burrito. I gently take her into my arms and at this moment, I don't think I've ever felt such a strong connection to anyone in my life. Of course I love Gufo, but I love this child in such a way I can't describe. As the happy tears roll down my cheeks, I stare into her light green eyes and whisper things to her, making sure she knows she's safe and loved and cared for. I'll give her what my parents couldn't give me.

"What's the child's name?" Asks the doctor.

I look at Damien and smile, "Dylan."

His eyes tear up as he wraps the arm securely around my shoulders and kisses the top of my head and mumbles thanks. "Dylan Olivia De Luca-Stewart."

"I think Stewart-De Luca sounds better," I mutter.

"Sure."

"I love you," I whisper to him, pecking him on the cheek.

"I love you too."