*three months later*
You breathed heavily and groaned in pain. Shit, your contractions started. You grabbed Cheslock's hand and groaned louder as the carrige took you both to the hospital. As you arrived, the nurses already put you into a weelchair. They put you on a bed and closed the curtians. You looked down. Blood. Lots of blood. You began to cry, still holding Cheslock's hand. "I can't do this. It hurts" you sobbed. "Yes you can, your strong (y/n)." Cheslock gripped your hand tighter.
* 5 labouring hours later*
The child cried in your arms and slowly began to stop as she opened her eyes to look at you. Cheslock smiled at you and the child. Your baby girl was so precious. You chose the name (baby name) for her and it fit perfectly. School started back a month after the baby was born and you cared for her during the day like a normal routine.
As she got older, she became more and more like her "father". When (daughter name) became 10, she begged you to dye her hair a pinkish colour. You refused at first, then compromised with her, one lock of hair could be pink. Schools let girls into their academies and (daughter name) immedently was enrolled. Cheslock proposed 2 years after (daughter name) wss born and you all lived in a mansion atop of a hill.
On (daughtername)'s 16th birthday, she met a man who was 18 years old and they fell deeply in love. She begged you for their marrige approval. You would simply smile and reply "on your 18th birthday. That is when your father proposed". Push come to shove, (daughter name) turned 18 and married the man of her dreams, while yours sat next to you until the end.
That wss the LAST chapter guys! Sorry it was so short, but here it is! Hope you liked it, just a little take of your daughter growing up. ^ ^ love you all, goodbye!
~ killerbunniez
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