Chapter 6
Daphne's p o v
As I held the baby in my arms, I could not help but marvel at his perfect features. His vernix -covered skin was soft and smooth, with a rosy glow that spoke of health and vitality. His movements were slow but active.
His eyes were a deep, mesmerizing blue, and they seemed to take in everything around him with an intelligence that was surprising for his young age. His tiny pinkish nose was perfectly formed, and his mouth was in the shape of a delicate rosebud, puckered in concentration while busy sucking his lower lip hungrily.
But perhaps the most striking feature of all was his hair. Although scanty, It was a soft, fine fluff that formed a nest around his head, catching the light and shimmering like gold. That was clearly Stephen's hair.
I gazed at my son with wonder, feeling a deep sense of pride and love welling up inside me. But barely after staring at him for thirty minutes, I pulled myself out to reality. He wasn't mine. I allow my lips get pulled down in a painful frown as I swallowed a chunk of my saliva with difficulty.
I could see the happiness in Stephen as he stood behind me and stared at his child. For once, I felt a sincere happiness for him, he knew now knew what it felt like to be a mother. As for me, all I got was the pain and nothing else. So for a moment, I tried to imagine that this baby was actually mine and I could feel the joy as well.
Rosie of course was here the whole time and she was. She was filled with a sort of loud joy that she coukd not hide. She almost broke into a dance rbag her baby had arrived. She was desperately trying to carry the baby from me but I refused on the guise that the baby needed to feed. Besides, he was still week from the labour as well.
The midwife could not help but also notice her over exaggerated joy over my baby.
"You seem rather happier over this baby's arrival than the mother her self. If I didn't deliver the baby from Daphne myself I would have thought you were the mother of the baby." Although, the midwife had not meant any harm by saying that, her words got to Rosie and her cheeks flushed with embarrassment.
"I am just very happy for the final arrival. It has really not been easy for this family going on without a child. " She managed a smile and Stephen agreed.
"Yes. It hasn't been easy. I would definitely throw a feast everyday to celebrate my son's life."
He says and everyone laughed while Rosie still had her eyes on the baby.
I saw and understood the secret glances and smiles she exchanged with Stephen. In their minds they thought they had fooled me and used me as a mare vessel but I knew exactly what I was doing.
The pack was overjoyed when I returned home with my baby. The entire pack house was decorated with colorful balloons and streamers, creating a festive atmosphere that mirrored the excitement in everyone's hearts.
As soon as I stepped through the door, I was greeted with cheers and applause and loud howls from the excited wolves filled the dark air.
Pack members gathered around me, eager to catch a glimpse of the newest addition to the family and pack as a whole.
The air was filled with laughter and excitement as everyone took turns cooing over the baby and congratulating me and Stephen on my safe delivery. The women of the pack fussed over me with motherly excitement, gifts already pouring in form various directions.
Meanwhile, the men took turns telling stories of their own children's births, each one trying to outdo the other with tales of sleepless nights and diaper changes and the frightening experience of having to escape for their wives to do all the job.
It was filed with laughter and through it all, I was filled with a sense of pride and joy. I knew that this was just the beginning of a new chapter in my life, and I was eager to see what the future would hold for me and this baby.
Despite knowing fully well that he was not mine, I couldn't help but glue my eyes to him with pure love.
Up till the next day, I still couldn't get my eyes off my son. While I sat in the sofa with him on my arms while he fed, Stephen came to sit on the arm of the chair with his hand extending to hold the baby's hand.
"So have you decided on what we should call him yet?"
I wipe the sweat of the baby's forehead softly and sigh. "I think we should call him Kian."
I could feel the amazement from his movent as soon as I said that. Yes! Isn't that what you and your whore Rosie wanted him to be called.
"Kian is a pretty nice name. But how ... how did you come out with it?"
"It's a name that suits a boy who is going to be a great man." I look at Stephen and he smiles. "If he can make the right choices for himself woke growing up." I added knowingly.
