Part fifteen: A new life

The days went by so fast and before they knew it, the signs of Emma's pregnancy began to show. Her stomach began to swell slightly under her blouses. Her small frame made it look like she was gaining weight. But her smile was more radiant, her attitude more happy. He was feeling like he was on cloud nine. His book was raking in good money, he was going to be a father, and everything was peachy keen. Life couldn't get any better. Until a new life came into the world.

It was eight months into her pregnancy. She was wearing bigger dresses, and with her small frame, she looked as big as a small cow. But, she was still radiant. She was standing outside the window, looking out at Montmarte. He saw her standing there.

"Darling, you'll catch cold standing out there," he said to her. She waved her hand.

"I'll be fine. I feel like I can't get out of this house anymore," she said. She turned to him. "Come join me. You could use it as well," she said. He came out and stood next to her. She took his hand and placed it on her stomach. "Feel, Christian. The baby's been kicking lately," she told him. He placed his hands on her warm stomach and felt the kicking of his future child.

"That's amazing," he whispered. She looked at him and smiled.

"If the baby's a girl, I think we should name her Jezebel," she said randomly. He nodded.

"Jezebel is a nice name," he agreed.

"If it's a boy, then we should name him Benjamin," she said. He agreed once more. The truth was, he couldn't wait for the baby to come. It had been a long eight months and all he wanted was his child. But little did he know that day would come soon enough.

It was in the beginning of her nine months. Everything was ready. There was a crib for the baby, extra food, diapers, everything one would need for a baby. She had gone to sleep that night feeling discomforted. Something weird was up with her. And she didn't know what.

In the middle of the night, she woke up with a start. Christian wasn't at her side. He was looking out of the window, still in his clothes from yesterday. He would spend nights thinking, about his book, about the baby, things like that. She felt as if she wet the bed. She got up and found that there was water on the bed. Her stomach began to hurt, like she was being punched over and over. After a few minutes, it stopped. She knew what was happening after the pain was gone.

"Christian," she cried. He turned around and looked at her with a panic expression.

"What is it darling?" he asked.

"Christian, I believe it's time," she said.

He looked so panicked all of a sudden.

"Will you be all right if I go get the midwife?" he asked. She nodded her head and he left. Every few minutes, the pain could come back. It felt as if she was she was being punched in the stomach. They would get closer and closer and soon enough, it felt like they were coming right after each other. Finally, right as she felt like she couldn't take it anymore, he and the midwife appeared. The midwife walked over to her and opened her legs.

"She's about ready to deliver. Sir would you like to leave?" she asked.

He looked at his wife. She was sitting there, in pain.

"No, I'll stay," he said. He sat next to her and held her hand.

"It'll be a few minutes before we can start. I'm going to boil some water," the midwife said. She walked over to the stove and began boiling water. The pain was coming closer and closer for Emma. She screamed and yelled and complained. He kissed her forehead and gripped her hand tighter. Finally, the midwife was ready and sat near Emma's opened knees. She instructed Emma to start pushing. She yelled and screamed and pushed as hard as she could. He could feel her tiny frame shake with every push.

"One more, miss and the baby will be out," the midwife informed them.

She grabbed his hand so tightly that he thought she would break his hand. She grunted and pushed with all her might and in a matter of seconds, a small infant cry filled the air.

"It's a girl," the midwife said.

"A girl. You're a mother of a little girl," he whispered in her ear. He watched the midwife clean , weigh, and take measurements of the baby. She then handed the bundle to the parents. Emma held the baby with tenderness and looked at Christian.

"She has your eyes," she whispered.

"She'll have your hair," he whispered back.

"If you don't mind me butting in, can I ask what you're going to name her?" the midwife asked.

Still looking at him, she said, "Jezebel. Jezebel Satine."

His eyes grew softer and he kissed her forehead. The midwife wrote down the name and started writing up the rest of the documents.

"You're a father," Emma whispered.

He kissed her gently. "And I love my family," he said.

She kissed him back and invited him to sit next to her on the bed with Jezebel.

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