The Unloved Mate

3 years later..

Damien’s povContentt bel0ngs to N0ve/lDrâ/ma.O(r)g!

“Daddy!” My little princess voice called from other side of the door. You know I was right, out little peanut turned out to be a girl.

During Bella’s labour I was truly scared, but the moment the nurse handed the tiny baby in my hand I felt like I achieved everything and at peace.

“Daddyy!” Rosaline squealed and jumped on my lap. She wrapped her tiny hands around me and hugged me.

For a 3 year old she is damn strong, I thought and hugged her back. I pulled away and kissed her cheeks repeatedly making her giggle.

“Rose! How many times​ I have to tell you not to run! You could have got hurt baby!” Bella said while entering my office.

I placed Rose on my chair and walked towards my wife. Wrapping my arms around her swollen stomach I quickly stole a k**s.

“How are you baby? Is my little champ being a good boy in there?” I asked.

“Yes I’m good and Luca is being very good boy. But your daughter is behaving like a bad girl. She dropped a bottle of nutella on Nate Today while he was sleeping.” She exclaimed.

“Oh I’m sure he was happy about it, after all he loves nutella.” I reasoned. Who can be mad at my princess’ cute little face?

“Uggh you always side with her. Let’s have lunch I’m starving!” She said and dragged me to the big couch in the corner. She picked up rose and made her sit between us.

Having my family by my side was satisfying. After baby Rosaline’s birth bella became very weak but with everyone’s support we made it through.

Rosaline is everyone’s little ball of sunshine. She has this special charm around her that makes everyone happy. No one has the power to say no to her or not like her. She is treated like a princess. At such a small age she knows​ her values and is respectful​.

And then my boy who is still to come in this world. We could not keep our excitement when we found out it was a boy. We already named him Luca. He is our little champ.

This is my beautiful family. Me, my lovely wife, my daughter and my boy. Picture perfect.

“Rosaline! Don’t throw your food on daddy!” Bella said.

And a piece of chicken hit my face.